Lucy had been ignoring her, not purposefully, but noticeably. 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. " "Are you sure of that?" returned Winifred, looking uneasily at Jack. "Let us sit here," she said, indicating the white sand bordering the lagoon; "and in a minute or two you will see something quite wonderful.
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