” One Friday, as she was sitting in the fifth row two seats left of center in Sixth Period Study Hall, a dull hard object thudded against the back of her head. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. “Are you free tomorrow? Should I call?” He asked. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. He was in love with her! She tried to grasp all the welter of values in the situation simultaneously, and draw some conclusion from their disorder.
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