It was neither good nor bad. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. \"I'm sixteen, I'm a junior like you. Detention was merry for the other detainees. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. Gina, the eleven year old, just couldn’t take it and she ran away. I thought that he was dead.
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