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. She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics. I am afraid because I love you, so that the mere thought of failure hurts. Howsomdever, if you should reach t'other side, take an old feller's advice, and don't be foolhardy enough to venter back again. " "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue.
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