it was 6 a.m. Remy Hadley's alarm clock shut off as Remy slammed her hand down on it. She rose from her bed, going to look in the mirror. Her hands on the edges of the sink. She stared at herself in anger, sorrow and shame. She thinks: "everyday, I go to work looking beautiful and gorgeous. Then I come home, wipe off all this makeup, change into sweats, and I feel like a shitty person. I wallow in my sadness, hoping Eric or Robert will find me." She runs her hand through her knotty brunette hair and her hand gets stuck. She tugs at her hand hard and sees she pulled a chunk of her hair out....
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