Chapter Thirty-Eight

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Sophia: Roslyn by Bon Iver played slowly through my headphones. My feet were warmed by the fireplace as delicate snowflakes graced our sleeping city, covering it in what was sure to be a blanket of white by morning. My favorite book was draped across my chest as I spread my toes wide, letting the heat pull me in. My mind was elsewhere, though. It was like daydreaming in an open field of wildflowers after they had been kissed by rain. I could almost feel the soft petals beneath my fingers, feel the thorns licking my bare legs. It was the soft, tiptoeing footsteps vibrating across my shaggy rug that pulled me away from that place, the place where I wasn't the fat girl anymore. I could just be me there, be free. Soft taps of three came on my shoulder. I was hoping if I kept my eyes

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