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First published July 1, 1998
In the back of my mind I was thinking I should probably just relax and let CJ tell me a funny story for once, but it feels so good to make her laugh I wanted to prepare something. (pg. 80)
She shivered a little in her flimsy t-shirt. You can see her collarbones, she's so thin. They made me mad. Skinny girls get the boys. Graceful, cute, sweet girls who are so good they'll ride five miles in cool weather to tell a friend terrible, exciting news. (pg. 202)
"No." Colette pulled her shirt back down over her stomach. "It's my body."
"Not while it lives in my house, it's not!" Dad screamed. (pg. 86)
"I am not mutilated!" She screamed. "I like how I look!"
"You look like a whore!" Daddy yelled. (pg. 134)
"They had a kid every year for four years," I explained. "A-B-C-D: Anne Marie, Bay, Colette, and Devin. Then the next year a dog, Elvis. And then me. But my mom was like, no way is this one Fiona, don't even think I'm going through this twenty more times; this kid is named Zoe. As in, The End."
"Well, it is sort of alphabetical," CJ said.
"No. You get it? Z."
"Just with a lot of letters skipped."
"Oh." I could see what she meant. "Thanks for pointing that out."
"I'm sorry."
"Great," I said, "the one thing I thought was my own." (pgs. 7-8)