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She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. ” He threw his head back. Then he turned on his heel and walked off. ’ ‘Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,’ Gerald said.
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