And there were times when she was happy for no reason just giddy and full of energy and bounce and she loved those times because that's the best feeling in the world to be high and natural and free.

Second only to being high and natural and free with someone else.

So she'd smile into her scarf with her head bent down against the cold and pirouette over jagged sidewalk cracks without worry of falling or tripping or ruining her uneven tourettic gait. When she sang and danced down the hall and in the gym and to the diner her friends would question and remark but she'd just smile and make excuses and spin round and round and round until she was dizzy and drunk with contentment.

She felt good.

And that on its own was enough reason for her.

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