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They can’t make me pack my baseball mitt or my I LOVE DINOSAURS sweatshirt or my cowboy boots.
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Since Hanna Moved Away
by Judith Viorst
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that… 78 more words
Lately it seems like there’s a lot of bad stuff happening in the world. I don’t know about you, but day after day my Facebook and Twitter feeds are full of bad news and almost nothing else—a space that used to be full of puppy videos and exciting updates from my friends both near and far now is filled with anger, hate, and, most strikingly, fear. 824 more words