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So what if Jennie's skin always had a slight glow to it, the kind that made her seem young and bright, yet effortlessly timeless all at once? Who cared if the pencil skirts she wore hugged the curve of her hips in ways that made Chaeyoung rethink every item in her wardrobe? Or if suits looked just as sinfully good on her trim frame. None of that mattered. Jennie couldn't be trusted.

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