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The Most Dangerous Game

Prose

"Yes, even that tough-minded old Swede, who'd go up to the 🤬 himself and ask him for a light. Those fishy blue eyes held a look I never saw there before. All I could get out of him was `This place has an evil name among seafaring men, sir.' Then he said to me, very gravely, `Don't you feel anything?'--as if the air about us was actually poisonous. Now, you mustn't laugh when I tell you this--I did feel something like a sudden chill.

Verse

Yes, even that tough

minded old Swede

who'd go up to the 🤬 himself

and ask him for a light

Those fishy blue eyes

held a look I never saw there before

All I could get out of him was

This place has

an evil name among seafaring men, sir

Then he said to me very gravely

Don't you feel anything as if the air about us

was actually poisonous

Now, you mustn't laugh

when I tell you this

I did feel something

like a sudden chill

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Leo Ye
Gloria Carrasco ESOL
Period 4 4/16/19
Verse
Don't you feel anything as if the air
about us
was actually poisonous
Now
you mustn't laugh when I tell you this I did feel something like a sudden chill
There was no breeze The sea was
as flat as
a plate-glass

window
We
were drawing near the island then What I felt
was a
a mental chill
a sort of sudden dread

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The Sound of Thunder 
        The Travel of Time

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The Sound of Thunder 
        The Travel of Time

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A touch of the hand and this burning would,

on the instant,

beautifully reverse itself.

Eckels remembered the wording

in the advertisements to the letter.

Out of chars and ashes,

out of dust and coals,

like golden salamanders,

the old years,

the green years,

might leap;

roses sweeten the air,

white hair turn Irish-black,

wrinkles vanish;

all,

everything fly back to seed,

flee death,

rush down to their beginnings,

suns rise in western skies

and set in glorious easts,

moons eat themselves opposite to the custom,

all

and everything

cupping one in another like Chinese boxes,

rabbits into hats,

all

and everything

returning to the fresh death,

the seed death,

the green death,

to the time before the beginning.

A touch of a hand might do it,

the merest touch of a hand.

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“To My Brother” by Jone Keats
Read by Anthony Zhu

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I have a tabby cat in my house.
She is quietly beside me.

Soft hair,
Lazy eyes.

She is quietly beside me,
Share the afternoon sun with me.
The gentle sunshine often makes me sleepless.
But the cat's sleepiness will never stop.

Summer nights are full of danger,
There are often lightning and lightning.
When the dark clouds conquered the night,
The cat also got into my room.
We are embracing each other with the rain,
She is no longer appearing in the morning.

I enjoy the sun alone,
I am alone with the rain and sleep.
One day she appeared quietly.
Quietly squatting beside me.

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With Mrs Aylssa

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With Mr.d

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My love is gone with Mr shah

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Life is fine video YouTube link https://youtu.be/5_wan86k87I

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Life is fine video https://youtu.be/5_wan86k87I

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Clark Qian
With
Mr. Vino

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Nisa Abalioglu
Poetry from the book called Night

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Ms.Benedetto and Gin

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Joe Zuo with AHS stuff who work in concessions stand. “The Road Not Taken”

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With Mrs Wayne (The middle school Chinese teacher)

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With Mrs Wayne (The middle school Chinese teacher)

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Christine with Mr. Matthews

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Leo Ye with Mrs. Medici

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Nisa with Ms.Calvet

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Owen with Mrs. Keene

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Clark Qian X Mr. Vino

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Anthony Zhu, <SUCCESS>with Mr Shah.