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In the back of the room, Boq sat bolt upright. "That boy's a Winkie!" he exclaimed. Elphaba and Avaric stared interestedly at the scene. The professor looked ready to attack the new boy. Crope and Tibbet escorted the badlly shaken Winkie to where Boq, Elphaba and Avaric were sitting. Boqw apologised for the professor's behavior. "Our other professor, Doctor Dillamond was much better, but Morrible..." Elphaba could'n't finish because of her fury. "So, what's your name?" Avaric asked. "I'm Fiyero, prince of the Arjikii clan in the Vinkus. I'm going to study here until my wife comes to live with me," Fiyero replied. "Your wife?" Boq suddenly piped up. "Yes, we've been married since I was nine," he said. He hated explaining this to everyone in Oz. "So, is she pretty?" Avaric asked, digging him in the ribs. "I suppose I'll find out when I meet her, but I hope so," Fiyero said. "You mean you have'n't met her?" Avaric laughed. "Leave him alone, Avaric," Elphaba sighed. "I'm Elphaba, Thropp Third Descending. Damn title, I always have to say it when I introduce myself." Boq spoke up, "And I'm Boq. I have'n't got a title. I'm from a long line of farmers. You've probably gathered that this is Avaric." "And we're Crope and Tibbet," Crope and Tibbet chimed simultaneously. "Pleased to meet you all," Fiyero said, bowing in traditional Arjiki way. "Wow," he thought. "First day and I've already got friends."
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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....
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