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A remittance man. 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. ’ ‘Precisely,’ Gerald repeated. Grudgingly he admired her. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. She looked at it with a little shudder, but she made no motion to take it.
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