She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility fright — Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
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She was my friend and I loved her and relied on her, even though there were days when her moodiness and fragility frightened me, because they reminded me of my own tenuous grasp on life.

— Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
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