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Y/N has spent years worrying that she’s the friend everyone secretly tolerates. They always tell her she’s overthinking—until one accidental message lands in the wrong group chat. I thought we were keeping this in the other chat specifically so Y/N wouldn’t invite herself again. It’s deleted within seconds. But Y/N already saw it. There is another chat. Everyone she loves is in it. And suddenly every forgotten invitation, awkward silence, and reassurance makes sense. Her worst fear was never insecurity. She was right.