My sister was always the clever one. Somehow she always got to do the good jobs for Papa, messenger duty and things like that. Me? He makes me punch a hole in the window. Thanks a lot, Papa.

'Ponine was always the pretty one. Always dreaming that someday that Pontmercy kid would give her some notice. She could've had him with her eyes shut. She just chose to give him his space.

Yep, I couldn't stand her.

"Azelma, your sister never complains! Azelma, your sister always does as she's told! Azelma, your sister wouldn't disrespect Papa's colleagues!" Always like that. And that Guelemer was looking at me like a piece of property.

Perfect 'Ponine. Went to the barricade to play the hero with that Pontmercy. Blasted a hole in her hand and bloody got herself killed, and all because of some stupid boy.

Well, guess what, 'Ponine? You're dead, and I'm not. The boy you loved off and married some rich little such-and-such, and here's me and Papa, getting rich doing what we do best... exploiting people.

Yes, 'Ponine, Maman missed you. But she's dead, too, so now what? You're all but forgotten. I bet that Pontmercy kid names his brat after you, and I bet she'll be perfect, just like you, 'Ponine.

Too bad you were never perfect to start with.

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