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... ury Chosen One…"

Rachel hung on to his every word, totally enjoying the success story of this mysterious girl. It was like her own fantasy, and her eyes shimmered as she let her own imagination run wild, thinking what it would be like to be her.

"…she continued in that path of glory for a while, and then, much to everyone's surprise, she peaked and took a sudden nose dive."

Harry didn't get that last part. "What do you mean by sudden nose dive?"

"I mean she droppe ...

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