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She obeyed, extending her arm. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. 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. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. Annabel ignored both the chair and the invitation.
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