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The Story of Evan
After three nights of no sleep–my daughter is radiant. Luminous. Her eyes sparkle. Her glossed lips shine. Her legs–with fresh red cuts on the thighs–go on and on. Her fingers are cold. Her belly is bare. Her arms have stars scraped into the skin–and this exhortation penned in permanent magic marker just above the elbow:
SCAR ME! SCAR ME!
Evan is 16 years old.
