“I longed for her to ask me, ‘Well, what is the matter?’ and to ply me with questions, force me to tell her everything . . . then I should no longer be in torment.”
What seventeen-year-old girl hasn’t thought this?
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Being Tori 
Don’t be afraid. I won’t smite you. Probably.