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. Had he been trying to get her attention before that day, or did he simply want his silly pencil returned? \"I'm John. You hear what I say, Quilt?" he added, looking at Jack. There was no answer. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure.
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