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Olivia sat there in her chair, burning with every swipe of the cursor and click of the mouse This was some horrific troll There could be no other answer So and Pony, knew Olivia would find and buy it, and then unleashed all of this crap on her Everyone had to be in on it--even the other iven her advice and made their jokes and led her to the app were just part of an all-enco Even Star from the store was likely in on it So Olivia was alone, a friendless ho didn’t even have any Internet friends, and everyone who saw her blog hated her and wanted her to die, and she was agreed She just wanted to die too

She supposed that one way to die would be to siararment couldn’t be created by a far-fetched, if possible, hoax Anything was better than the idea that the whole world, online and off, was arrayed against her It was easy toin teenage angst, hard to do so about it Witchiness! roared up inside her

As beautiful inside as out? she typed So you tried it and choked on it, didn’t you Marthe, because you’re an ugly bitch inside, right?

There wasn’t a long wait for the answer this tiht to the left-hand side of the board YES

And h I bet that was your fault too, for being such a bitch to her when she was alive

A swifter answer: NO The planchette shivered like it was angry

I suppose living under Nazi occupation had so a bitch, Olivia typed But she finally tried the dress after bringing it to Aht it was

YES

I’ll wear the dress, Olivia typed Then she shut down the app and went to the kitchen to get a pair of pliers from the junk drawer

Olivia wasn’t y And she knew better than to hang her clothes on wire hangers--No wire hangers, ever! as she had learned fro spare It took an hour to untwist the necks and straighten out the hooks, and Olivia scratched herself on the tips , but that was all right, she decided Dark baggy eyes could be accentuated withback in the dresser

By dawn she was done Fifteen hangers refolded and crie that came up to her knees She stood in the middle of it Then Olivia took what she perceived as the bottoer-labyrinth in and started sloorking the long nylon stretch through it, turning it over and over in her hands, tugging and yanking The fabric was tough; it snagged, but never ripped Finally, the long boa constrictor of intestine rapped around the wire hangers She juy sweatshirt and shorts, and threw on a slip Yes, she’d be wearing the sa at that, she had done so with the rest of her outside She stepped back into the maze, lifted it up around her hips, and then held the top of her gar, and even looked cool, so she pushed herself up against the wall to hold it in place while she reached for the bottoarment and moved it up to cover her back Olivia had been ready to staple the two ends together if need be, or to use a dozen safety pins on each shoulder, but what at first appeared to be random ribbons worked perfectly as straps to ood look Half-Black Swan, half-Frank Gehry tutu, and the slip and tights were okay Olivia wouldn’t be going to school in it--one , she decided--but the look would definitelyskyrocket Olivia had a story to tell, about ghosts and death and style and important life lessons, but she decided to keep it to herself, for noay She took some pics, cropped them, put theured out the i my part to Keep Austin Weird

Then she added, Ever notice how all the Keep [City] Weird bumper stickers always use the same font and color scheme, no matter which city is supposed to be the weird one?