“Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. Rhea laughed and lunged for the broadsword that Sebastian had carelessly left lying on the ground. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. "If that sickly brat lives to be a man," continued Jonathan, rising, "I'll hang him upon the same tree as his father. Only think how compromising.
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