‘Madwoman,’ he screamed back, as he climbed over the next pew, eyes darting down briefly to check for his sword. She found pieces of it on the blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces considering the fabric’s original heft. Promise me that you’ll contact the police if she ever calls you on the phone, or worse, shows up at your school. Now go. Mrs. Walpole's order to that effect—but not before. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction.
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