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The Great Note Avalanche

I always knew I wasn’t born to be exceptional. Not terrible, not great—just spectacularly average. Middle child, middle seat, middle marks. My sister aced everything like she came out of the womb holding a gold medal, and my brother… well, he didn’t even bother pretending to care.

And then there was me—Mitali Sharma—clinging to mediocrity like it was a security blanket.But this year, things were going to change.

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