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What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. stare. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. “Bring any new songs you may have. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. The boy she had loved was gone.
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