Almost desperately, I stayed busy. I got straight A’s, but still I veered off track. Through my new sober friends, I met another girl in early recovery who seemed intent on veering off track, too. Like me, Katie had gotten into heroin young and cleaned up just in time for college. She was slim, with bright eyes and long sandy hair, and though she wasn’t living in the sober dorm, she knew everyone there. It can’t have been more than a couple months into my freshman year when she came up with a suggestion: We should be strippers. She’d seen a tiny classified ad in the student newspaper—which
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