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  1. When I drive past the McDonald’s on Sullivan, I think about Christa. We worked together the summer of our sophomore year, back when we thought driver’s licenses and pay stubs and stolen kisses with the cute boys who worked the fryers made us grown-ups. We’d started working on the same day, and from that point on, we were inseparable. She was my best friend, the most trustworthy person I knew. But I saw what she scribbled in her infamous purple glitter pen, spelling out a confirmation of my worst fears.

    Puberty is a warzone. And now it’s my daughter’s turn.

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