The sun was setting, casting long
dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. Life! Life and love! It makes me
want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying
splendidly. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring,
immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. But if I painted her as I'd like to, the natives would instantly
distrust me; and I'd have to build up confidence all over again. I jumped then—I
was not even shaken. I haven't touched the other. 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. He sent
me flowers.
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