I'm going out on a limb (my own, which are much more sturdy than Amy's toothpick arms and legs) and saying that she will not live to see the end of the year.
She's a train wreck and refuses to get help.
She fainted on Monday and had to be taken to the hospital. Tests were performed (do you know your name? what year is this? can you stand up on your own? what is the most you have ever paid for crack? etc.) and she was seen leaving with her father, Mitch, this morning.
Amy's days are numbered. I bet Miss Cleo would back me up on this.
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