nine months before birth drifting away from her perfect self. That’s how she imagined it—at the moment of conception, the needle on the pressure gauge of God’s control panel was in the middle of the green field, then suddenly it shifted in completely the wrong direction. Not enough to mean she was sick, disabled, or stupid—nothing of the kind. The needle had simply shifted from green to orange. And when the first cell—who knows, it could have been a really great one—divided into two, those were the first two parts of her imperfect self. After that, things just continued downhill, and by the
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