But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. The pistol fell to the floor. Officers were these. . ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. 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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