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your mom is a pig and she looks like the blue people from avatar

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PAGE 10                   “like a thread dropped on a patchwork quilt.”  

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PAGE 10                   “like a thread dropped on a patchwork quilt.”  

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what does that mean?

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yes bitch

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Metaphor- The road which passed the cabin lay like a thread dropped on a patchwork quilt.

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The mans bones creaked as he stood up from the chair.

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he was red like a tomateos

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the road which passed the cabin lay like like a thread dropped on a patchwork quilt

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the road which passed the cabin lay like like a thread dropped on a patchwork quilt

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The road which passed the cabin lay LIKE  a thread dropped on a patchwork quilt.

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lands strained out whatever coarseness was left over from his bulldog heritage and only flute like redbone.

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sharecroppers far apart like flyspecks on a whitewashed ceiling.

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Negro sharecroppers far apart, like fly specks on a white washed ceiling.

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the cabins flout like boats

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The dry cottonwood chunks burned like gunpowder in the stove.

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but when she finally spoke , they where warm and soft as when she sang.

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He was shot like a dog.

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the busrst off sounders voice was a melody

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He hit  the box just like the law hit his dad

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Sounder was falling , floundering and rising as he ran. Page 27-28.

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The road which passed the cabin lay like a thread dropped on a patchwork quilt. Pg19

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Ain't no earthly power can make a story end as pretty as Joseph's.

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he was shot like a dog

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each bark bounced in the foothills like a rubber ball

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Each step echoed against the iron ceiling and made him sound like a giant walking.

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It smelled like the mercy seat meetin-house picnic held every summer
Page. 17

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The curtains moving in the breeze, were like the seas foam.

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Oak leaves has strong acid that toughens the skin, just like the oak bark that they use to tan leather in the tannery.
Page 48

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negro sharecroppers far apart, like flysdpects on a white washed ceiling pg. 2

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The boy looked at the white-haired old man leaning over him like he was listening for the plant to answer him.

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He was as sick as a dog

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He thought that they were like giant brooms sweeping the sky

page 82

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It was like the Mercy seat meetin- house picnic held every summer

pg.15

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The man would wheeze and squirm like the weasel had.

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He thought they moved like giant brooms sweeping the sky

Page 82

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it smelled like the mercy seat meetin'-house picnic held every summer.

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It smelled like the mercy seat meetin-house picnic held every summer
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It smelled like the mercy seat meeting house picnic held every year

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negro sharecroppers far apart, like flypects on a white washed ceiling... page.2

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The boy listened to the wind passing though the tops of the pines; he thought they moved like giant brooms sweeping the sky.
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Under the cabin it smelled stale and dead like old carcasses and snakes.
Page 42

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The water moved in little ripples like curtains in a breeze
Page 40

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It was like a Christmas bigger than a pork sausage Christmas.

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The boy was as tall as Maintain Everest....

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Her lips looked as thought they were glued together when she hummed!!!

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the road which passed the cabin lay like a thread dropped on a patchwork guilt

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Rattled against a loose board as if someone was walking a crossed the floor

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Page 114
It would all sweep back over him again and again like an echo on the wind

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cabins built on post float just like boats

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Page 114
It would all sweep back over again and again like an echo on the wind

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Three small children,non as high as the level of the latch, were peering out into the dark.

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it wavered the foothills louder than any dog

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Each bark was like a bounsing ball.. page 5

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Page 40
The water moved in little ripples like curtains in the breeze

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made music as though the  branches of all trees were being pulled across silver stings

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his head was as round as a basket ball

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page 19
the road which passed the cabin lay like a thread dropped on a patchwork quilt.

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Like a fly specks on a white washed ceiling ...Page 2

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The pillow was like a myth flying around page 31

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his head was as round as a basketball

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he didnt want to be shot down like a dog

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she began to sing like she was almost wispering for no one to hear but herself

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The water moved in little ripples like curtains in a breeze.

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page 114 Years later, walking the earth like a man, it would all sweep back over him again and again, like an echo on the wind.

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It (the oak slab) smelled like the Mercy Seat  meetn' house.

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pg 29,he didnt want to be shot down like a dog

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The town was as lonely as the cabin he thought.

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The town was as lonely as the cabin he thought.

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the people he tried to put in stories from the papers always seemed like strangers.

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It was like a Christmas bigger than a pork-sausage christmas .16

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echoed against the iron ceiling made him sound like a giant walking

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The road which passed the cabin lay like a thread dropped on a patchwork quilt

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The dry dust got in his mouth and tasted like lime and grease.

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In the dark he thought of the bull-necked man crumpled on the floor in cake crumbs, like the strangled bull in the cattle chute and walked faster.

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page 19
The road which passed the cabin lay like a thread dropped on a patchwork quilt.

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wait hes mighty crippled up so he behave like nothin has happened pg.109

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It would all sweep back over him, again and again, like an echo on the wind.

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page 15
It smelled like the mercy seat meetin'-house picnic held every summer

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The curtains, moving in the breeze, were like the seas foam. page 40

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page 104
A lone figure came on the landscape as a speck and slowly grew into a ripply form through the heat waves.

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he watched the heat waves as they made the earth look like it was moving in little ripples.

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Page 40 The water moved in little ripples like curtains in the breeze.

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It smelled like the mercy seat meetin house picnic held every summer

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Page 40 The water moved in a little ripples curtain in a breeze.

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he felt the importance of the years as a child measures age

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each step echoed aginst the iron celing and made him sound like a giant walking

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why am i alive

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his throat hurt with a great lump choking him.             (on the back)

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sounder had a better chance of catching prey than a fox in a hen house

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music as though the branches of all the trees were being pulled across silver strings.