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Sarah gripped the book, her knuckles turning white. The glossy cover stared back at her, a professional headshot she hadn't posed for, and a title that screamed her name. "Sarah Jenkins: An Unvarnished Truth." Her breath hitched. The bookstore around her blurred, the quiet hum of conversation fading into a distant drone. She flipped the book open, her eyes darting across the first page. It began with her childhood. Details… intimate details… of her first pet hamster, her awkward teenage years, her first kiss. It was all laid bare, and she felt a wave of nausea rise in her throat.