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"To compensate for your loss, I have been instructed to apologize and offer my services." The tall, burly man extended his hand towards the petite brunette. She glared at him and said, "What exactly are your services?"

He tiptoed down the stairs in his striped pajamas. He had heard a noise from his room. His mom thought he was sleeping, but he was just too excited, so when he heard the noise he decided to investigate. He silently poked his head over the stair railing to see who was in the living room, but when he saw his mom his mouth dropped open and his eyes opened wide. She was putting presents under the tree, a cookie popped in her mouth. That cookie was for Santa! What was she doing?

talon

Its talons ripping at my clothes, the ferocious bird cawed and beat its wings towards my face. I tried to cover my face with my hands, but its beak tore at my skin. I cried out.

Sometimes I might think that a rock is trifle, but to my daughter it's of the utmost importance. She loves to play with them and examine them and throw them down to see what they do whereas I usually ignore them and walk right over them. The little things we take for granted are amazing to children. Everything is new to them. We just need to take a closer look at the small things and imagine them through the eyes of a child.

Please demonstrate your powers. You say you can fly, but I don't believe you. I don't know anyone who can fly. No one in my family can. None of my friends fly. How can you fly? Go on, little birdie, spread your wings and fly.

You cannot define me, though you will try. Daughter Sister Aunt Wife Mother Woman These are all roles I play, but they do not define me. I cannot be defined because I am too complex as each of you are complex. Too many things in my life have made me into the person I am today, too many to place me in a neat, little box. I am forever outside the box.

Sometimes I wish I could disappear into the vast world of words. No screaming. No crying. No worries. Just my head in a book.

third

I'm on my third dream. Dancing didn't work out. I have two left feet, so my Mama says, and Bobby's still limping from our last dance. Singing was a catastrophe. I think the neighbors moved because of me. So now I'm going to try acting. Yeah, that one sounds good, never mind that Mama says I should go into accounting. Who wants to crunch numbers all day long? I want to be famous!

So many orphans, she thought as she stood outside the cafeteria door. I wish I could take them all home with me. Then she spotted a little brown-haired girl standing in the line reaching for an apple. Something about her seemed familiar: the shape of her face, the color of her eyes. Could this be her friend's baby grown into a young girl?

clasp

Chelsea clasped the locket to her chest. "Thank you. I will cherish it forever," she said to her grandmother. Her grandmother smiled. "I know you will." She then closed her eyes and said, "I'm feeling tired, dear." "Yes, Grandma. I'll let you rest." Chelsea kissed her grandmother's forehead and left the room. Then as she stood outside the bedroom door, she opened the locket.

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Candace wrote about crouch
“I crouch behind the couch, hiding and waiting for the right moment to appear. The room is dark. I can hear breathing from my nearby friends and family. I hear a door open and the light switches on. F…”

the words Candace reaches for

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