” Ennison hesitated for a moment. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. This was the worst summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out.
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