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-Guys at the pizza place probably jacked off into the cheese while it was melting. Ladies who hadn't washed their hands probably kneaded the dough. It's disgusting. There's grease and fat all over it. It is grease and fat.
-Shut up. The Friend is here. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
-No. You think you can just ditch me for the weekend, take a slice of pizza, chew it, smile, laugh? You've done awful today. What's with this whole breakfast thing you've had going on? Breakfast, really? Do you need food so early, when you've only just woken? You really can't wait for food? Pig.
-Be quiet! Two meals a day isn't a lot.
-Stop changing the subject. Avoid the pizza. It's gross. You're gross. It will make you gross-er.
-It's just bread with tomatoes and cheese.
-And oil and butter and grease.
Why do you think Magpie doesn't want you anymore? Because you're unpretty? True, you're ugly, but you're fatter than you are ugly. Fat is worse than ugly. She realized how fat you are and now she doesn't want you anymore. She realized that if you ever did sleep with her, your fat whale of a body would've crushed her. You hear that? No one will ever want you because you are fat. Even though she really liked you, she really liked you! But you disgusted her like you disgust yourself, like you disgust me. You take up too much space. You eat too much and that's why you take up so much space. What happened to fifty calories a day? What happened to that kind of emptiness, the kind that you floated away?
-It wasn't healthy...
-Neither is being fat.
-Just shut up! For once, just let me eat something and enjoy it.
-No. You can't , because you are worthless. See that girl across from you, The Friend? Secretly, she's afraid to be friends with you because your fat will infect her. See your parents over there? Secretly, they hate you for eating so much. You cost them money for how much you eat. You cost everyone everything with how much you eat. You hurt the ground beneath you will your weight. It shakes when you walk.
No one loves you, no one has ever loved you. And no one will until you are small.
-That's not fucking true and you know it. My family loves me. They love me. I hurt them when I don't eat. And you know, you're a fucking bitch. You ruin everything Matilda, everything. Every relationship I've had in the past few years you've destroyed. Bottle Cap Girl loved me. She loved me so much and you ruined it because you made me do things I didn't want to. You helped me slash my wists. You didn't want me to call her but I did and I scared her so much that she just stopped wanting to be with me. That was your fault, Matilda. Not mine. And Dakota. She might have wanted to be with me, but every time she tried to kiss me you freaked out. And my parents. They trusted me before. They were proud of me. Then you screwed shit up and everything fell apart.
I'm going to eat this fucking piece of pizza. I'm going to drive a stake through your heart. I hope you fucking die. I hope grease is like sunlight.
-See you in a few hours, babe.

1 hour later:
-oh fuck. Oh god. Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.
-Let me guess. Pizza? Greasy fat on bread? Oh, sorry, I meant 'bread with tomatos and cheese'.
-Please be quiet. Please. I'm already freaking out enough.
-No. You see, I'm here to help you. Tough love, hun.
-You don't love me. Don't ever say you do.
-Nah, I don't. I would've expected you to believe it, too. You believe those words so easily.
-I won't believe it ever again.
-Good girl. Now, let's see. What have you done wrong?
-Pizza and soda.
-Ooooh. Ouchhh, fattie. Slices? Cans?
-Three slices...Half a can.
- Oh, wow, oh wow. I'm sorry. That's so funny. A weeks in take, right there. I mean, really.
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