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I hate this house. I want to get out. Why does everything have to be about food? Mollies the fucking bitch with the eating disorder, not me. Stop talking behind my back, I can hear you. I’m only paranoid because you give me reason to be. Go to hell. hellhellhellhellhellhellhell