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He—he has rather a poor opinion of his contemporaries. 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. Jack's body was caught, and passed from hand to hand over a thousand heads, till it was far from the fatal tree.
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