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When the word “FREAK” appeared scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker, she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war had escalated from imaginary to physical. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. Words were given with their original meaning, without their ramifications. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. How came you by the hurt, eh?" "How did I come by it?—that's a nate question.
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