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At least she is consistent with bad timing.

I puff out a breath, trying to muster the energy to deal with this. “What do you want, Chloe?” My voice comes out harsher than I intend, but I don’t care.

“I need my best friend back. I really miss her.” She speaks softly like the Chloe I know.

“Which one? The weak rich brat? Or the cheap slut?”

Chloe tilts her head, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looks