We stepped from the Embassy into the motor—and oh! I thought that he was dead. Sara Darnell was a sprightly, svelte twenty-five year old who was known for serving detentions at meter maid frequency, if only to be taken marginally more seriously by the predominantly male Lincoln High Science Department. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. She had no intention of fighting fair. I bent over him. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse.
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