There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. It began as a joke. Mr. Michelle moaned and Lucy, unable to help herself, stroked her hair. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. “Have you no understanding of your own advanced history classes? You want to look like a brainwashed Nazi anti-Semite?” Lucy became angry, her nostrils flaring. Voting wouldn’t do no ‘arm to ‘er. His build was medium, he would never 5 tower over his peers, yet his shoulders were broadening, betrayed by an undeveloped set of pectoral muscles underneath his button-down shirt that she could tell frustrated him.
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