"If any one's to blame, it's me. “I refuse. Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. The place was pockmarked with window-like holes everywhere—people were always 138 falling into them and breaking bones--it was for these lookouts why she had chosen it. “My dear, you have learned the hard way what happens when you do not eat. They’re just all men, and no one is safe from scandal. She will not confide in me. To such characters, fine actions are in themselves sufficient. ‘Can you not open it?’ she cried.
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