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Long, curly, black hair-- better than mine.  Dark brown eyes, but-- we look alike.    Book after book-- time flies by. We don't read the same, but-- we think alike.
Screaming. Shouting. Yelling.  So loud. For so long. Until your throat goes hoarse.    After all that noise, you look around  look around to see if anyone. Anyone. Is running forward to help, 
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