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Above her head was an aura of white fire. I will light the stove, and there shall be some coffee presently. 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. ‘I thought as how it couldn’t do no harm, and as it turns out, it done me a bit of good.
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