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My friend Sharon and I stood, looking. I was finally here, at the great Golden Gate, only it wasn’t golden. “How else have I been deceived?” I said out loud.

“My name’s not really Sharon, it’s Belinda.”

“What!?” I exclaimed, staring at her. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing! I was just kidding! Why would you even believe that?”


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