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Bashir looked at the sunlight coming in through the window. The weather was magnificent, but he was forced to wait here, in the shade of the big boarders’ dining hall at Mimosa School.

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You laugh from your throat, that’s true. But we don’t really know where the laugh comes from.
What I think, is that right down at the bottom of our stomachs, hidden deep down in the ... [+]

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Paul is one of the kids in my class.

Paul always sits by himself at the back of the class. He has big green glasses, looks shy and has such a trembling voice that he sounds as if he’s... [+]

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"Hey Mom," I said, standing graveside. "I brought you a bunch of green bananas for Mother's Day. You'd be so proud of me. I'm keeping your memory alive by writing stories about the urgency we feel ... [+]

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There are about sixty teenagers gathered in the main square for the 10K race. They are all wearing different colored bibs according to the charities they represent. Adam has met up with Martin and ... [+]

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Felix jumped up onto the sofa and, lying full length against his master, began to purr noisily to show how contented he was. His master stopped reading and began to stroke him, delighting in sinking ... [+]

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“What are you waiting for?” asked Sophie with an amused smile.
“It’s cold!” protested her cousin Claudia.
The shivering teenager was standing hesitantly at the water’s edge, trying ... [+]

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Tomorrow it’s the vacation!
Miss Barnett, the young and spirited primary teacher, is having quite a job marshaling the thirty little cherubs in her class for the end of year photo.
She ... [+]

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The village streetlamps press their huge amber pearls against the still-light sky.
In the garden, the gentle squeaking of the swings has stopped. The moon, orange and round like a burst ... [+]

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Veranda, ago

I don’t know her name, but she is really pretty. She rides across the campsite on her bike without ever giving me a glance, with her brother and her Mom and Dad. Well, of course, they’re ... [+]