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      <title>Contents of a Dead Man&#39;s Pocket Predictions by Broo H</title>
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      <description>What do you predict will happen at the end of this short story? QUOTE AN EXAMPLE of foreshadowing from the story to support your prediction. (ex. &quot;But as usual the window wouldn&#39;t budge.&quot;)</description>
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      <pubDate>2016-08-25 20:50:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Shelby Greene</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It occurred to him irrelevantly that his death on the sidewalk below would be an eternal mystery; the window closes--- why, how, and from where could he have fallen? No one would be able to identify his body for a time, either-- the thought was somehow unbearable and increased his fear."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:03:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:03:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Brett Morgan,</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>A fraction of his mind knew he was going to fall, and he began taking rapid blind steps with no</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:14:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Brett Morgan,</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121906239</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>A fraction of his mind knew he was going to fall, and he began taking rapid blind steps with no feeling of what he was doing, alon</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:15:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Brett Morgan,</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121906618</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>A fraction of his mind knew he was going to fall, and he began taking rapid blind steps with no feeling of what he was doing, sidling with a clumsy desperate swiftness, fingers scrabbling along the brick, almost hopelessly resigned to the sudden backward pull and swift motion outward and down.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:15:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mykah Webb&amp;nbsp;</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121908504</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"And it might not: he could feel that too-- feel his fist striking&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:19:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mykah Webb&amp;nbsp;</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121908549</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"And it might not: he could feel that too-- feel his fist striking this &nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:20:04 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mykah Webb&amp;nbsp;</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121908664</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"And it might not: he could feel that too-- feel his fist striking this glass and being instantaneously &nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:20:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mykah Webb </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121908678</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"And it might not: he could feel that too-- feel his fist striking this glass and being instantaneously flung back by the unbreaking pane, feel the fingers of his other hand breaking loose, nails scraping along the casing as he fell."  </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:20:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bradey Adkins </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121909582</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Know this time that he would not bring it down until he struck. His elbow protruding over Lexington Avenue far below, the fingers of his hand pressed down bloodlessly tight against the narrow stripping, he waited, feeling the sick tenseness and terrible excitement building."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:22:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Carlei Douglas</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121910300</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"During one slow step he tried keeping his eyes closed; it made him feel safer, shutting him off a little from the fearful reality of where he was."&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:23:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Madison Hughes</title>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:29:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Payton Carr</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121913513</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"But he could feel the terrible strength of the pent-up horror on just the other side of the flimsy barrier he had erected in his mind; and he knew if it broke through he would lose this thin artificial control of his body."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:30:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Zach Rodgers</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121914493</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Contents of the dead man's pocket, he thought, one sheet of paper bearing penciled notations--incomprehensible."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:33:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Madison Hughes</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121915295</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Quite realistically, he knew that he would fall; no one could stay out here on this ledge for four hours."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:34:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Nicole Scott</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/121915879</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"But in the security and relief of his new position, he simply smiled; with only a sheet of glass between him and the room just before him, it was not possible that there wasn't a way past it."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-06 18:35:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Adam Keeling</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122416951</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"As the door opening narrowed, the current of warm air from the hallway, channeled through this smaller opening now, suddenly rushed past him with accelerated force. Behind him he heard the slap of the window curtains against the wall and the sound of paper fluttering from his desk, and he had to push to close the door." </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:23:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Eric Stark</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122417103</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>¨His right foot smashed into his left anklebone; he staggered sideways, began falling and the claw of his hand cracked against glass and wood, slid down it and his fingertips were pressed hard puttyless edging of his window.¨</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:23:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Travis Harper</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122418136</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He could see Clare opening the front door, withdrawing her key from the lock, closing the door behind her, and then glancing up to see him crouched on the other side of the window. He could see her rush across the room, face astounded and frightened, and hear himself shouting instructions: "Never mind how I got here! Just open the wind-" She couldn't open it, he remembered"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:25:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>M</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122418351</link>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:25:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jacob warden</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122418360</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>He took a half dollar from his pocket and struck it against the pane but without ant hope that the glass would break and with very little&nbsp; disappointment when it did not.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:25:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Thomas Bell</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122418463</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>He ran across the room, grasped the bottom edge of the window and tugged, staring through the glass.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:26:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mason Greene</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122418507</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He had a sudden mental picture mental picture of his apartment on just the other side of this wall--- warm, cheerful, incredibly spacious. And then saw himself striding trough it, lying down on the floor on his back, arms spread wide, reveling in its unbelievable security.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:26:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>but if the glass did not break the rebound would topple him off</title>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:26:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Emily Petersen</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122419344</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"In the back of his mind he knew he'd better hurry and get this over with before he thought too much, and at the window he didn't allow himself to hesitate."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:27:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Madison Young</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122419938</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He simply did not permit himself to look down, though the compulsion to do so never left him; nor did he allow himself to actually think."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:29:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>jon hembrey</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122420066</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>" He could hear the buttons of his jacket scraping steadily along the rough bricks and feel them catch momentarily,tugging a little , at each mortared crack"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:29:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Madelynne Allen &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A fraction of his mind knew he was going to fall, and he began taking rapid steps with no feeling of what he was doing, sliding with a clumsy desperate swiftness, fingers scrabbling along the brick, almost to the sudden hopelessly resigned to the sudden backward pull and swift outward and down.&amp;nbsp;</title>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:31:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Brandon Clausen</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122426236</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>" In the back of his mind he knew he'd better hurry and get this over with before he thought too much, and at the window he didn't allow himself to hesitate."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 13:42:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122541941</link>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 17:47:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>samuel hilborn</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/122550261</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>with a clumsy desperate swiftness, fingers scrabbling along the brick, almost hopelessly resigned to the sudden backward pull and swift motion outward and down.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-08 18:04:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;In the back of his mind he knew he&#39;d better hurry and get this over with before he thought too much, and at the window he didn&#39;t allow himself to hesitate&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>-Shawna Needham</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-14 14:23:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Katie Hickmon</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/brookehensley77/p6d63itt6wrs/wish/123867692</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"But just the same, and he couldn't escape the thought, this and other independent projects, some already done and others planned for the future, would gradually mark him out from the score of other young men in his company"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-14 17:47:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Nicole Scott</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Hot in here," he muttered to himself.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-14 17:49:13 UTC</pubDate>
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