you don't remember me, do you?
rick james' limousine.
yeah.
peanut m&m's and carbona cleaning fluid.
no, he's blessing me. it's cool: i talked him down.
i'm okay. you remember we were in the hospital together, right?
no. i didn't go to milestones. i didn't have the coverage. we were on the same floor at loeb house. that was before you went to milestones.
my parents' house. unemployment. it's all about the coverage, right?
i can't believe i'm seeing you again.
listen. do you remember that exercise where we all had to write down experiences and pass them anonymously to another person?
i got yours.
you drew poodles in the margins. i know it's supposed to be anonymous and everything, but you were so brave. the way your uncle abused you and your sister, and how it led to your sister's anorexia, and how you stayed up nights when she was down to fifty pounds holding a mirror to her face to make sure she was breathing. i'll never forget reading that, i swear to god.
i found it so profoundly inspirational that you could be there for her during your own incredible ordeal. i thank god that you came in here today. i never thought i'd ever have the chance to thank you. it was your strength that gave me the courage to confront my own abuse and help me turn my life around. rachel slams down her magazine and leaves the salon. kym runs after her. both girls have foils in their hair.