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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 21, 2008 23:13:00 GMT -4
"And you're just being ridiculous. You know not eating is bad for you. Do you want to wind up like Jude? I don't want you to wind up like Jude. You'll have to go to therapy and you'll pass out all the time. I don't want that. I love you and I worry about you." She couldn't help it; she didn't want Tatum to wind up like her brother because it was hard enough having one person she loved like that; two might be too much.
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 21, 2008 23:18:13 GMT -4
"Will you stop comparing me to your brother? The situation isn't at all the same, and I.. I eat plenty. Just because I'm not the resident trash compactor, like you and Rath, doesn't mean that I don't eat. Am I allowed to be not hungry ever? Fuck, I can't even.. no, I'm not having this conversation," the redhead snapped, pushing her chair back from the table, and standing up from it. "For the record, I've been to therapy, and if you actually gave a shit, you'd remember that."
Dropping her bottle of water onto the table, she turned.
"I have biology in five minutes, I'm going to be late."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 22, 2008 9:53:00 GMT -4
Ophelia threw her hands in the air, frustrated. "Fine. FINE. You know what, I give up. Starve yourself, what ever. Fuck this." she got up, storming off towards her locker. She knew any more arguing would end poorly.
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 22, 2008 12:48:54 GMT -4
Struggling to think of anything else to say, Tatum watched Ophelia's receding back for a moment, before throwing her own hands into the air. "Fine! I'll see you later, whatever!" she yelled after her, fuming.
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