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Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried. ‘Tell me, my boy. “The conventions do not matter one little bit. 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. A young man turned to pay the cabman. Darting down Field-lane, Jack struck into a labyrinth of streets on the left; but though he ran as swiftly as he could, he was not unperceived.
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