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It would never be enough.
Because the problem wasn’t that I didn’t fit in. The problem was that they needed someone to look down on. Someone to blame. Someone to push.
“Get out,” I said.
“What?”
“Get out of my room. Get out of the hospital. I don’t want you here.”
She stared at me, mouth open. She waited for me to apologize, to take it back, to smooth continue reading …
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