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      <description>Read the last page of the first chapter of Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five. We will create a first and last line to a scene or story on Padlet. Then, fill in an entry on the timeline between the two to complete our story.

From Slaughterhouse Five
By Kurt Vonnegut

People aren&#39;t supposed to look back. I&#39;m certainly not going to do it anymore. 

I’ve finished my war book now. The next one I write is going to be fun. 

This one is a failure, and had to be, since it was written by a pillar of salt. It begins 
like this: 

Listen: 
Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time. 

It ends like this: 
Poo-tee-weet? 
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      <pubDate>2021-04-14 15:24:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>My brother has been kicking around Gannon's Boat Graveyard for more than an hour, too embarrassed that he doesn't see ghosts.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 16:07:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Last Line</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/claytonbradshaw/ypuuhwp9zl15d8dd/wish/1417210855</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div> I can't tell the living from the dead. It's all just blurry light, light smeared like some celestial fingerprint all over the rocks and the reef and the sunken garbage. Olivia could be anywhere.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 16:07:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Second Line</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>He keeps trying find me, looking in the strangest of nooks and crannies, but he always comes up empty handed.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:36:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>next line</title>
         <author>gracehartfield</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This all started when he and our sister went to the graveyard looking for my grave. When they found it she commented on the fact there was some sort of whisp around it.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:37:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>next line </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/claytonbradshaw/ypuuhwp9zl15d8dd/wish/1418254594</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>I wasn't there when they came to visit me last time, so she was confused. Would they be able to see me and know i was reaching out?</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:40:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>next</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Letting go of the distinct possibility that it was just a trick of the light, they walked closer. Something different perfumed the air- instead of the normal scent of earth and ash, it smelled sweet. Like that one vanilla perfume i used to wear before we all went to church on Sundays.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:41:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>next</title>
         <author>gracehartfield</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/claytonbradshaw/ypuuhwp9zl15d8dd/wish/1418263934</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>as they got closer the scent got strong and i got closer at least to my sister. My brother swore up and down everything was normal. Why couldn't he see me?</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:42:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>next line </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/claytonbradshaw/ypuuhwp9zl15d8dd/wish/1418266883</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>I couldn't do this anymore. I didn't want to scare them. I told them they needed to leave. My sister said something to my brother and he looked at her like she was crazy. What have I done?</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:43:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>next</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It had been so long since I'd heard their voices, and yet the last time all those years ago still feels so real. I just wanted that again. they always said my laugh sounded just like our mother's. Part of me wanted to push them away, but in that moment all I wanted to be with them just a little bit longer.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:45:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>next</title>
         <author>gracehartfield</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/claytonbradshaw/ypuuhwp9zl15d8dd/wish/1418278374</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>My sister kept walking to the grave almost in a trance. My brother's voice calling out to her slowly got quieter as mine got louder. she stood in front of the grave and reached out a hand hoping to have someone reach back. When i went to grab her hand i touched the grave. I was gone. I was teleported to somewhere white and misty. Somewhere familiar.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:46:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>next</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>My sister paused as if deep in her thought. Our brother looked worry. Oh no had i done something to make her worry. I just wanted them to see me. I never intended to harm them.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:50:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>next line </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/claytonbradshaw/ypuuhwp9zl15d8dd/wish/1418293347</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>she asked my brother if he had seen a whisp but he hadn't. She just shrugged it off thinking that she was just imagining things &nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:50:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>next line</title>
         <author>gracehartfield</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/claytonbradshaw/ypuuhwp9zl15d8dd/wish/1418298036</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>He was always a textbook skeptic. If science didn't say anything about it he didn't believe in it. That all changed though, because even he can't deny what happened that day.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-14 19:51:50 UTC</pubDate>
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