[He desperately wanted to find a way to change the subject, to cheer her up, but his mind was racing. Not her wolfiness, she didn't seem to like that...]
So what school do you go to?
[What? The same schools were probably around in the seventies.]
My school? Uh, it is called Central High, in Collinsport Maine. I'm a Junior there. You? {She spoke, but it seemed a bit more resigned than earlier. She wasn't upset with him, she just hated being embarrassed.}
I want to dance, and sing. I wish there was a place for me to go to like that? You are very lucky, Roddy. {She smiled warmly, looking away when she blushed a bit.}
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