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1. Find an excellent example of simple, compound and complex sentences in a text that you are reading.
2. In ALL CAPS, give your post a title that gives us a sense of what the passage is about.
3. At the end of your passage, write "Shared by..." and your name.

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"I like hair ,tuna fish ,the smell of rain and things that are pink. I hate pimples ,baked potatoes , when my mother is mad and religious holidays."
- Judy Blume
Shared by: Mia

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Both of Parvanas parents had come from old respected Afghan families. With their education, they had earned high salaries. They had a big house with a courtyard, a couple of servants, a television set, a refrigerator, a car. Noora had had her own room.Parvana had shared a room with her little sister Maryam. Maryam chattered a lot, but she thought Parvana was wonderful. It was certainly been wonderful to get away from Noora sometimes.

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It was really fun hanging out with Chloe,Zoey, and  Brandon at the cupcake shop.
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As we stared into each others eyes, I could definitely see something crazy about to happen.
(compound)
But I was about to fix that little problem.
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"Hey!" Pam said. "Why the long snouts? And where's Vi?"
"Oh, Pam, Thank goodmouse you're back!" Colette exclaimed. "We have been practicing for hours, but Violet told us we're not good enough. She kept pacing around, criticizing us. We all got very stressed, and we fought like cats and rats, and now we don't know what to do!"
Pam was shocked. Nicky and Paulina quickly filled her in on all the trouble they'd had during practice.
"We've been trying to come up with some good lyrics for the song to convince Violet to come back," said Paulina, pointing to the crumpled papers on the ground.
-Elisabetta Dami
shared by Aliyah

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Ali was dozing on mother's lap, a piece of nan in his little fist. Every now and then he would realize he was falling asleep and would rouse himself, as if he hated the thought of missing something. He'd try to get up , but mother held him quite firmly. After wiggling for a moment, he'd give up and doze off again. Father, looking rested after his nap, had changed into his good white shalwar kameez. His long beard was neatly combed. Parvana thought he looked very handsome.

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August (Auggie) Pullman was born with a facial deformity that prevented him from going to a mainstream school—until now. He's about to enter fifth grade at Beecher Prep, and if you've ever been the new kid, them you know how hard that can be. The thing is Auggie's just an ordinary kid, with an extraordinary face. But can he convince his new classmates that he's just like them, despite appearances?

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Mallahan gave a shrug and walked off to the kitchen while Theodora made little shooing motions at me. It is always terrible to be told to go play with people one doesn't know, but I climbed the stairs until I was standing in front of the typing girl.

"I'm Lemony Snicket," I said.

Shared by: Arlo.
From: All the Wrong Questions by Lemony Snicket

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"What do you want?"asked Mr.Cooper."I want two pounds of firm red tomatoes.I want two pounds of firm red tomatoes." Mr. Cooper frowned. He was insulted. For he had no way of knowing that Jacob two-two said every thing two times,because what with so many people in this house nobody ever heard him the first time."There's no need to chew your cabbage twice in here'"said Mr Cooper."But I'm Jacob two two.I'm Two plus two plus two years old and , if you please , I want two pounds of firm,red tomatoes.I want two pounds of firm red tomatoes.
_Mordecai Richler
-Sequoia

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He was swimming in dark water , beneath two pale moons in the sky spangled stars .he moved through the water with smooth easy strokes alternately gliding along the surface and dipping beneath it . When he got tired he surfaced and treaded water gently until the ripples he created ebbed , turning the water into a mirror of the night sky . He turned water and saw his face

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He had a few more minutes to destroy seventeen years of evidence. Still in his pajamas, Harry gold raced around his cluttered bedroom pulling out desk drawers, tossing boxes out of his closet, And yanking books from the shelves. He was horrified. Everywhere he looked where incriminating paper a plane ticket stub, a secret report, a letter from a fellow spy. Gold ripped the papers to shreds, carried two fistfuls to the bathroom, shoved them in the toilet, and flushed. Then He ran back to his bedroom, Grabbed The rest of the pile, And stumbled on a slipper down the stairs to the cellar, where he pushed the stuff to the bottom of an overflowing garbage can. The doorbell rang.
-Shared by Oren

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HAGRID VISITS HARRY POTTER IN THEIR TEMORARY COTTAGE.

