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“You okay?" Just waiting for the water to boil. Burning shower. One of the only things that helps when I'm totally freaking out." I'm not sure how to respond. "So," I whisper, "you want anything?" Yeah," She replies, sarcastic "I want to be bulimic, but the vomit grosses me out.”

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Book:Crash Into Me
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