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Jan. 16

Dear Corinne,

Rina: what's on your arm?

Me: nothing.

Rina: is that a bible verse?

Me:

She brushed it with her fingers and pulled away like I was made of corrosive material.

Rina: why are you always so cold?

Me:

Rina: you're like a zombie.

Me: yep.

Love,

Leigh

88Lbs

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