A feeling of violation swayed inside me, making me feel as if Id been shoved off a high platform without warning. I was falling, and I feared the sensation far more than hitting bottom. There was no end; just a constantsense of gravity having its way with me.
Becca FitzpatrickAre you defending Marcie?โ He shook his head. โI donโt need to. She handled herself. You, on the other handโฆโ I pointed at the door. โOut.
Becca FitzpatrickVee is my un-twin. She's green-eyed, milky blond, and a few pounds over curvy. I'm a smoky-eyed brunette with volumes of curly hair that holds its own against even the best flatiron. And I'm all legs, like a bar stool. But there is an invisible thread the ties us together; both of us swear that tie began long before birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.
Becca FitzpatrickItโs brown.โ So maybe I had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. โItโs the lighting,โ I said. โYeah, maybe itโs the lightbulbs.โ His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
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