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Chapter 17 Book III
Mickey was running as fast as he could go. He kept looking over his shoulder. Oh, what had he done? Why did he have to get so mad? He hadn’t meant to kill Carly. It was a reflex reaction. She had taunted him, called him fat and stupid. Like she had any room to call anyone fat. She was trying to keep up with Fanny in the weight department, and good progress. He himself was just stout. It wasn’t the same thing. He could have ignored her if she had just shut up. He told her to, didn’t he? He told her to shut up or she’d be sorry. But she wouldn’t listen. She just kept at him, like a dog gnawing on…
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