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      <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:05:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Anakaren &amp; Greg</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotionally: " My father had just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked." pg. 39</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:09:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Julia &amp; Thalia</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Spiritual: "And then, there was no longer any reason for me to fast. I no longer accepted God's silence. As I swallowed my soup, I turned that act into a symbol of rebellion, of protest against Him." Pg. 69<br>Emotional: "Not the shadow of an expression. Defeat." Pg. 69<br>Physical: "His eyes were watery, his face the color of dead leaves." Pg. 107</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:09:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mr. Cummings</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Physical: From&nbsp; the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me.&nbsp;-p. 115</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:09:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ariana, Rosa, Adriana </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotional: "i pray to the God within me for the strength to ask Him the real questions" pg.5  <br> spiritual : "my eyes opened and i was alone terribly alone in a world without God without man without love or mercy i was nothing but ashes now but i felt myself to be stronger than this mighty whom my life had been bound for so long" pg. 68<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:09:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Giovani and Alondra</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>emotionally: "For the first time, I felt anger rising within me. Why should I sanctify his name? The Almighty, the eternal and terrible Master of the Universe, chose to be silent. What was there to thank him for?" pg. 33</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:09:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Luis &amp; Sarah</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>emotional: I did not weep and it pained me that I could not weep. But I was out of tears. And deep inside me, if I could have searched the recesses of my feeble conscience, I might have found something like: Free at last. pg: 112 <br>Physical: Suddenly I broke into a cold sweat, I couldn't feel my leg! Had they amputated it? pg: 79</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:10:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sofia &amp; Andrea</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>physical-<br>"From the depths of the mirror a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes he gazed at me has never left me " pg 115</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:10:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Christian and Aeryal </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotional: "I did not weep, and it pained me that i could not weep." Pg. 112<br>Physical: "From the depths of the mirror,&nbsp; corpse was contemplating me."&nbsp; Pg. 115<br>Spiritually "I no longer accepted God's silence. As i swallowed my ration of soup, I turned that act into a symbol of rebellion, of protest against Him." Pg. 69</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:10:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Nicole &amp; Juan </title>
         <author>nh0978</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotional: " My heart was about to burst there i was face to face with an angel of death." Pg. 34&nbsp;<br>Physical: " My right foot began to swell from the cold. I could not stand on it. I went to the infirmary." Pg. 78<br>Spiritual: " As for me, I ceased to pray. I concurred with Job! I was not denying his existence, but i doubted his absolute justice."  Pg. 45 </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:10:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Anthony and Tomas</title>
         <author>am0286</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/craig_cummings/ipxmozx110u7/wish/172133238</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>spiritually: "Never shall i forget those moments that murdered my GOD and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes"<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:10:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Gilbert &amp; Evelyn</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotional: " Where he is? This is where hanging here from this gallows..." "That night, the soup tasted like corpses"<br>Physical: " I obeyed." I no longer felt anything except the lashes of the whip."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:11:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Joseph and Maria</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotional:The beloved objects that we carried with us place to place were now left behind in the wagon and, with them,finally.our illusions pg.29</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:11:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Miranda &amp; Reyna </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>spiritual: "But further, there was no longer any reason why i should fast. I no longer accepted god's silence" pg: 69<br><br>Spiritual: "The darkness enveloped us. all i could hear was the violin, and it was as if juilek's soul had become his bow. he was playing his life" pg: 95.<br>&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:11:57 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Nicole &amp; Luke</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>*Emotional: “One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live.”&nbsp; CH. 8<br>*Physical: “They are committing the greatest indignity human beings can inflict on one another: telling people who have suffered excruciating pain and loss that their pain and loss were illusions.<br>*Spiritually: ¨The officer came closer and shouted to him to be silent. But my father did not hear. He continued to call me. The officer wielded his club and dealt him a violent blow to the head.¨ CH. 8</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:12:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sofia and Andrea </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotional- " I did not weep, and it pained me that i could not weep. But i was out of tears. And deep inside me, if i could have searched the recesses of my feeble conscience, i might have found something like : free at last!...." pg 112<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:13:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Devon Caudle</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotional: "They passed me by, like beaten dogs, with never a glance in my direction. They must have envied me."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:16:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sofia and Andrea</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotional- " One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live" pg.109</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:18:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sofia &amp; Andrea </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Spiritual<br>"I did not fast. First of all, to please my father who has forbidden me to do so. And then, there was no longer any reason for me to fast.And no longer accepted God's silence. As i swallowed my ration of soup, I turned that act into a symbol of rebellion, of protest against him"&nbsp;pg. 69</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:22:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Giovani and Alondra</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>spiritually: "Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes" pg. 34</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-16 16:23:43 UTC</pubDate>
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