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Erin LaPointe
Chicago, Illinois USA
Email Erin
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Reid: Why does the conversation always end up here?
Erin: Sorry! Where?
Reid: With you acting like I'm obsessed with how I look. Like when you acted like I was crazy because I wanted to go to Diesel. It's not like I want the world to be that way we just don't have that store where I live and I think it's interesting.
Erin: Sorry. I didn't know it was that important. I'm sorry I wrote that you had an eating disorder on my blog.
Reid: I don't care about that. I feel judged by you, like you think all I care about is how I look.
Erin: I'm not used to it though. When I knew you before you wore sweatpants all the time. I don't think it's healthy. I think the fascination is ridiculous. How'd we ever go together? We don't even get along. Plus I feel like a monster around you now. You're giving me body dysmorphic disorder. If we met now you'd never be attracted to me.
Reid: Yes I would.
Erin: No you wouldn't. Its fine that you left but you left to be a rock star.
Reid: I'm not a rock star.
Erin: I know you aren't but you wanted to be one.
Reid: I'm not a rock star.
Erin: I didn't say you were. You're not a rock star. I don't know why I'm crying. I never cry. I'm fine.
Reid: It's nice.
Erin: Nice for you! It's because I went to a healer today. I have heightened emotions. I will probably experience moments of clarity later on. I miss being innocent. I wish people didn't have to know what they look like, comparatively.
(Hugging, sleeping).
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