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"Good," Terry said. "Sure look a lot better." |
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Matty nodded, then wolfed down his bowl of Count Choculas. Terry had stocked a cabinet full of health-store granola and muesli, and all he liked was those brown sugar pellets in the shape of vampires. While he ate he studied the offer for a pair of googly eyeglasses on the back. |
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He did look a lot better than he had last night. In fact, remarkably so. The purple crescent under his eye had faded to a mere shadow. The puffiness was gone, and the cheek welts were faint red traces. And all in a mere fifteen hours. Either Terry's anxiety had exaggerated the extent of the bruises, or his pubescent recovery powers were in high gear. |
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Still, Terry was determined to have Dr. Tojian examine him. While there was a remote possibility of cheekbone fracture, what especially pestered her mind was the possibility he had experimented with drugs. |
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Betty Gorawlski's alarm aside, the front page of today's Boston Globe reported that the use of cocaine, marijuana and LSD among young people was on the rise, according to a University of Michigan study. The greatest increase was in children under fourteen. The story said that while drug abuse had dropped among inner-city youths, it was on the rise in the suburbs. Terry wondered grimly |
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