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      <title>Period  3 Passages from Night we should pay attention to by Sybil O&#39;Hare</title>
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      <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:03:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Iyanna </title>
         <author>greeni3</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412131</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Since my father’s death, nothing mattered to me anymore” (111).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:10:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Cristian Ochman</title>
         <author>ochmanc</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412146</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. From the depths of the mirror a corpse was contemplating me.<br>2. His last words were my name he had called out to me and I had not answered<br>3. It is every man for himself you cannot think of others. Not even your father.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:10:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Liza Gregory</title>
         <author>gregorye2</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412165</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live” (109).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:10:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chris Van Ingen</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412193</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. "They didn't give us anything...They said that we were sick that we would die soon, and that it would be a waste of food" (107).<br><br>2. "No prayers were said over his tomb. No candle lit in his memory. His last word had been my name. He had called out to me and I had not answered" (112).<br><br></div><div>3. "From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me" (115).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:10:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412224</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>A corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:10:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Steven</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412243</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>1. "I would dream... about soup"(113).<br>2. "We had not eaten for nearly six days"(114).<br>3. "At six o'clock ... the first American Tank stood at the gates"(115).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:10:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Abby </title>
         <author>stjeana</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412256</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“He dragged me toward a pile of snow from which protruded human shapes, torn blankets” (105). People just went over to the snow, sat down and tried to go to sleep but died.<br><br>"You are in a concentration camp...you cannot help him anymore” (110). Elie is being told the truth, he has been trying to avoid it, but it is now apparent to him that there’s nothing he can do about his father. <br><br>"From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me” (115). Elie isn’t even a human anymore, and that image of himself has stuck with him for his entire life. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:10:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Britney </title>
         <author>lavecchiab</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412330</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“In this place, there is no such thing as father, brother. Each of us lives and dies alone.” (110). This makes Elie see that he has to fight for himself and cannot care about others, or he will not survive. <br>"You cannot help him anymore.” (110). This makes Elie realize that he can’t help his Father anymore, because all he is doing is hurting himself by helping his Father and giving away his rations he is hurting his survival.<br>"With only one desire: to eat. I no longe thought about my Father and Mother”(113). Elie has lost all hope, the only thing he could think about was survival. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:10:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author>jachinoj</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:10:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>William Harper</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412385</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1.)”I knew that I was no longer arguing with him but with death itself, with death that he had already chosen”(105).<br><br>2.)”In this place, it is every man for himself, and you cannot think of others. Not even your father. In this place there is no such thing as father, brother, friend. Each of us lives and dies alone”(110)<br><br>3.)”From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me(115).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:10:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jack Jachino</title>
         <author>jachinoj</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412546</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep”<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:11:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Charlie </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412766</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“ That is when I remembered that I had a father” (106).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:11:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chris S</title>
         <author>stoumpasc</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412811</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1- “I can’t go on anymore ... It’s over ... I shall die right here” (Father 105)<br><br>2- “When I woke up, it was daylight. That is when I remembered that I had a father” (106)<br><br>3- “I knew he was running out of strength, close to death, and yet I had abounded him (106)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:11:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412861</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>No prayers were said over his tomb. No candle lit in his memory</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:11:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author>hunterca</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215412901</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions.” Pg 115</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:11:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Iyanna</title>
         <author>greeni3</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215413176</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I did not weep, and it pained me I could not weep. But I was out of tears” (110).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:12:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Garrett</title>
         <author>marting6</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215413360</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“No thought of revenge, or of parents. Just of bread” (115). </div><div> </div><div>“From the depths of a mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me” (115).<br><br>"Since my fathers death, nothing mattered to me anymore” (111).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:12:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jack Jachino</title>
         <author>jachinoj</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215413446</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Since my fathers death, nothing mattered to me anymore”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:12:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Samantha Henry</title>
         <author>henrys4</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215413700</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div> </div><div><br>“One more stab to the heart one more reason to hate. One less reason to live.” (109)</div><div><br>“In this place, it is every man for himself, and you cannot think of others... In this place, there is no such thing as father, brother friend. Each of us lives and dies alone.” (110)</div><div><br>“ From the depth of a mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.” (115)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:12:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author>hunterca</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215413712</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Since my fathers death nothing mattered to me anymore.” pg 111</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:13:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215413808</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tall chimney of the crematorium’s furnace. it no longer impressed us</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:13:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Charlie </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215413888</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“ It no longer mattered”  (113).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:13:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jack Jachino</title>
