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      <description>Made with fortitude</description>
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         <author>miceli20217170</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319817914</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"'Thank you, Papa,' I said feeling the love burn on my tongue" (31).</div>]]></description>
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         <author>trzpis20211406</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319818113</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I felt, looking at her, that I was helplessly watching precious flaxen sand slip away between my fingers” (93).</div>]]></description>
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         <author>quinncowell</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319818277</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"...Papa would take one look at it and his eyes would narrow, his would bulge out like unripe udala fruit, his mouth would spurt Igbo words" (209).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 8 P 120</title>
         <author>pearson20216570</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319818763</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I had felt as if I were not there, that I was just observing a table where you could say anything at any time to anyone, where the air was free for you to breathe as you wish”(120)</div>]]></description>
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         <author>koscinski20213285</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319818775</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“There were never tears on her face. The last time, only two weeks ago, when her swollen eye was still the black-purple color of an overripe avocado, she had rearranged them after she polished them¨ (10).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Ch.11, Pg. 213</title>
         <author>pittman20216537</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319818806</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“‘This cannot go on, nwunye m,” Aunty Ifeoma said. ´When a house is on fire, you run out before the roof collapses on your head’” (213).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>p.45 Ch. 4</title>
         <author>blackwell20218600</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319818869</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“There was a helplessness to his joy, the same kind of helplessness  as in that woman’s despair”. (45) </div>]]></description>
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         <title>“The metal buckles on his slippers stung like bites from giant mosquitos. (210)”</title>
         <author>cao20217643</author>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-11 18:47:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <author>ockey20214346</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319818949</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“It rained heavily the day Ade Coker died, a strange, furious rain in the middle of the parched harmattan. (206)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-11 18:47:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 4Pg. 41</title>
         <author>kravec20218516</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319819446</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“The boiled yam and peppery greens refused to go down my throat; they clung to my mouth like children clinging to their mothers’ hand at a nursery school entrance.” </div>]]></description>
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         <title></title>
         <author>ade20217064</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319819552</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Eugene has to stop doing God’s job. God is big enough to do his own job. If God will judge our father for choosing the way of our ancestors, then let God do the judging, not Eugene” (Adichie 95-96).</div>]]></description>
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         <author>ricketts20214838</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319819694</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Mama had greeted him the traditional way that women were supposed to, being low and offering him her back so that he would pat it with his fan made of the soft, straw-colored tail of an animal." (94).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-11 18:49:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;When I had thought of heaven as a child, I visualized Papa’s room, the softness, the creaminess, the endlessness” (41).</title>
         <author>treece20215278</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319819925</link>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-11 18:49:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ch. 16 Pg. 288</title>
         <author>bors20212241</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319820110</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Outside the rain came in slants, hitting the closed windows with a furious rhythm...giving out a sweet-sour scent”(288)</div>]]></description>
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         <author>lenert20212030</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319820118</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"'This cannot go on, nwunye m,' Aunty Ifeoma said.  'When a house is on fire, you run out before the roof collapses on your head.'"<br>(213)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>pg. 58 Ch. 5</title>
         <author>blackwell20218600</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319820325</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“‘They are not like those loud children people are raising these days, with no home training and no fear of God,’ Papa said, and I was certain that it was pride that stretched Papa’s lips and lightened his eyes”. (58) <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 14 Pg. 257</title>
         <author>kravec20218516</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319820442</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Everything came tumbling down after Palm Sunday. Howling winds came with an angry rain, uprooting frangipani trees in the front yard...The satellite dish on top of the garage came crashing down…” <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>pg 44</title>
         <author>jacowleff20215420</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319820558</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Soldiers were milling around. Market women were shouting, and many had both hands placed on their heads, in the way people do to show despair or shock. A women lay in the dirt, wailing, tearing at her short afro” (Adichie 44).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>pg. 69 ch. 5 </title>
         <author>blackwell20218600</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319820848</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“The silence he left was heavy but comfortable, like a well worn, prickly cardigan on a bitter morning.” (69)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-11 18:51:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Then Aunty Ifeoma jumped out of the bathtub and, in the manner of dreams, jumped into America. She did not look back as I called to her to stop.”(229-230) </title>
