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... performance. Along with my trio. The contrast couldn’t have been more stark. Small islands of competence in a sea of dysfunction.
Natalia approached me. Pulled off her blindfold. Purple hair settled perfectly around her shoulders. Her expression wasn’t angry. It was something worse.
Disappointed.
I knew that look. I’d seen it on my mother’s face when I’d failed to live up to expectations. Back when I still had a mother. Back when failure meant a lecture instead of a bull ...
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