At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. I saw him ride away with that other fellow. The modern parts of the book were inspired by my worldview of high school as pure, unadulterated Hell. It would be the culmination of her plan. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. ‘I trust you were not altogether disgusted when I kissed you. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death. I have the right also to throw you out. He walked with bent head. Where the devil have you hidden all those weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. ‘I doubt it.
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