I can't invent; the thing won't come. ‘You do not like it?’ ‘That is hardly the point. Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. She took a shower after a particularly harsh volleyball debacle only to find that her locker had been picked and her outfit of the day, gray sweatpants and a shapeless pink sweater, were gone. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching.
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