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Montressor’s guests were. He was almost frightening in silhouette, his hair uncontrollable under the best of circumstances, but that changed when you saw his face. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. Wood, terrified by the wildness of her looks. Was the young lady impatient for experience? Was she adventurous? As a man of the world he did not think it becoming to accept maidenly calm as anything more than a mask. 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.
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