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I mean, we all know the dangers of starving, but bulimia? That can't be that bad. It's only bad when you get really thin. Who worries about bulimics? They're just gross.

Marya Hornbacher

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Marya Hornbacher
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: April 4
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