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“Fuck you, motherfucker,”
What a great way to start a book!
Right now, my body composition was almost eighty percent righteous indignation.
was a five-foot-nothing ball of rage. I ran on plant fuel and sarcasm—even dragging a thousand-pound chain of trauma behind me, I still only weighed about five pounds soaking wet.
