He thought the compulsions left in the past - (therapy twice a month and magical blue and white pills before bed shaking out of the amber bottle with a rattle like candy wafer spaceship beads
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When he leaves the science and engineering library, his initial plan is to turn left down seventeenth street and go take his English final exam
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"Futon. Basically crap," Saffi says,nearly-drunken voiced, waving one hand towards the offending object in a manner that reminds Stephen of something from a Michael Stipe music video. "Come on, we can share, 's upstairs
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She plants her hands on her hips, glares up at him with all the fury her pre-teen self can manage. “Are you saying that we can’t be friends anymore
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