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HAGRID VISITS HARRY POTTER IN THEIR TEMORARY COTTAGE.

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Harry looked up at the giant. He meant to say thank you, but the words got lost on the way to his mouth, and what he said instead was, "Who are you?"
The giant chuckled.
"True, I haven't introduced myself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
He held out an enormous hand and shook Harry's whole arm.
"What about that tea then, eh?"
His eyes fell on the empty grate with the shriveled chip bags in it and he snorted. He bent down over the fireplace. They couldn't see what he was doing, but when he drew back a second later, there was a roaring fire there. It filled the whole damp hut with flickering light and Harry felt the warmth wash over him as though he'd sunk into a hot bath. -J.K Rowling, Harry Potter.

-Shared By Brandon

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The U.S. men's national team may not be going to the 2018 World Cup, but that doesn't mean life stops. There's going to be a new coach, certainly new players and a lack of "important" matches for quite a while. Here's everything you need to know:
The next scheduled match for the U.S. men's national team is on Nov. 14. The team will go on the road to Europe to face reigning Euro 2016 champion Portugal and Cristiano Ronaldo.
Coaching Situation:
After the departure of Bruce Arena, U.S.Soccer says they will determine in the coming days who will coach the squad for the friendly. It's likely they will name an interim manager, and former player and current U-20 coach Tab Ramos says he's interested.
Another Friendly:
The U.S. is expected to play another friendly in Europe during this trip, and all players will be available selection, U.S. Soccer says. There could also be a friendly against Wales, according to NBC Sports.
What We Can Also Expect:
We may see a whole bunch of newer, younger players in this upcoming side. Lots of European based guys as well, with this team certainly looking towards the future. The next "big" competition is the 2019 Gold Cup, and World Cup qualifying will start that year, so it's important to get a look at as many young guys as possible. Maybe even some of the young kids tearing it up at the U-17 World Cup are worth a look.
- Shared by Abby

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AN ARTISTIC MOMENT WITH DRAGON LADY AND RAFE. 

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AN ARTISTIC MOMENT WITH DRAGON LADY AND RAFE. 

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The best part of my week was art class. I only  had it on Tuesdays  and Fridays, but it was with Ms. Donatello, which was cool. When I started middle school, Ms. D was my English teacher. I used  to think that she was the dragon lady and that all she wanted was to make my life miserable.
- JAMES PATTERSON
" shared by bobby"

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"You both have the advantage of me, " sighed Anne. " You're going to teach children who don't know you, but I have to teach my old school mates, and Mrs. Lynde says she's afraid they won't respect me as they would a stranger unless I am very cross from the first. But I don't believe a teacher should be cross. Oh it seems to me such a responsibility!"...Further ambitions Jane had none. "The main thing will be to keep order and a teacher has to be a little cross to do that. If my pupils don't do what I tell them they shall be punished

shared by sasha

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WARNING: do not read if you want to read the book

Ender took his hands off the controls and leaned in to watch it happen. The perspective was close to the enemy planet now, as the ship hurtled into it its well of gravity. Surely it's in range now, thought Ender. It must must be in range and the computer can't handle it. Then the surface of the planet witch filled half the simulator field now, began to bubble; there was gout of explosion, hurling debris out toward Ender's fighters. Ender tried to imagine what was happening inside the planet. The field growing and growing, the molecules bursting apart but finding nowhere for the separate atoms to go. Within three seconds the entire planet burst apart, becoming a sphere of bright dust, hurdling outward. Enders fighters were among the first to go; there perspective suddenly vanished, and now the simulator could only display the perspective of the starships waiting beyond the edges of the battle. It was as close as Ender wanted to be. The sphere of the exploding planet grew outward faster then the enemy ships could avoid it. And it carried with it the Little Doctor, not so little anymore, the field taking apart every ship in its path, erupting each one into a dot of light before it went on.

