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      <description>Suffering</description>
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      <pubDate>2018-03-20 15:12:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pg. 16</title>
         <author>eswhite01</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/eswhite01/hzylkusv8j4w/wish/244599614</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The days and nights blended together until I lost count of them. One time the train shuttered to a stop, but the doors stayed closed. Would they leave us here, in this locked up stinking car, until we died?"&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-03-21 15:52:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pg. 38</title>
         <author>eswhite01</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/eswhite01/hzylkusv8j4w/wish/244600582</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The cook stepped over to the lone Russian pot and slopped some of its contents into my bowl using a separate ladle. I looked down at the murky brown mess and my eyes filled with tears. 'Could I at least have some pudding?' 'We don't waste precious food on subhumans.' she said. 'Go sit now.'"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-03-21 15:54:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pg. 24</title>
         <author>eswhite01</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/eswhite01/hzylkusv8j4w/wish/244601932</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"'Get up.' His quiet voice was more terrifying than he shouts of the policemen. I stumbled to my feet, pulling Marika up with me. 'Take your arms off that girl.' 'I cannot do that because -.' The whip snapped. I felt a jolt of pain on my cheek, a warm trickle of blood on my face. The shock of pain loosened my grip in Marika and she slumped back to the cold ground. The officer towered over her. 'Stand up.' Marika lay still."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-03-21 15:56:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pg. 178</title>
         <author>eswhite01</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>How I hated that man who came each day and took away the cartridges and brought us our slop. But then one day he didn't come. Or the next day. Now that he wasn't showing up, I was aware of his absence. He was our only link to the outside. We had made all the cartridges that we could but we ran out of gunpowder and cylinders. There were so many cartridges that they filled the  box and we had to stack the overflow on the table, but they kept rolling off. We had no food. My body had become so used to living on our meager diet, but to survive on nothing was not possible. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-17 15:40:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pg. 179</title>
         <author>eswhite01</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Now my feet stank from their open wounds and my knees buckled when I tried to stand. I lay on my lice-infested mat and waited to die, hoping that somehow my sister would live. I lost all track of time. The floor shook. Bits of stone crumbled from the earthen wall and hit me on the cheek. A bomb? Was this how I would finally die? I turned my face to the wall and closed my eyes.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-17 15:53:53 UTC</pubDate>
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