The Pretty Standby
Always invited, never chosen. She smiles through longing, aching quietly at the edges. Not bitter—just bruised. Not seen—until it’s too late.
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Always invited, never chosen. She smiles through longing, aching quietly at the edges. Not bitter—just bruised. Not seen—until it’s too late.