After you've gotten your face smashed in the dirt by love, it is normal to feel lost and alone. Why, it was only last week that my wrists damn near slit themselves over a boy! Thankfully, I regained composure after remembering five inspirational gal pals of mine.
Seriously considering calling CPA after finding this truly disconcerting piece of literary crazytown on my little brother's bookshelf. Start saving for Kenny's therapy now, Dad.
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