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Chapter Six

“So, since you’re finished purging your soul into the toilet every half hour, I thought we could go get you some real food and go over our notes,” Oliver said as he made his fourth cup of coffee for the afternoon. He wouldn’t leave. The boy kept running from one bedroom to another, tending to each of us as if it were a full-time job. We kept telling him he could leave, but he simply wouldn’t.

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