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  • Trouble

    Leona sat in the middle of her room still as a rock,listening to the constant scratching on her window. Her parents were gone for three days. She gets out of ...

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  • A differant kind of drama

    Heather walked down the street and into the gates leading to the high school. The next thing that happened is her books went flying all over the entrance. A guy ...

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Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
— Mark Twain