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Never "Justa"

I remember the jolting feeling of shame I felt as she contemptuously snorted at me.  

It was a short- but very distinctive- exhale through her nose.  Her eyes closed down and her lips curled into what seemed to be an abrupt amused sneer of disdain.  Blink-and-you'd-miss-it.  But miss it, I did not...

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