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Dead girl walking” the boys say in the halls.
“Tell us your secrets” the girls whisper, one toilet to another.
“I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shinning through. I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.

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Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls

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