LOOK ME IN THE EYE,” Hannah roars, “AND TELL ME, WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY, THAT HOW I FEEL ISN’T WRONG, THAT IT’S NOT BAD, THAT IT’S NOT DISGUSTING AND PERVERTED AND FUCKED UP—” “IT’S NOT!” Joanie screams, shoving Hannah hard. Hannah falls back against the sink; at once, she feels a bruise bloom on the skin of her back. Joanie glares at her, her eyes still blazing, and Hannah breathes heavily and blinks against the warm tears forming in her eyes. “I don’t believe you,” Hannah says. Joanie screws up her face and flares her nostrils. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, the St. Mary’s logo on her
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