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They stood straight up. last page

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They stood as if someone had driven
them, like so many stakes, into the floor.

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Its round and shiny!

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"It’s like a penny,"

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It's hot!

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"It’s like a fire, in the stove."
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When she spoke she was very quite.

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If she spoke at all her voice would be a ghost. Page 94 

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If she spoke at all her voice would be a ghost. Page 94 

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She was becoming dull from not seeing the sun in a long time.

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She was an old
photograph dusted from an album, whitened
away. Page 94

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The children pressed to each other like so
many roses, so many weeds, intermixed,
peering out for a look at the hidden sun. page 93

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It was raining hard!

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Storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the island. page 93