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The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. She had narrowly escaped Martin in Orchestra class, who had been wrapped up discussing a new piece of his with Mr. He was so horny that he could probably make love to a tree. Let me go my own way towards them.
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