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The truck rumbles past, rolling effortlessly across the long dirt road. Weathered, drawn looking children in a scattered line along the fence, cry out in desperate hope and longing. Thoughts of home and the sweet smell of candles lighting the houses where their mothers would whisper soft nothings into their ears, happy memories of long ago. If only that were the truth. My brow furrows as I try to push back the reality that I will never see my family again. The truck parks awkwardly, wheels turn up dust that disperses in the wind. Jews, broke...
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Bella Nelson was slumped over her desk, gently snoring at the back of the classroom. Her face was concealed by a book she had plastered to her desk, leaving no evidence of her mid-morning nap. As Mrs Webster talked over the grunts of Bella’s snooze, the class was interrupted by an unlikely visitor. Awoken by the noise, Bella sat up sleepily in her chair, leaning her feet against the rim of her desk. As she pulled a jumper over her ripped shirt, she managed to glance through a broken seam and saw the most unexpected person to be walking throu...
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