Chloë

Chloë gasped when she spotted Suzette sauntering into the dining hall. Chloë deftly turned the sigh into a protracted yawn. Once she’d deflected a response into a burp but regretted that more than the sigh so she took care to practice the yawn technique for future use. Suzette’s height and slender figure intimidated her and Chloë wished she felt better about her own reflection in the tall mirror-like glass doors that led to the patio in warmer seasons. It’s not that she disliked herself, but she knew that she’d never compare to that damned Suzette.

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