There are pretty much three types, those that accept, and those who run away, and those who fight. Lucy sighed, finding it odd to switch roles as she had over the past weeks. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. 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. Funk! I’ll see it out. Prison was bleak without spaciousness, and pervaded by a faint, oppressive smell; and she had to wait two hours in the sullenly defiant company of two unclean women thieves before a cell could be assigned to her.
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