The seashells near the ocean
where I grew up are storytellers.
Every morning, feet burning
...
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The seashells near the ocean
where I grew up are storytellers.
Every morning, feet burning
...
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There was no sunlight that day, and flowers with banners naming the giver had no aroma. The Godfather theme music played in Maria's head while a cast of characters, like sepia photos in her mother's ... [+]
Bobby didn't talk much in class. When he did speak, the other children often made fun of him because he stammered. His words just wouldn't come out right. They twisted around his tongue like slimy ... [+]