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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 22, 2017 12:44:31 GMT -5
Damien nodded firmly at Lyle's admission, leaning back once more in the seat. The Scottish man listened in silence, eyeing his sister as he pondered over the other mans' words. For a while, he didn't say anything - another song came on, was skipped. Finally, Damien glanced over. "She's suffering from her eating disorder again, isn't she? Ah, I knew it would happen eventually," he sighed, rubbing his light scruff as he eyes his sister.
"Before she came to America, when she was twelve or so, she was so obsessed with looking like an American model. Of course, those weren't her exact words, but she was terrified of being more than one thirty pounds. Then her goal was less than one twenty. One ten. Ninety. She weighed eighty-three pounds when she was twelve, and then we got her some help - an institution for a few months, to help set her straight. She came out healthy and happy."
The man still watched his sister carefully, bringing the two groups together to teach them in pairs. "I knew she would relapse soon," he sighed, rubbing his neck. "She wrote me a little bit ago, said she found some of the old dance costumes from her Scotland years - said she wished she could still fit in them. I'm glad you're here to keep an eye on her," he noted, turning towards the other man with blue eyes so serious, it was hard to believe he was the same person. "I hope that you'll realize how much she adores you soon."
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