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      <title>Chs 23+24  by Dylan Letellier</title>
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      <pubDate>2022-02-25 14:51:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ms. Letellier</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"So here I am, the new girl, basically alone, cleaning up a catastrophic mess by myself. People leaving me behind is quite the trend lately." (16, Campbell)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-01 19:01:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ms. Letellier</title>
         <author>dletellier1</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"You’re gonna need help once we get down by your dad’s store anyway. What if they already looting?” My heart drops. I hadn’t thought of that, but of course, she’s right. I need help." (162, Campbell)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-01 19:03:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ms. Letellier</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I stare at the destruction. The door hangs from the hinges, a huge splintery crack in the center, where someone must have kicked it in. A piece breaks off, thumping my shoulder as it falls. I was too stunned see it coming. I cry out, but not from the pain. I’m so numb, I can barely feel." (182)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Ms. Letellier</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"My throat closes up. Like everyone has a credit card they can use to Uber all around and a boyfriend who’ll pay for the rides. I have a five-dollar bill in my pocket and the food in my dad’s fridge to last the weekend. If I wanted dinner at the concession stand, I couldn’t have afforded to buy chips, a soda, and a hot dog. I’d have had to pick my favorite two out of three." (102-103, Campbell)</div>]]></description>
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