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Also By Susan Oloier


My Life as a Misfit

Fractured





For Justin

for being wonderful you




Chapter One


I didn’t think anything could be worse than a sex talk with my dad. But there we were, sitting across from one another inside the Cold Stone Creamery. Whatever it was he had to say to me, I knew it couldn’t be good. Our trips for ice cream were like Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven. They were always filled with bad news or something serious.

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