She’s hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth Grade. “Lucy, this isn’t funny anymore. "You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. If you ask me, you’ll have to beat her regularly if you don’t want to live a dog’s life.
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