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All her life, she had learned that passion, like fire, was a dangerous thing. It so easily went out of control.

All her life, she had learned that passion, like fire, was a dangerous thing. It so easily went out of control.

Mrs. Richardson, however, could not let Izzy be, and the feeling coalesced in all of them: Izzy pushing, her mother restraining, and after a time no one could remember how the dynamic had started, only that it had existed always.