Master, your humble servant. "Not a syllable," replied Wild. ” “Got a photograph of him or anything?” said Ann Veronica, after kissing her mother. 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. It filled his thoughts for the rest of the day, and became an obsession.
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