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Only Kris knows how weird you are. Only Kris knows how you really feel. How you hide so much of yourself under layers upon layers of who everyone wants you to be. A good student. A good daughter. A good person.
You don't want to be any of that. You want to run away—and you tried. You and Kris tried until you were soaking wet with lakewater.
Or… you forced Kris to try, like you always force Kris to do everything when it comes to you. They never really wanted to be your friend.
And they especially don't now.
