“Yeah,” Shari nodded enthusiastically. They either ran to see or ran for shelter. The girl wished that she had come afoot, despite the knowledge that she would have suffered many inconveniences, accidental and intentional jostling, insolence and ribald jest. 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. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's.
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