Inmates of Insomnia
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Hi! I'm Abby, a sixteen year old bubbly enthusiast. Yes, I do live in New York City! Yes... I'm an insomniac. Coincidence? I think not! I don't really have a lot going for me... The family is in shambles, my grades are dropping because of the lack of sleep, and frankly? My life is pouring down the drain as we speak. Funny, but true! Anyways, my mom put me in NYIA (New York's Insomniacs Anonymous)... Yay. I met a fellow insomniac there though! He doesn't want anything to do with me. I think that's a personal problem.
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