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"I was lonely for the sky, for the feel of it on my face. The school was a four -storey red brick building with a cupola bearing a tall white cross as its only adornment.There was no trees around it, only ground shrubs (pg42).

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"Then a pair of nuns scrubbed us with stiff-bristled brushes. The soap was harsh. They rubbed us nearly raw. It felt like they were trying to remove more than grime and odour" (44).

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"Saul", sister Ignacia said. "That's a fine biblical name. We won't need to change that. But we are going to have to do something about Lonnie Rabbit. I think Aaron is more suitable. From now on you are Aaron Rabbit. Do you understand?"

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same as Ms. Prete's

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"Your human father has nothing to offer you anymore."

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"I ached in solitude. What I let them see was a quiet, withdrawn boy, void of feeling." Pg 55

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"Then a pair of nuns scrubbed us with a stiff-bristled brushes. The soap was harsh. They rubbed us nearly raw. It felt like they were trying to remover more than grime or odour. It felt as though they were trying to remove our skin" (pg. 44)

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"We need to get you outside to watch. I guarantee you will love it." - Father Gaston Leboutilier pg 57

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"I could never understand how the god they proclaimed was watching us could turn his head away and ignore such cruelty and suffering" (52)

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"The boy has no family that we know of... to hold him back from nurturing a gift that is divine in nature would be counterproductive to what we set out to achieve" (96)

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We were Indian Kids and all we had was the smell of those fish on our hand. We fell asleep that night with our noses pressed to our hands and as the days went by and the smell of those suckers faded, there wasn't a one of us that we didn't cry for the loss of the life we'd known before.

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"We'd push our faces into our pillows or bury our heads beneath our blankets to drown out the surf of woe that came each night…Soft whispers, cajoling, and then the rustling sounds that tattooed themselves onto our brains, the cries of distress, the sound of skin sliding against skin and the low adult growls were born of hunger." (Pg. 81)

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" In what seemed like an instant, the world I had known was replaced by an ominous black cloud" (Pg.47)

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"The Indian Yard. That's what the kids called it. Row on row of unmarked graves. Row on row of four to five foot indentations like a finger from Heaven had pressed then down. Dips in the Earth. Holes they fell into." (50)

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"He screamed as the paddle struck his back. The nun yanked him to his feet as though he was a rag toy and struck him repeatedly on the knees and on the back of his thighs. Obedience is the measure of our worthinees." (Page: 46)

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"But what terrified us most were the nighttime invasions ... 'God's love,' Angelique Lynx Leg whispered to me one day ... She was nine years old and all I felt was hollow." (81-82)

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"I saw kids die of tuberculosis, influenza, pneumonia and broken hearts at St. Jerome's....... I watched a girl calmly fill the pockets of her apron with rocks and walk actoss the field. She went to the creek and sat on the bottom and drowned." (55)

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"But Lonnie is my dad's name" the boy said "Well, the Lord God is your father now and he wants you called Aaron"- (45)

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"St.Germs scraped at us, leaving holes in our beings" (52

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"Your father is the heavenly Father. You will learn that here. Your human father has nothing to offer you anymore."

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"But perhaps what terrified is most were the nighttime invasions...It was the same for the girls" (81)

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"In what seemed like an instant, the world I had known was replaced by an ominous black cloud" (47).

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"When I hit the ice I left all of that behind me. I stepped onto the ice and Saul Indian Horse, the abandoned Ojibway kid, clutched in the frozen arms of his dead grandmother, ceased to exist," (83).

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"I read once that there are holes in the universe that swallow all light, all bodies. St. Jerome's took all the light from my world. Everything I knew vanished behind me with an audible swish, like the sound a moose makes disappearing into spruce" (43).