Archive for November, 2004

Protected: Leaving Little Presents

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Protected: That Which Does Not Kill You

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Protected: Where She Has Bitten Off More Than She Can Chew

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Protected: There’s Always One Of Them

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I Take My OCD With Pulp

When I was a little girl I had patterns. Routines. Rituals, actually, if I’m going to be weird and honest about it. OK, I was obsessed. There were ways certain things had to be done, ways specific things in my

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