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I wished she hated me. At least then, she’d keep her distance. But what happened at our gender reveal party? That was the final straw.
Carl and I stood before our guests, a black balloon between us, excitement buzzing in the air.
“On the count of three,” Carl said.
We popped the balloon. Pink confetti exploded into the air.
For a moment, everything was perfect. Then, Angela ran toward us, grinning, holding up a champagne glass.
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