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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. ‘Fiddle, Gerald. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. ‘Certainly those are names of the most undistinguished, and I would scorn to have them.
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