Sarah Ziemann

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the way, so if my shitty, insensitive phentermine comment has you cutting meals. Don’t. You need to eat.” She scowls. “I said I ate.” “I don’t believe you.” “I don’t care.” “You need Chinese.” “I don’t want Chinese.” “Well, you’re eat—” “Stop!” She turns to me, resolve in her eyes, but something deeper behind them. “Please, just ... I’m walking out the door now. I’ll see you Thursday.” Slowly, cautiously, she leaves. And I follow. No one tells me to get lost or whatever it is she’s doing. I do that. Not her. I give her a small head start, let her think she’s in the clear, and then step in line ...more
Dirty Curve
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