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The chat log on the side was a screaming waterfall of tip notifications and emotes. But Katee ignored it. She was telling a story about a snowstorm in 1997, how her father had walked three miles to get her asthma medication.

"Leo," she said.

"Hey everyone! Happy Sunday," she chirped, her voice instantly meeting a flood of text in the chat box. Names she recognized—regulars who had been there since her first stream—flashed by in green and purple. mfc kateelife 20130414 top