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Shadow of my own making
  I was born the kind of girl people whispered about, though never to my face. Jealousy was in my blood, like a pulse I could never control. My sister, Nneka, had everything I wanted: beauty that turned heads, intelligence that earned praise, and a life that seemed effortless. And me? I was always in her shadow, no matter how hard I tried. The envy started small resentful glances, bitter...
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