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♕ A N T O N I A P O V ♕ "Gabby?" I gasped. "Hello, my dear friend," she smiled, walking toward Usman and kissed him. "What is the meaning of this?" I questioned. "Simple. I am only using you to get information to my baby," she smiled. "No, that's not true," I yelled, "this is not you, Gabby." "Oh, this is me," she sniggered. "Why?" "Because I am sick and tired of you. You are always good at everything. You are pretty, and every guy wants to date you. Everyone likes you. I hated that. I despise you. I disliked you from the start. I was always jealous of you," she screamed, slapping my face. "That's not true. What is wrong with you? He has changed you, Gabby, can't you see that. He is only using you." "Stop lying," she spat. "And here I thought I was your true friend. But guess I
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