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Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Mind
Ugly
Small
Feeling
Evie
Feelings
Yelling
Didn
Judged
Feel
Hated
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Skin
Made
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