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      <title>First lines: Character vs. Conflict  by Laura Desena</title>
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      <description> or Considerations of Exposition and Rising Action</description>
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      <pubDate>2017-10-17 12:19:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Setting/Exposition</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>My room was a dark navy blue, records lining the shelves along the wall and my record player blasting the Ramones. I was sketching in my book when Lilah walked in and flopped on to my bed, rubbing her eyes and curling up under her favorite blanket. I turned down the music and went up to lay down next to her. "What's on your mind?"<br><strong>Conflict<br></strong>"Dad has been gone eight years this Friday, Lilah. I miss him so much I don't even know how to breathe." My dad died when I was ten years old, just two weeks after my birthday. Everything about me has parts of him in it. "Oh my god it's that long already? I miss him too Alex. I'll be with you on Friday, I promise."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:05:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Settings</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>There was an eerie presence in the room. It felt as though someone was going to reach out and touch me.<br>--Dylan&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:05:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Character.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>His presence was louder than an entire orchestra in tiny room. Never would I have imagined something so suave to  be so rough around the edges, then again, I'm wrong more often than not.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:05:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Megan H- Exposition</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The soft sound of jazz played over the speakers in the small cafe, finally I was alone.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:08:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Setting.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Fluorescent lights beamed "cafe".. and while the room flooded with imitation sunlight, I burnt the entire roof of my mouth peering at a familiar stranger. "Probably my dreams" I dismiss.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:09:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Megan H- Conflict</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/204502881</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The door of my bedroom creaked open, there he was, and I was terrified.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:09:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Exposition</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/204503198</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>It was a typical abnormal day.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:10:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>exposition</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/204503396</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>He was&nbsp;forced to be comfortable and okay with many things these past few months, or at least act like he was.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:10:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Time and time again, the words passed through his mind, " one may never know the truth until tested by oneself".</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:10:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The crack of his bones on the cold wet asphalt radiated throughout the  entire length of the highway.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:11:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I realized the only thing that stood between me and the door, was fear. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:13:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict</title>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:13:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/204504790</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>All black outfits were typical in urban-esque neighborhood, but, for a particular reason, this one spray painted "trouble" on my impressions. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:13:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>exposition</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/204504793</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Mother floated around the house checking every corner to make sure that we packed everything.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:13:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/204504925</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The sound of the beating drums aligned with the sound of my beating heart as I took another step closer to the guillotine. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:13:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Exposition</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/204505922</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Daytime birds began to snooze while the owls took over the nighttime watch. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-07 18:15:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Exposition</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/206370483</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It's been too long" -D'Urbano</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:29:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict ml</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/206371393</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Her feet were glued to the ground [and] her breath caught in her throat. (Anon)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:30:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict First line- Megan H</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/206371404</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>I felt as though someone was trying to reach out and touch me<br>-Dylan Kane</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:30:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Exposition - Anonymous </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/206371792</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>A flash and it's gone</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:31:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict First Line</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/206372082</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I thought I saw you through a window pane" (Lennon Davis).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:32:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Exposition - Dylan  </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/206372742</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The wispy, winter winds howl against the window. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:33:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Opening</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/206373679</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Food for thought; the youth being lead to believe they should behave as adults whilst stile being treated as the latter.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:34:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/206373921</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>At fourteen years old, life had not even happened yet, nevertheless the only thing I was capable of, was to stare at it as it vanished. (Anonymous)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:34:57 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>conflict</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/206374018</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The feeling forced it's way into her body, settling in her blood, drying like concrete</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:35:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Conflict</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/laura_desena/w7lu76wrt6vi/wish/206376062</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"We are nothing to him other than a toy"<br>-Hubbard</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:38:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>conflict </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Like a flame fading, any consideration of hope had ultimately withdrawn. (Anonymous) </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-13 17:38:58 UTC</pubDate>
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