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“I mean REALLY independent. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. You have all the earmarks of a fugitive from justice. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. ” She batted his arms and slapped him, angrily twisting from his grasp. The teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired of. But let that verse tell my secret. He loved Ann Veronica, he said; he was so mad to have her that he defeated himself, and did crude and alarming and senseless things. “Fuck you, Julian Rimbauer.
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