Mrs. You must—you shall be mine. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. “Damn!” said Ann Veronica to herself, rousing herself for a conflict. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?” Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. Senior year started with a whimper. “I SAY!” said Mr.
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