"Thank Heaven! I'm not basely born. Ray Plote would not leave a written explanation. A creeping numbness invaded her. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. Sheila had dropped glaring hints that she knew, which Chuck tacitly acknowledged with a lowered gaze. Martin’s crush.
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