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Day 59, Saturday, October 18
Breakfast: Oatmeal with walnuts, cinnamon, and chopped dried dates. Half a grapefruit with honey drizzled over it. Quite gourmet, if I do say so myself.
Amanda and I were taking a break from homework this morning, helping ourselves to some cranberry bread I made last night, when she leaned against my kitchen counter and surveyed me up and down.
“Hey, do you want to know what the secret of life is?” she asked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”
“A good b*a. And you ain’t got one, sistah.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Then don’t look.”
“Kind of hard not to, since they’re hanging almost to your waist these days.”
“They are not.”
“Cat, I could fit about four boobs in your b*a right now, it’s so loose. Would you face the fact that you’re getting ski
