She was frightfully hungry. ‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. 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.
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