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CHAPTER 17
"Leslie, sit up straight, your posture is making my head hurt."
My mother stares at me with the utmost rigor in her eyes. When I do lengthen my back and sit up straight, that hardness never leaves her black irises as she continues to stare at me as if I'm subhuman. It isn't my fault, I try to tell her—my developing breasts not only give me back pain, but make me reluctant to stand up straight in fear of being mistaken of "showing them off."
"We need to take you to a chiropractor. That did little to assist you," she tells me, taking a sip of her wine.
My little sister, Samantha, doesn't say anything at my mother's words at the restaurant table. How could she, really—she's
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