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Her mouth was once more covered as they left the second floor guest saloon and headed for the back stairs. 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. Charvill’s fury was burning out. We must always move on.
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