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" "The boy's not at my house," replied Wild. "Drink your peg; don't bother about me. 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. Aware of his father's inflexibility of purpose, he set his wits to work to defeat the design. “I would rather put up with your own efforts, however clumsy. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. ” She said mournfully.
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