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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Sulking, out of sight, a woman, watching. A man, sneering, poked, stock of his rifle. What is in here, was standing, harsh voice, don't talk so much.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Caden</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<var>Harsh very poor her voice trailing far away. Motionless very contempt she stood there. I  L<strong><em>OVE PIE</em></strong></var>]]></description>
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         <title>Women recognized, harsh soldiers, the giraffe glanced toward, unfinished whispers, racing toward the giraffe motionless height extended taller trailed poor friend running!  </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>Blake W. Pedro synagogue</div>]]></description>
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         <title>The Giraffe trembled politely silently contempt. He was motionless and stiff. he is good but very poor so he  joined the NAZI&#39;S ARMY.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Aneesh <br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-02-21 16:24:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>By Connor</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The giraffe trembled politely, silently contempt. He was good but very poor, so he joined the Nazis' army. Connor and Aneesh's poem</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-02-21 16:26:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mira and Alexa</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The soldier asked loudly and harsh, "Why are you running?" and Annemarie trembled. Everyone who was watching was motionless, and quickly out of sight. Annemarie answered truthfully, but her sentence unfinished....</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-02-21 16:27:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Why Are You Running?</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>When we were running, it was quite stunning, because a harsh soldier was in our way. When I spoke, it was not a joke so I left my sentence unfinished .One of the soldiers came towards us, so we went forwards.I had to tremble, but Ellen I resemble, so I answered truthfully. Although the soldiers were sneering, I knew they had good hearing, so I quickly darted away.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; -Mitali &amp; Mihika&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Sophia And Emily</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>In a very poor Danish voice the harsh voice asked,<br>why are you running said the soilder without a mask,</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Reagan</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Motionless, she stood there, poor Annemarie with her blowing hair. The soldiers asked, holding there rifle, still sneering. She trembled, the harsh race, the thought of disappearing. Annemarie just wanted to end this moment, at this point she felt like an opponent. <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Mercer</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The soldier sneered, his face glaring at mine.<br>&nbsp;As he spoke poor Danish, Ellen and Kirsti stood motionless behind.<br>&nbsp;I trembled at the sight<br>&nbsp;of the rifle he was holding, wondering, when he would start<br>&nbsp;the scolding.<br>&nbsp;"Why are you running?" he questioned in a booming voice. "Should I answer?" I wonder,<br>&nbsp;I have no choice!&nbsp;<br>"I was racing with my friend," I replied, my voice hoarse.&nbsp;<br>Finally, he stepped aside, and we continued on our course.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Sophia And Emily</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>In a very poor Danish voice the harsh voice asked,&nbsp;<br>why are you running said the solider with out a mask,<br>Trembling and motionless the girls were,<br>with nothing being heard but a cats purr,<br>Looking silently at the soldiers gun,<br>this was definitely truly not fun,<br>walking down the country's path,<br>Kristi was sulking along with her wrath,<br>when the soldiers sneered their question,<br>Annemarie answered truthfully with no suggestion,<br>Annemarie answered with such honesty,<br>hoping the soldiers would have some kind of modesty.<br><br>by Emily and sophia<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Number the Stars Poem By: Arianna C.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Races at Annemarie's school mean a lot to her<br>&nbsp;Soldiers at her school are really cool they could barely speak ourlanguage. When they ask, " Are you a good student?"<br>&nbsp;it is very poor.<br>&nbsp;Sometimes they would race with us&nbsp; too<br>&nbsp;they don't talk that much&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <title>very poor sneering silently motionless running contempt</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div>$@!t DID THIS<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Emily G.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>   A soldier sneering<br>I hear their harsh voices.<br>The other was speaking.<br>Stop all this noise!<br>   A man was standing,<br>in the shadows and out of sight. A woman was watching, her face full of fright.<br>   Kirsten was sulking <br>but I didn't know. Suddenly one soldier poked Ellen's backpack with his rifle.<br>If only the soldiers would let us go.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>JORDAN</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The soldier asked why they were running in a harsh voice, but his Danish was very poor. Annemarie was contempt, as she answered saying politely that she was racing, and her voice started to trail away. as she tried to say less.&nbsp; Not so much talking is better.&nbsp; Ellen was motionless. Kristi was walking slowly far behind.&nbsp; A lady at the door of a shop was watching silently.&nbsp; The soldier was like the giraffe, with a long, stiff neck.&nbsp; He loudly asked what was in her backpack, and she answered truthfully by saying<br>"schoolbooks</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Number the stars Poem By: Hillary, and Gaby</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Soldier<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Very poor, Harsh<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;ask, running, walking motionless, contempt, sulking,&nbsp;noisy&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; German<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>jack </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>as Annemarie's voice trailed off&nbsp;<br>she said to herself,<br>&nbsp;don't talk too much<br>&nbsp;she noticed that the harsh soldiers had very poor Danish.&nbsp;<br>Annemarie was motionless&nbsp;<br>staring&nbsp;<br>at the soldiers long neck.<br>&nbsp; She was scared</div>]]></description>
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         <title>star poem</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>They felt fear, so they knew they were near. His Danish was very poor he sounded like a wild boar. She thought with contempt they knew what Danish meant. She said politely," you need to speak more lightly. Her voice trailed away she knew she was going to pay. She was motionless, and filled with caution. Few knew what the Germans would do to her. She recognized him as the Giraffe with the terrible laugh. She always sees him in the hallways.<br>&nbsp;Pranav, Chatham<br><br></div>]]></description>
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