But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. God only knows what I have done, or left undone. Hers were less noble, yet stately. Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the crumbling brickwork. "Even if you are not a principal, you are an accessory. 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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