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She had soul. I don't think anyone ever doubted that.

This girl had a knack for keeping the gears spinning even when the motor was dead. She kept the bodies propped up, even if she had to do it herself. Cups tessellated over the carpet. It never started out white; it was always that coffee stained color. That color was always complimented by the neon glowing bracelets and twenty dollar knock-off disco lights. Complimented might not have been the the right word.

I was on life-support and she was the life of the party.