Rockin’ the BB and looking amazing!
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So there was that first morning, when she couldn’t feel his back, when he just blended into the world; then all the food she couldn’t taste; then the loose teeth and that day when her hair grew uncontrollably, like crabgrass desperately trying to overtake a manicured lawn. She examined the end of her ponytail: shoulder-length. Fine. That business had really better not start up again. Then there was the weird, wet foot. Who could forget that foot? As for what was still wrong… well, her breath had stayed noxious – bleachy and plastic-tasting. And that radiant heat hadn’t gone away. She was still hot to her own touch.
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Rockin’ the BB and looking amazing!