She felt she had to go on. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. His sister appeared. \"I'm sixteen, I'm a junior like you. Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. “No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too. I know less about this affair perhaps than you suppose.
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