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Every day was the same: to lie on the plankish bed after class, to fall asleep with propulsive force. At six-thirty in the evening she would wake, mouth dry, full of a sense of rawness—herself—with the ivory shell momentarily gone, and in its place lay the inadequate barrier of her skin, so permeable or disappointing.