         <author>jachinoj</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215413970</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:13:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Daniela</title>
         <author>castellanosd</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215414123</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I knew that I was no longer arguing ... with Death that he had already chosen” (105).</div><div>“In this place... Each of us lives and dies alone” (110).</div><div>“My life during that period. It no loner mattered... nothing mattered anymore” (113).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:13:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Iyanna</title>
         <author>greeni3</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215414242</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I no longer thought of my father, or my mother” (111).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:14:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Eric Lancellotti</title>
         <author>lancellottie</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215414402</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Each of us lives and dies alone.  Let me give you good advice: stop giving your ration of bread and soup to your old father.  You cannot help him anymore” (110).<br><br>"No prayers were said over his tomb.  No candle lit in his memory.  His last word had been my name.  He had called out to me and I had not answered” (112).<br><br>"I shall not describe my life during that period.  It no longer mattered.  Since my father’s death, nothing mattered to me anymore” (113).<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:14:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Charlie </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215414455</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“ From the depths of the minor, a corpse was contemplating me” (115).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:14:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author>hunterca</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215414497</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“That is when I remembered that i had a father.” Pg 106</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:14:37 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Myron</title>
         <author>czebiniakm</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215414499</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me(115). </div><div> </div><div>It was only a fraction of a second, but it left me feeling guilty(111). </div><div> </div><div>I could see that he was still breathing - in gasps. I didn’t move(111).<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Elizabeth Evanchick</title>
         <author>evanchicke</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215415203</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Listen to me, kid. Don’t forget that you are in a concentration camp. In this place, it is Everyman for himself, and you can not think of others. Not even your Father. In this place, there is no such thing as a father, brother, friend. Each of us lives and dies alone. Let me give you good advice: stop giving your ration of bread and soup to your old father. You cannot help him anymore” (110). <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:15:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Teddy m </title>
         <author>maloneyt</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215415374</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Hunger was tormenting us; we had not eaten for nearly six days” (114).&nbsp;</div><div>“In this place, it is every man for himself, and you cannot think of others” (110).&nbsp;</div><div>“It no longer mattered. Since my fathers death, nothing mattered to me anymore” (113).&nbsp;</div><div>“I had not seen myself since the ghetto,. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me” (115).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:16:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Asher Silverman</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215416982</link>
         <description><![CDATA[]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 14:19:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Elizabeth Evanchick</title>
         <author>evanchicke</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215484178</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Perhaps he was still breathing. . . . No prayers were said over his tomb. No candle lit in his memory. His last word had been my name. He had called out to me and I had not answered” (112). </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 16:13:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Elizabeth Evanchick</title>
         <author>evanchicke</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215486228</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. That’s all we thought about. No thought of revenge or of parents. Only of bread. And even when we were no longer hungry, not one of us thought of revenge” (115). </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 16:16:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Charlotte DeWeaver</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215575455</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It is every man for himself you cannot think of others. Not even your father."&nbsp;<br>“From the depths of a mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me” (115).<br>“Hunger was tormenting us; we had not eaten for nearly six days” (114).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 19:08:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Asher Silverman</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215629791</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><br><br><br>"He looked at me for a moment and his gaze was distant, other-worldly, the face of a stranger.  It lasted only a moment and then he ran away" (107-108).<br><br>"Listen to me kid. Don't forget that you are in a concentration camp. In this place, it is every man for himself, and you cannot think of others.&nbsp; Not even your own father.&nbsp; In this place, there is no such thing as father, brother, friend.&nbsp; Each of us lives and dies alone" (110).<br><br>"No prayers were said over his tomb.&nbsp; No candle lit in his memory.&nbsp; His last word had been my name.&nbsp; He had called out to me and I had not answered" (112).<br><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-12 21:51:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Liza Gregory</title>
         <author>gregorye2</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215757909</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep” (112).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-13 12:47:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Liza Gregory</title>
         <author>gregorye2</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/darienps/ektky19901da/wish/215758022</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>‘From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me” (115).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-13 12:48:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>William Harper </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div>1.)”I knew that I was no longer arguing with him but with death itself, with death that he had already chosen”(105).<br><br>2.)”In this place, it is every man for himself, and you cannot think of others. Not even your father. In this place there is no such thing as father, brother, friend. Each of us lives and dies alone”(110)<br><br>3.)”From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me(115).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-13 12:51:21 UTC</pubDate>
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