They repeat. Referring to hypnosis. They are telling the others to stay on me. They make me nauseas, make me feel like I’m being choked. They have some that stay on my skin making me flabbier. They are obsessed with making me uglier. They enjoy it. “We live for this kind of stuff” I hear Lexie say. They are setting me up right now. There are a lot of people involved in this. They bring my son up, they say his name.
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