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"Please open ur books to page 206 class." our 6 grade teacher began But to me, nothing was heard.My name is jane I live in Ireland, I am deph and mute.
I am the yongest of our small family of two. It used to be a big family with brothers, sisters, and many others. Until the patato famon. I was only a small child when it happned. All I can remeber was people saying goodbye, crying, and dying with infants and children in their arms. unfortunatly i was one of those infants, sitting in my mothers arms helpless not knowing that was the last time I would see my her.
- by -Xxi-BiTe-uxX- |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 05/01/2009 |
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- Title: the water whispers to me
- Artist: -Xxi-BiTe-uxX-
- Description: this is about the history of the patato famon in Irealand
- Date: 05/01/2009
- Tags: water whispers
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- -Xxi-BiTe-uxX- - 05/02/2009
- hello i think that the beginig isnt as good as the end..
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