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Then came the javelin-men, walking four abreast, and lastly, a long line of constables, marching in the same order. The pleasure intensified quickly, it was as much control as she dared to lose as she heard herself calling his name with all her breath. 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. Of course this thing was absolutely impossible. “Do you mean in looks?” she asked.
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