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Not a word had been exchanged between the two boys on the road. She was a schizophrenic, got locked up later in some sort of state mental ward. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good. ’ He stared at the point, glanced at the fallen sword imprisoned by her foot, and only just looked back at her weapon in time to see it thrust at him again. They slow danced to a Bon Jovi ballad. . Can I please go home now?” “Honey, I promise you can go soon, but you have to fill out some paperwork before you go. It gave her joy to see them laughing, even though she was unsure of what she had done wrong. “Oh, dammit!” he remarked, “dammit!” with great bitterness as he faced it. ’ He shifted unguardedly, and hissed a breath, wincing. He was angry. ” “DUSTING!” said Miss Miniver, in a sepulchral voice. But here she met with a check. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles.
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