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“Yeah so I pretended to have a little money, I pretended to be middle class, I pretended I belonged. Nobody knew the truth.”

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Junior struggles to have a set identity due to his conflict with coming from the reservation and going to reardan.

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“traveling between reardan and wellpinit, between the little white town and the reservation, i always felt like a stranger. i was half Indian in and place and half white in the other

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but I cant blame my parents for ur poverty the are twin suns.

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“Each funeral was a funeral for all of us. We lived and died together.”

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“Son, Mr.P said you’re going to find more and more hope the farther and father you walk away from this, sad, sad reservation” (43)

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“I was an Indian kid from the reservation. I was lonely and sad and isolated and terrified. Just like Gordy. And so we did become friends.”

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Poverty doesn’t give you strength or teach you lessons about perseverance. No poverty only teaches you how to be poor

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I was half Indian in one place and half white in the other.

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rowdy feels like junior betrayed him for leaving the res causing them to grow apart during the story

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“I lied about how poor I was. Everybody in Reardan assumed we Spokanes made lots of money because we have a casino. But that casino, mismanaged and too far away from major highways was a money losing business”

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“so i heard the boom of my fathers rifle when he shot my bestfriend” (14)

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I think rowdy might be the most important person in my life.

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I’m fourteen years old and I’ve been to forty two funerals

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“I’m fourteen years old and I’ve been to forty-two funerals”

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After Oscar died I was so depressed that I thought about crawling into a hole and disappearing forever.

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Junior loses rowdy as a friend he loses his grandmother and his sister

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There are all knots of addicts, I guess. We all look for ways to make the pain go away

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“I mean, the thing is, plenty of Indians have died because drunken Indians have killed other drunken Indians”