Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. \" \"Not this Saturday, sweetie. \" Michelle met her at her locker, right on schedule, carrying a backpack so overstuffed it was its own conversation piece. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’ He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke.
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