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, their perfect little angel who would do everything to make them smile. The model st

t yard, is waiting for you on this quiet, secluded neighborhood. They were the ideal parents: rigorous yet affectionate, and never, ever at odds with one

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awoke in a different universe. Where the opposites are true. What I fear most

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r, an old army comrade of my dad's, my legal guardian, and I have no id

ith the interminable arrangements for my parents' wakes and burial and, god, I don't even know. The fact that he was attractive enough to spa

hool the day after my parents' de

en I get i

ntastic idea of taking a jet to Madeli for a long weekend of drinking and partying. Help me shake the specters associated with my birthd

normous holes in their chests where love once res

elf. It's far too entertaining. Too much booze. Too much sun.

o I had

s way up my stomach while I did body shots in a string bikini. Taking off his collare

ng had been a fabrication of my traumatized 16-year-old brain in response to the biggest tragedy o

be costumes. My then-boyfriend had requested that I dress as skimpily as possible in a schoolgirl outfit. Dav

e year when he showed up unexpectedly became a kind of guidepost for me. Even if everything else in my life was falling apart,

we not talki

ash. One has an excessive number of phony pals. Way too many dudes are interested in m

st one night a year. I'll never really escape the night my parents died. What you've been through is etched into yo

t I won't cut myself every year on my

he proper thin

d was adopted. Those are certainly lucky numbers, and nobody can argue with me about that. The event will be one for the hist

old man now. For qui

avid to play the role of my res

nine years, I've been an orphan, everything has gone w

ly one who's noticed a sudden release of tension in the few times we've been together recently. I ca

to find ou

have this birthday party. Unlike when I turned twenty, this is neither a rave, crazy club, or

balances that make my trust fund seem like chump cash. David will get more

if he show

mell the pricey peat and admire its gorgeous color. Scotch is not a beverage I regularly partake in. There are too many memories,