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Index
Cover
Dedication
Epigraph
One: Float in the Light.
Two: Trying to Do More Regular-People Stuff.
Three: Full. Body. Chills.
Four: Be the Peace You Wish to Create and Get the Fuck Out of This Car.
Five: I’m Not Wearing a Cute Death Outfit.
Six: I Can’t. I Can’t. I Can’t. I Can’t. I Can’t. I Can’t.
Seven: A Doberman Named Larry and a German Shepherd Named Tarzan.
Eight: Rehab Is for Pussies.
Nine: Move, Grow, Lose, Find.
Ten: Food Is Not What I’m Hungry For.
Eleven: A Safe Space to Get Stoned and Drink Diet Coke.
Twelve: Stronger Than Yesterday.
Thirteen: It’s Fine, Dad.
Fourteen: He Spooned the Fuck Out of Me.
Fifteen: So . . . Babe Is Your Actual Name?
Sixteen: Namaste, Universe. Namaste.
Seventeen: Totally Yumster.
Eighteen: You Look Homeless, but Not in a Good Way.
Nineteen: Get Off My Dick.
Twenty: I Promise I’ll Never Fart.
Twenty-One: Stalker Potential.
Twenty-Two: The Least Chic Outfit in the History of Babe.
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About Babe Walker
Copyright
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