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the
cottage was small as my sleeping chamber at the manor. The wooden
floors lodged splinters into the bottom of your feet and one small
room wa..
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the
next morning, Ruth frantically coaxed me awake. “Daina! Daina! Get
up! We're going to be
late!
“what?”
I asked groggi..
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“I
shall not tolerate this behavior! I expect this from you, young man,
but from you two girls? You should be ashamed!”
we
hung..
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after
an hour of heart break, the ear piercing bell rung, signaling for
lunch time. I was starving from skipping breakfast. Until I feasted
my ey..
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“
I can't see why you
won't let me come along.” Ruth pouted.
“you
heard her, she said come alone.”
“
I could sta..
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“have
fun at your club, sunshine?” said mother as I walked in through the
door.
“yeah.
It was great. Made lots of new friends...
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his mane shines like gold.muscles flexing hard like stones.such a stealthy lion.
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don't leave.don't go!please, don't leave me here alone!why should i stay here, buried underneath the cold and unforgivingground?isn't it enough to loc..
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from pen,to paper.from keyboard,to screen.writing.such a simple wordyet so important tomy soul.i breathe words.i hear words.i see words.i KNOW words.t..
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