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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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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotionally: What are you? My God?<br>Mentally: "That's all we thought about. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread."-pg.115<br>Physically:&nbsp;" His body was completely twisted, shriveled up into himself"-pg.88</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Mentally- Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky. -p. 34<br>Emotionally- Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams into ashes. -p. 34<br>Physically-&nbsp; We were withered trees in the heart of the desert. -p. 37</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>emotionally: what are you?my god?<br><br>mentally: never shall i forget the small faces of the children whose bodies i saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky -pg.34<br><br>physically:from the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me -pg.115</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Nathan lamb, Andres V</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Mentally-Never shall i forget the flames that consumed my faith forever pg-34<br>emotionally-what are you, my god? i thought angrily. How do you compare to this stricken mass gathered to affirm to you their faith their anger, their defiance? pg-66<br>physically-i remained more then an hour leaning over him,looking at him, etching his bloody, broken face into my mind pg-112<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:09:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Megan and Jose</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotionally: I stood petrified. What had happened to me? My father had just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked. -p. 39<br>Mentally: That night the soup tasted of corpses. -p.65<br>Emotionally: I saw myself in every stiffened corpse. -p.89</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:10:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Carlos and Felix</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>We were withered trees in the heart of the desert. Pg 37.<br><br>I watched darkness fade through the bluish skylights in the roof. I no longer was afraid. I was overcome by fatigue. Pg 36. <br><br>The instincts of self-preservation, of self-defense, of pride, had all deserted us. Pg 36</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:10:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Gisell Hernandez. Kali Weston</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emotionally: What are You, my God? I thought angrily. How do you compare to this stricken mass gathered to affirm to You their faith, their anger, their defiance? Page 66 <br>Mentally: Then the entire camp, block after block, filed past the hanged boy and stared at his extinguished eyes, the tongue hanging from his gaping mouth.... i remember that on that evening, the soup tasted better than ever...<br>Behind me, I heard the same man asking: "For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where - hanging here from this gallows..." That night, the soup tasted like corpses. Page 62-65<br>Physically: My head was spinning: you are too skinny.... you are too weak.... you are too skinny, you are good for the ovens.... Page 72<br>Spiritually: "Blessed be God's name..." ..... Blessed be God's name? Why, but why would I bless him? Every fiber in me rebelled. Because He caused thousands of children to burn in His mass graves</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:10:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jose V &amp; Jesus</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>¨I did not weep,and it pained me that i could not weep.But I was out of tears .And deep inside of me,if i could have searched the recesses of my feeble conscience,i might have found something like:Free at last!...¨ pg.112</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:10:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jesus,Layla</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>emotionally: what are you?my god?<br><br>mentally: never shall i forget the small faces of the children whose bodies i saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky -pg.34<br><br>physically:from the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me -pg.115<br><br>"I had looked on and said nothing. Yesterday I should have sunk my nails into the criminal's flesh.Had I changed so much then? So quickly?" pg- 39</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:10:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Mentally: Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live-p.34<br>Physically: I kept repeating to myself"Don't think,Don't stop, Run!-p.86<br>Spiritually:Where is god's mercy? Where is god?-p.77</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:10:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Luis and christina</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>emotionally:I did not weep,and it pained me that i could not weep. pg.112<br>physically:&nbsp; his name changed to A-7713 pg.51<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:10:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>gerardo and kade</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>there was nothing else to do but go to to bed pg 21 lie´s dad dies yet he thinks he is free at last. which is true because he doesn´t have to help him anymore so he doesn´t have to be responsible for him anymore either.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:10:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Isabella Welch,Tristun Parr and Leslie V.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Spiritually-"Where is god's mercy? Where's god? How can I Believe,How can anyone believe in this god of mercy?" -pg.77<br>Mentally-" I stood petrified. What had happened to me? My father had just been struck, in front of me,&nbsp; and I had not even blinked. I had watched and kept silent. Only yesterday, I would have dug my nails into this criminals flesh."-pg 39<br>Physically-"How he has aged since last night! His body was completely twisted, shriveled up into himself. His eyes were glazed over, his lips parched, decayed."-pg 88</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:10:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>theron and brandon</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>physically -from the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me pg. 115<br>spiritually- as i swallowed my ration of soup, i turned that act into a symbol of rebellion of protest against him and i nibbled my crust of bread. deep inside me, i felt a great void opening pg.69<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-17 18:11:09 UTC</pubDate>
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