She took a shower after a particularly harsh volleyball debacle only to find that her locker had been picked and her outfit of the day, gray sweatpants and a shapeless pink sweater, were gone. ‘Must be still downstairs. Even in her hatred, she began to realize that Sebastian’s intelligence was much greater than Gianfrancesco’s. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. I was afraid of being talked about.
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