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Feb 2014
I slid in the warm embrace of the blanket. The chill of the air conditionar stroked my protruding arms-i forgot to take it off swing again. As usual laziness got the best of me and i decided endure the torture. My toes curled as i turned my attention back towards 'my sisters keeper.' my heart throbbed with empathy and before i knew it hot tears were streaming down my cheeks but my eyes didnt waver from the pages
Written by
Madeeha Qureshi
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   Katie and Balaguer
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