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JoyAs a child, Joy Clark lived a fairly normal life. Sure, there were some strange happenings and the other children never seemed to like her, but she chalked it up to the fact that her clothes were never the right kind, she refused to worship Queen Bee Veronica Woolensby, and that she was adopted. Of course, none of that seemed to matter once she received that letter, elegant green ink on stiff parchment from a stranger named Minerva McGonagall who was Deputy Headmistress of a school named Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, the young witch was thrilled to discover that she had magic and that a train departing from platform 9¾Joy


TattleTo Elsie, the house was a prison. With her condition, she could not go outside. She was not free to frolic and laugh with the other children her age. Instead, she was shown to a room filled with dolls and told to amuse herself. Because of her lack of social activity, and her complete separation from the sun and fresh air, she was a small child and very pale. Everyone attributed it to her condition as an invalid and did not realize that her little heart was aching for the world outside. And so it came to be that at two oclock Thursday afternoon, Patty went down to the kitchen to gossip with the new maid, and Elsie slipped outTattle


Blank CanvasBlank canvas. Thats how I see us: infinite possibilities. We could become a tragedy or a comedy. Typed out in neat font. Black letters clustered on a white plain. We could become a sketch: yellow daffodils grown from oil in this barren place. White field. We are the strokes of a charcoal pen, the rough sketch transforming into something wonderful. To me, you are the way you are. Perhaps a photograph then. But how to capture in one shot the spirit that is you. How can I capture the way you eagerly leap into discussion with me about nothing at all? How can I represent the playful way in which you take back your stolen writing implement? HBlank Canvas
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Quinceanera 10 The process took just slightly above half an hour. Clara and Ginny had arrived, both slightly shaken by the retelling of the Greyback incident. Skipper insisted that there was no time for the full story, so they all got to work. Veronica decided to take a shower first though--just to soak the tension away. After her bath, she got dressed. For the second time, she unwrapped the gorgeous dress from its packaging and put it on. It fit her body perfectly and draped fluidly to the floor. Once the dress was on, Skipper, Ginny, and, Clara scuttled in her bathroom. Clara told her to taQuinceanera 10
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The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes. But don't be afraid. And don't forget...you have the mightiest weapon of all. You are the one who will open the door.
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for every cloud
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The sun is breaking in your eyes,To start a new day.This broken heart can still survive,With a touch of your grace.
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for every cloud
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OMG A TALKING MUFFIN
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