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Unformatted text preview: d dressed him in plain drab clothes, because he did not want the bright colors to touch him. He smelled like a newborn baby. He felt like a newborn baby, except that the musculature was there, all of it, and he was growing stronger with every passing minute. Then Michael had come. The terrible battle. During the battle with Michael she had watched him learn on his feet, so to speak, go from frantic dancing and seemingly drunken stag- gering to coordinated efforts to strike Michael, and finally to pitch Michael off balance, which he had done with remarkable ease, once he had decided, or realized, how it could be done. She was sure that if she had not dragged him from the site, he would have killed Michael. She had half lured him, half bullied him into the car, the alarm screaming for help, taking advantage of his growing fear of the sound, and his general confusion. How he hated loud sounds. He had talked all the way to the airport about how it all looked, the sharp contours, the absolutely pa...
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