I knew where I would go next: Florence. Spurlock. Glancing idly up at her own window as they had swung round the corner she had seen a strange thing. Paris, 18. Sheppard remained dissolved in tears. “One has to live and learn,” she remarked, with a passable imitation of her father’s manner. . 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.
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