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&l t;/span>　　&l t;span lang="EN-US">The poem I wrote for the Edison Roetry Festival was about my dad. I had a good feeling about sharing how special he was to me, even if it was just with the fifth grade and Mrs. Baker.
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&l t;/span>　　&l t;span lang="EN-US">I had just started the third< /span> running shoes< /span> when I noticed Mrs. Baker was glaring furiously at me. I stopped in the middle of a word and waited for her to say something.
&l t;/span>　　&l t;/span>“Linda, you are supposed to be reading an original work, a poem you made up yourself, not reciting something you learned. That is called plagiarism!”
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It seemed funny to me, she walked out of my life without ugg outlet< ;/span>, is that irony, or am I thinking of something else? In a way I was glad they were still here, she would have to come back for them, right? I mean how could she go on with the rest of her life without her shoes? But she's not coming back, I know she isn't, she would rather walk barefoot over glass than have to see me again. But Christ she left all of her shoes! All of them, every sneaker, buy uggs, every high heel and clog, every flip-flop. What do I do? Do I leave them here, or bag them up and throw

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