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How could I love a man as uptight as Nathan Edwards and still have a raging crush on someone as wicked as Ronnie Radke? Maybe I am an undiagnosed schizophrenic. Thatβs what happened to Jamie Foxxβs character in The Soloist. One day, heβs a gifted musical student at Julliard, and the next day heβs toting his cello through the streets of Los Angeles, disoriented and muttering to himself. βWhat are you thinking, Vivian?β I drop my hand and look at my best friend. βNothing.β βVivian?β I grimace. βDo you think I have schizophrenia?β Fanny tosses her pillow at me. βShut up!
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