" "And you married me, knowing?" "I married the man who bought a sing-song girl to give her her freedom. “Show me around you house, John. The door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view. ’ A laugh escaped her. “It’s a nice holiday. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. 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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