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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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It was like I’d become a ghost without having to go through the messy intermediate step of actually dying. Now I was in tenth grade, and Lindsay was the only one of my friends who’d stuck around. I guess she believed in ghosts.
just wanted to be somebody else, I didn’t care who. Sometimes I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like I was drowning in myself.
