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“I have not the least idea who he is. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. The modern parts of the book were inspired by my worldview of high school as pure, unadulterated Hell.
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