I Let Them Build Their Graves
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My fiancée stole my master design proposal, and she did it for one reason: so her darling college senior could win the prestigious Apex Gold Medal.
When I confronted her, she didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. She just stood there, entirely unbothered.
"You’re a genius, Larry," she said, her voice carrying that effortless, exhausting dismissiveness I had grown to dread. "You can sketch a new masterpiece on a napkin in your sleep. This competition is Trevor’s last shot at a real career. Don't be so incredibly petty."
