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It was an exquisite kind of torture, cycling through those posts. Merritt judged the clothing, the poses, the captions, the hashtags, all with a level of snark and bile that embarrassed her. She felt immensely sorry for herself, and then immediately congealed thst feeling into one of self-loathing. Why the fuck did she care? What was any of this for and why couldn’t she leave it alone and do something worth doing?
But she didn’t. She’d eat some things. Fall asleep for awhile. And the next night she’d haunt again.
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Emily M. Danforth (Plain Bad Heroines)