Picture a middle school basketball court. Add a small blonde, hair mussed and knees scraped, sitting on the ground. Her name is Suzie. She was just pushed over by Heather and was currently being laughed at by the same firl. Heather was the tallest girl in the school, Suzie was the shortest. It was fate, some would say, that Suzie be pushed around by the girl literally twice her size, and it was fate that Suzie never fights back. Every night, however, when she got home, she’d say into the mirror; “I hate you, Heather.”

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Picture a college classroom. Two young women sitting next to each other. The shorter women checks out her new partner’s name-tag.

“I once knew a girl named Heather,” Said Suzie. “I always hated her.” 

Heather glanced over at Suzie, expression unreadable. “That’s funny.” She said softly. “I once knew a girl named Suzie.” Suzie’s eyes widened. “I always loved her.”