Please eat.
No, thank you.
Your father and I are worried.
About what.
That you'll kill yourself.
Isn't that why you're sending me to that shrink?
...
What?
How's that boy been to you?
Fine.
Are you sure?
Yeah. I love him.
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blue jeans + lip blam
Teen Fictionall catie wears are blue jeans and all he wears is lip balm {lowercase intended}
