" "You want another drubbing, I perceive," said Thames, frowning. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. My heart misgives me. ‘I do not know of whom you speak. \" He panted, wiping sweat off of his brow with a towel. She listened, her suspicions confirmed. 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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