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Gwyneth The glass of water slips from my hand and hits the sink with a loud crash, splintering all over the surface. The sound collides with the climax of Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots that’s playing from Alexa. I wince while I carefully grab the tiny pieces and throw them in the trash and simultaneously scroll through my phone. Aside from the memes and mindless conversations in my group chat with my college friends, there’s nothing of importance. Though calling them friends is an exaggeration. Colleagues would be more appropriate. Chris, Jenny, Alex and I all take pre-law at the same college, so we kind of flocked toward each other. It’s hard for me to consider anyone an actual friend, because most of the people I’ve met since I was in elementary school were either interested in my super successful father or our family drama, namely the drama between Dad and my step-grandma. It got worse in pre-law since everyone is gunning to snatch an internship at Weaver & Shaw. The screening proc