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Danger, in the form he apprehended, was lurking outside: nor was he destined to enjoy long repose. He had been formally adopted by the Becks at the age of twelve. \" She cooed into his ear, stroking his chest hair. That’s why I come to tell you. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. 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. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold. ‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her.
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