Most days, I was fairly certain that when I died, God would take me into heaven. When I awoke blearily to the beeps of my alarm each morning, blinking and groaning and needing to shower, this was my thought: heaven or hell? When I shampooed my dirty-blond hair and soaped my greasy forehead with salicylic acid scrub, this was my thought: heaven? Or hell? Then I pulled on my cotton underwear and jeans, hooked my bra, chose a T-shirt and maybe a sweater, and headed to the high school.
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