         <author>stothoff20211503</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319820989</link>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-11 18:51:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author>ricketts20214838</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319821212</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Didn’t he have the same bubbles of air in his throat, keeping the words back, letting out only a stutter at best?" (145)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>ch. 15 page 287</title>
         <author>wu20213765</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319821328</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“He was different from Ade Coker, from all the other people they had killed. He had seemed immortal” (287).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-11 18:52:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 17 Pg. 307</title>
         <author>kravec20218516</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319821364</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Above, clouds like dyed cotton wool hang low, so low I feel I can reach out squeeze the moisture from them. The new rains will come down soon” <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-11 18:52:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author>franklin20212285</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319821434</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Mama reached out to hold my hand. Her face was puffy from crying, and her lips were cracked, with bits of discolored skin peeling off. I wished I could get up and hug her, and yet I wanted to push her away, to shove her so hard that she would topple over the chair” (213).</div>]]></description>
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         <title></title>
         <author>quinncowell</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319822319</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I saw the tension fall from the sky and envelop us all" (245) </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 15 Pg. 287</title>
         <author>lee20216707</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319822365</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I had never considered the possibility that Papa would die, that Papa could die. He was different from Ade Coker, from all the other people they had killed. He had seemed immortal.”</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Pg 88 Ch 6</title>
         <author>gross20215165</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319822661</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote>“That night I dreamed I was laughing, but it did not sound like my laughter, although I was not sure what my laughter sounded like. It was cackling and throaty and enthusiastic, like Aunty Ifeoma’s”</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 9 Pg 147</title>
         <author>lipinski20211824</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319823111</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“After we hung up Aunty Ifeoma said, ‘your father wants you to stay here a few days longer,’ and Jaja smiled so widely I saw dimples I didn't even know he had”(147).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>“I wanted to talk with them, to laugh with them so much that I would start to jump up and down in one place the way they did, but my lips held stubbornly together. I did not want to stutter, so I started to cough and then ran out and into the toilet” (Adichie 141). </title>
         <author>pan20210763</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Chapter 9 Pg 141</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 17 Pg. 292</title>
         <author>nguyen20210430</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319823296</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The roads to the prison are familiar. I know the houses and shops, I know the faces of the women who sell oranges and bananas just before you turn into the pot-hole filled road that leads to the prison yard. </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 11 Pg 211</title>
         <author>lipinski20211824</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319824800</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“The stinging was raw now, even more like bites, because the metal landed on open skin on my side, my back, my legs.”(211) </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 13</title>
         <author>hornby20217052</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319825025</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Mama's eyes were still glazed, but she looked like a different woman from the one who had come out of the taxi that morning. She looked possessed by a different demon"(250).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>chapter 1 pg 7</title>
         <author>wu20213765</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319825840</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Although our spacious dining room gave way to an even wider living room, I felt suffocated. The off-white walls with the framed photos of Grandfather were narrowing, bearing down on me. Even the glass dining table was moving toward me.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 9 Pg. 142</title>
         <author>rhinehart20213801</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319826841</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“‘Look at that, green and pink and yellow on the leaves. Like God playing with paint brushes’”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-11 19:02:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 5 Page 71</title>
         <author>reich20214753</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319827619</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"She did not give me the usual brief side hug. She clasped me in her arms and held me tightly against the softness of her body. The wide lapels of her blue, A-line dress smelled of lavender" (71).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 2 page 25</title>
         <author>hoffman20218805</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319832100</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It was the same way I felt when he smiled, his face breaking open like a coconut with brilliant white meat inside."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-11 19:12:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ch. 7, Pg. 105</title>
         <author>pittman20216537</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ccreveling/aykw9yzrclld/wish/319832214</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I looked away from the wall to glance at him. His eyes were the same green shade of a snake I had seen once, slithering across the yard near the hibiscus bushes” (105).</div>]]></description>
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