We could go to University together. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. 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. ‘I disgust you, eh? Very well, then. If he puts any smooth moves on you, Luce, you just tell old Mike here and I'll kick his ass!\" Mike declared, not entirely joking. Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me.
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