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The terrible gri eyes froze my blood The terrible wound of le word: “Yesssssss”

“It’s all over,” I said,“My God, Roy Come down from here”

The Beast nodded Its right hand rose up to tear at the face and peel away the wax, the makeup, the hters and thuh school chum looked back at me

“Did I look like him?” asked Roy

“Oh, God, Roy” I could hardly see him for the tears in my eyes “Yes!”

“Yeah,” ht so”

“God, Roy,” I gasped, “take it all off! I have this terrible feeling if you leave it, it’ll stick and I’ll never see you again!”

Roy’s right hand impulsively jerked up to rake his horrid cheek

“Funny,” he whispered, “I think the same”

“How did you come to fix your face that way?”

“Two confessions? You heard one Want another?”

“Yes”

“Have you become a priest, then?”

“I’ to feel like one You want to be excommunicated?”

“From what?”