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A WAREHOUSE FULL OF TEEN SAVAGES It wasn’t supposed to get this bad. I used to be just some kid, whose dead dad was famous and whose only friend was her headphones. We're a dime a dozen, right? But then my mother marries a molester, and the seesaw tilts down hard. So I’ve been trying to find something good: a grownup with some love to spare, or a safe place to hide. Instead I find Bridgeport, this city that’s always dark, even at noon on Sundays. I love Bridgeport so much I run away to it, to its basements and pot smoke and man-boys. But then some relative sees Princess Di on the news, visiting this place for teen screw-ups—Straight Inc, it's called. On the outside, Straight's a drug rehab. But on the inside, it's...it's something else.