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Thames, you needn't tidy yourself, as you've hurt your arm. ‘Point it at me. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. Was the girl seriously expecting him to pull the trigger? Lord, but she had courage! ‘Shoot, then,’ urged the lady. The rich, heavy food sat in her stomach like so many soft pebbles. 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. It was the one that she had sworn she’d throw out, if only Julian had not liked it so much.
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