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[Fingers moving so rapidly over the buttons on her cell phone that she doesn't even realize she's no longer striding through the halls of Rosewood Day, in walks a pretty little blonde who, just a few years ago, wasn't quite so little. She's muttering under her breath as she types, something she'll be embarassed about just as soon as she realizes where she is. Or more importantly, where she isn't] He doesn't want me. Of course he doesn't. He never did. I was just the next best thing.