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lately. Or, well, that you didn't need it. Not with your looks."
"Whatever,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]," I said. "You're the one guys worship."
"Because of my name. You're the one that guys--like a
certain one we know--actually want for other reasons."
Gee,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I wondered who she could be referring to. "Yeah, but
those other reasons aren't very noble."
She shrugged. "The point's the same. You don't need
makeup for them to drool all over you."
Then I felt the weirdest thing through the bond. I saw
myself through her eyes. It was like looking in a mirror,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], except
she only had a profile view of me. But when she looked at me,
she really did think I was beautiful. With my tan and dark brown
hair, I seemed exotic to her. She felt pale and washed out
compared to me, skinny next to my curves. It was surreal,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],
considering how often I felt scruffy next to her luminous beauty.
Her envy wasn't malicious; that wasn't in her nature. It was more
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