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Missy Ryder People always assumed being Chase Ryder’s younger sister was exciting. They imagined private boxes at hockey games, expensive dinners, famous athletes at family gatherings, and endless opportunities simply because my last name opened doors. They were not completely wrong. But they never talked about the other side of it. They did not mention strangers taking pictures of me while I bought groceries. They did not mention reporters waiting outside family events, hoping I would accidentally reveal something about Chase’s private life. They never understood how tiring it was to introduce myself and watch someone’s expression change the moment they heard my surname. Ryder. The name always came before me. I was never simply Missy. I was Chase Ryder’s little sister. Sometimes

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