Shared by: Matthew
Book: Enders Game
Author: Orson Scott Card

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NEW YEAR'S EVE.       It        was New Year's 2007, approximately  ten o'clock ,and we were just getting ready celebrate Christmas... Compound...  Although Christmas has past ,but on December 25, we had been stranded by snow storms in Utah... Complex... Our parents had decreed that we celebrate , our belated holiday on the eve of another holiday, and so we were about to enjoy a twofer. Or so we thought.

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NEW YEAR'S EVE.       It        was New Year's 2007, approximately  ten o'clock ,and we were just getting ready celebrate Christmas... Compound...  Although Christmas has past ,but on December 25, we had been stranded by snow storms in Utah... Complex... Our parents had decreed that we celebrate , our belated holiday on the eve of another holiday, and so we were about to enjoy a twofer. Or so we thought.

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But where are the presents? ... simple sentence... asked Zinnia.
we where in the drawing room ,which sounds like a room you draw pictures in but that we actually just sit in. On this night, we were sitting around a dying fire, waiting for something exciting to happen.

- Shared By Tyler

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... "Excuse me," said Max, "would you like some tea?" At first, there was no answer. The man was slumped over, his head down. As Max moved closer, he noticed hat the soldier looked older than the other men in the partisan camp. ...The man continued to sit silently as Max repeated his question, this time louder. "I said, would you like something  to drink?" "I heard you the first time," the man answered without raising his head. "Do you think I'm deaf? And do you think I'd take anything from a Jewish troublemaker? Get away from me." Max froze and shuddered. The soldier's words pierced through him like sharp needles. max recognized the sound of hatred in his voice. He had heard it before in the streets of his own village. The soldier threw back his head and laughed a long sinister cackle. ax could see his wild angry eyes. "That got your attention, didn't it? Jewish troublemaker! I'd get a nice reward if I turned you over to the Nazis. Now get lost!"

"shared by Dara"

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HAGRID VISITS HARRY POTTER IN THEIR COTTAGE

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HAGRID VISITS HARRY POTTER IN THEIR COTTAGE

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I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer letters, but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud!(compound)

In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut.(simple)

Although hagrid seemed to be scaring the dursleys into a corner, Harry wasn't very frightened, he was interested.(complex)
shared by-Brandon

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A SWEET MOMENT BETWEEN PEETA AND KATNISS.           “If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were....My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt, freeing it. Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist. "No, I won't let you." "Trust me," I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own. "On the count of three?" Peeta leans down and kisses me once, very gently. "The count of three," he says. We stand, our backs pressed together, our empty hands locked tight. "Hold them out. I want everyone to see," he says. I spread out my fingers, and the dark berries glisten in the sun. I give Peeta's hand one last squeeze as a signal, as a good-bye, and we begin counting. "One." Maybe I'm wrong. "Two." Maybe they don't care if we both die. "Three!" It's too late to change my mind. I lift my hand to my mouth taking one last look at the world. The berries have just passed my lips when the trumpets begin to blare. The frantic voice of Claudius Templesmith shouts above them. "Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the 74th Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you - the tributes of District 12!”  - Suzanna Collins, The Hunger Games 

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A SWEET MOMENT BETWEEN PEETA AND KATNISS.           “If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were....My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt, freeing it. Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist. "No, I won't let you." "Trust me," I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own. "On the count of three?" Peeta leans down and kisses me once, very gently. "The count of three," he says. We stand, our backs pressed together, our empty hands locked tight. "Hold them out. I want everyone to see," he says. I spread out my fingers, and the dark berries glisten in the sun. I give Peeta's hand one last squeeze as a signal, as a good-bye, and we begin counting. "One." Maybe I'm wrong. "Two." Maybe they don't care if we both die. "Three!" It's too late to change my mind. I lift my hand to my mouth taking one last look at the world. The berries have just passed my lips when the trumpets begin to blare. The frantic voice of Claudius Templesmith shouts above them. "Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the 74th Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you - the tributes of District 12!”  - Suzanna Collins, The Hunger Games 

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- Shared by Morah Jaime