She ran through the backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim jim tucked into her pantyhose. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. The women, Ann Veronica thought, were not quite so interesting as the men. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Maggot. You're on the way to big things.
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