January 8, 2014

“He said I should vomit just once for the road and I asked if that would aggravate the bulimic inside of me. He said she wouldn’t mind, that if anything, she would be relieved to give up the vomit because she hadn’t done so in so long. I wasn’t ready to vomit again. My throat was still sore from all the examinations and all my screaming. I didn’t say anything about my neighbor dying. I didn’t mention that I was the one who wrapped the curtains around his head. The doctor didn’t mention it either.”

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