I M Not Perfect: A Short Story Of Saint Motel

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Her cup of coffee and breakfast churned uncomfortably in her stomach causing her to tighten her jaw, head shaking slightly. Saint Motel echoed through her skull, music at the highest volume she could handle in hopes it would drown out the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. She shouldn't have eaten anything, and she knew it, besides, six chocolate chip soft cookies weren't breakfast and held absolutely no nutritional value whatsoever. Perfect. She could practically feel her thighs growing just thinking about it, all the fat had to go somewhere, everywhere-- The bus' brakes squealed to a halt in front of her, doors opening with a hiss. The bus driver smiled at her as she got on, welcoming her with a good morning while she just nodded,

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