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Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. The students passed Juicy Fruit sticks and notes back and forth, bartering various forms of social currency. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. Whenever she came upon the obliterated word and paused, her father would say: "Faith. " "It's all so big and aloof. "Speak English?" boomed the voice. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. She could not realize what she saw. It doesn't matter that you deal with black people.
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