"Morning, Amira."
"More like afternoon, you creep."
"Did you eat breakfast.. and keep it in your stomach?"
"Who actually eats breakfast? I doubt that you do."
"I ate breakfast. Did you eat breakfast?"
"Why do you care? Leave me alone."
"Amira, did you eat breakfast?"
"NO! Now fuck off!"
"Your body is so perfect. Why don't you ever feed it?"
"Nobody is perfect."
"Isn't that just because everybody is perfect, and it's impossible to be better than perfect?"
"That's a crackhead's way of looking at it, sure. Whatever floats your boat."
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomanceAmira Summers gets a text from an unknown number who seems to have a goal to make her happy with herself. That, and some other motive.. Short story. DISCLAIMER: Contains self-harm, suggestions to suicide, and profanity. Read at your own discretion.
