Fat bitch, " Kessa murmured as the door scraped closed behind Mrs. Stone."She meant well, Francesca. And you see, everyone thinks you're too thin."" Since when is Mrs. Stone an authority on appearance. I've heard you say a thousand times that she looks like an old hooker."" I never said anything of the sort. What I said was that she wears too much makeup and her clothes are indiscreet."" Which means she looks like an old hooker. Well, if that's the way a woman is supposed to look, I'd rather be too skinny." Kessa felt a flash of pleasure at the argument. Just let her mother try to push food into her now. Steven Levenkron
Soul connections are not often found and are worth every bit of fight left in you to keep.
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Shannon L. Alder
I've got you. I swear to God, I've got you, " said Noah. "Stay with me, Echo."I wanted to. I wanted to stay with him, but the shouting and screams and glass breaking in my mind grew louder. "Make it stop." He tightened his grip...
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Katie Mcgarry
I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.
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Gayle Forman
You might want to decide fast. We live in a dangerous world. If you see a chance to be happy, you have to fight for it, so later you have no regrets.
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Ilona Andrews
I will be stronger than my sadness.
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Jasmine Warga
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From the newsstands a dozen models smiled up at her from a dozen magazine covers, smiled in thin-faced, high-cheekboned agreement to Kessa's new discovery. They knew the secret too. They knew thin was good, thin was strong; thin was safe.
Kessa ran her fingers over her stomach. Flat. But was it flat enough? Not quite. She still had some way to go. Just to be safe, she told herself. Still, it was nice the way her pelvic bones rose like sharp hills on either side...
Well, Kessa, I am glad to see that you're taking your body seriously. I shudder when I see the girls leaving class and heading for the nearest hamburger, coke, and French fry station. The thought of them pouring all those dead calories into themselves makes...
Kessa began to cut her meat into tiny pieces. As a whole it was unmanageable, frightening; but divided and arranged, the meat could be controlled. She cut four pieces. She'd count to four between each bite.
Fat bitch, " Kessa murmured as the door scraped closed behind Mrs. Stone."She meant well, Francesca. And you see, everyone thinks you're too thin."" Since when is Mrs. Stone an authority on appearance. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>I've heard you say a thousand times that she looks...
