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I have never seen a thing in my life. I don't know if I'm pretty. I've never seen my mom, and that's not just because she's dead. I can't tell what a ..
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I wake up to nothing; another blind day. My father says he's doing everything he can to find options, but we both know the only option left is surgery..
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Ms Dillinger has no patience. That is why I do not like her. As I feel through my locker, looking for my special braille math book, she huffs and puff..
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When I arrive home I feel a weird presence and it gives me weird vibes, so I walk into the kitchen. My father is there and somehow I knew there is som..
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It is dinner time. We are eating chicken nuggets and french fries from a freezer bag. None of us around here are cookers. What, with my being blind an..
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I awake in the morning to Grandfather's wrinkly fingers tapping my hand. My eyelids flutter, but I still do not see anything, even in the day.
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Father arrived a little less then an hour later. Father was waiting in the car, and when I got in I smelled the familiar smoke smell. My father does s..
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chapter 7, guys :)
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chapter 8 dudess :)
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Monday and Tuesday flew by, but Tuesday afternoon brought some excitement. Like Mrs Dillinger promised, her and Joshua were moving in to a house on th..
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