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Soirl I was back then It’s like hohen you see a horror oes for a walk in the woods after ht How can she be so stupid? Doesn’t she know she’s about to get gruesomely hacked to death?

She should know That’s why it’s so hard to watch Because you want her to know You want her to defend herself, and you look down on her for not knowing, even though obviously it’s the guy who hacks her up who’s at fault

The thing is, the movie in co the forecast to see if it calls for serial ht

These days, if so but OMG, I wouldn’t wonder if whatever I was about to find out was going to be bad I’d only wonder how bad and how long it was going to take me to crawl out of whatever pit I was about to fall in But in August of ht otten distracted before she could finish her train of thought

I towel-dried my hair and stood up to lob the damp towel into my laundry basket in the closet Missed By the tied, another e had popped up on my phone, this time with a link

You need to see this, it said

And then, immediately after, I’m so sorry

I clicked the link

I think part of irl is, you spend your whole life developing a finely honed radar for detecting anything that could potentially cause people to love you less

Girls like ust—we eat approval We live for it So e do so really monumentally idiotic—we know

The screen filled up with a picture of me, topless, with Nate’s dick in my mouth

I looked, and I took a deep breath I closed my eyes

I could actually feel it—the solid ground ofopen

It sounds too drama llama when I put it like that, I know, but I can’t think of another way to describe it One —a nineteen-year-old overachieving politics geek, on track to go to law school and take the world by stored against the desk I couldn’t get enough air

The shock of it didn’t take any ti some kind of shortcut path from my eyes to the area of my brain that had made a quiet, private list of the consequences of those photos the second Nate took them