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If I was lucky, neither of them would choose me. My real problem was, though, that I might have to choose one of them. I watched Minka out of the corner of my eye. She was nodding and smiling, confident, brimming with self-importance and energy. Obviously ready to buckle down and Reach. Ready to dive right into somebody's soul--probably hoping to come up with some kind of juicy tidbit. There hadn't been anything in the instructions about confidentiality. After all, how could there be? Here we all were, forced to invade each other's souls, all for a grade.
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Ok. Back to work.
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