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He could hear the man kicking the horse and telling it to go. He was wondering where he could go. He decided to go meet Yolanda. While he was running he came across Sam he told him to run. Sam ran with him wondering what was wrong then Sam looked
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<Tab/>Yolanda kept staring at it and then he recognised it. He muttered out, "Where did you get it."
"My father gave it to me," said John and still
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horses?" said John wondering
" No we wont get horses. We wont be able to afford it," replied Yolanda.
They made their way threw the rocky roads. " About how long will this journey take us?"
" About 6 months if we are lucky and the weather is good."
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The sun shining on the west and there I stood nothing to do in the park. I was waiting for my friends to play football but they never came. I started to climb onto the slide and slide down. While I was sliding down something surprised me the clock at
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in Budapest.It's the capital of Hungary.Although I don't learn lots about its history,I know it's a calamitous country.Since I was a little girl,I have been the center of everyone's attention.Parents love me.They give me everything as much as they can.I
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down to their other friend's house, Eric one dark and cloudy night. None of the other boys liked Eric very much; they all called him 'chicken shit' and 'loser'. Nevertheless, John did like him, so told Paul to leave him alone, Paul didn't accept.
"I
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the sourness of breath.
The sweet placid night
Serene after the soiled stares.
Imperfection.
Tenderness swells through my veins.
Light unspoken touch,
Fingers trickling through my skin.
Without anxiety for a reason,
This just is.
We just
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that "we are all born free, but everywhere we are in chains", as was stated by the great philosopher, Rousseau. These chains are not visible, rather they are an invisible force that comes from conformity to society. How can I say we're not free when
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from my mom's tummy hanging by the ambilical chord. We lived in Maryland then, as a family. A happy family. A family that never ever seen the horrific end coming.
But that was seventeen years ago and look how much has changed. You haven't though,
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of accomplishment and self-growth. I'll never forget that day. June 6, 2002, the day of my graduation. I have only felt that kind of emotion on the day my son was born. I was both excited and scared all at once.
This special event took place
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