Hoseok had been in the hospital for three weeks, and slowly but surely, he was making progress.
Now, he could eat a little bit without throwing it up immediately afterwards.
Now, he could look at himself and tell how thin he was.
Now, the bones that poked out of his skin looked ugly, out of place.
Now, he realized that he needed to get better.
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My friend Ana
Short Story"I met a girl who's name is Ana; I've heard she ruins lives."