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. “I daresay the gallery will be full, but there is always the chance, and I know you two are keen on Melba. The idiots are marching through the streets in processions from town to town, whipping their own backs until they are covered in blood, spreading the bloody Pestilence wherever they go! The dead pile in the streets like timber. She always dawdled, so it was easy. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said.
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