"How many times have you been slapped?" Mary asked, imagining that the number must be astronomical. She took her copy of The Great Gatsby and moved down the aisle of books with her head high. Stopping at the end of the row, she figured that she had put enough distance between them, so she stared at the books in front of her, nose in the air.
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