White looked mysteriously about the room as though to be sure that no one was listening. " "Never," echoed Smith, emphatically, "upon my honour. 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. "My portrait!" echoed Jack.
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