She took a shower after a particularly harsh volleyball debacle only to find that her locker had been picked and her outfit of the day, gray sweatpants and a shapeless pink sweater, were gone. “Now, there, there. Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest. When I absorb a fact, my brain weighs the fact carefully and stores it away. "Enough," said Jack, recovering his composure. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements.
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