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She actually did it.

I had convinced myself I would never see her again, but here she is. A shiny new crown on her head, more money than we already had, more than we can possibly know what to do with. I want to be happy for her I do.

But there’s something deep down inside that makes my blood boil.

Why does she always get everything? How come she’s always the one who gets so damn lucky?

She doesn’t have to take over now once they pass, and maybe she’s lucky for it. Less people wanting to kill her.
Her sister are still next in line though. We seem to always be getting the short end of the stick.

No matter how hard we work. No matter how hard we try. No matter what we do.

I’m still thankful for them, in a way.

But when will it be my turn?