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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. ” It was sitting in her suitcase in the same pocket as the expired bus tickets. "But he can't be far off. Ask mercy of the Lord for the salvation of your own soul, through the merits of the death and passion of Jesus Christ, who now sits at the right hand of God, to make intercession for you, if you penitently return to him. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. Nothing like the direct approach, she thought. Horrible details recurred to her.
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