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SnowThere was never any snow where I was living at the time my parents died. I used to spend the mornings with a mug in my hands and my knees wrapped in a blanket, staring out my tiny, smudged window at a dull, frozen wasteland. My father always used to say that snow was the last pure thing on earth. I don’t know why; it fell from the same clouds and sky that the rain did. My aunt called me the one morning I thought I saw flurries. I stared hard out the window for a few moments, searching for the movement I had seen only a moment before. The ringing trilled persistently behind me. Finally, I stood and stretched, put my mug down oSnow
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Oh Captain My Captain-LimerickThere was a young sailor from SpainOh Captain My Captain-Limerick
Who thought she was homely and plain
But much to her surprise
The captain thought her a prize
And she ne’er left his cabin again!
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Jacob's Tale Part IIWhen he woke up, he was lying on a creaky bed in a musty motel room. There were horrible watercolors hanging on the walls and a single drafty window. A lamp stood in one corner, its shade dull and covered in dust. The faucet in the bathroom was rusty and the tiles were covered in mildew. He was also dead. It was something he knew before he opened his eyes. He wondered at the complete and certain silence surrounding him until he realized it was his own. His breathing did not reverberate in his ears; his heart did not thump in his chest. His veins were cold and immobile. For the first time in days, his stomach did not groan with hunger. HJacob's Tale Part II
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Jacob's Tale Part IThe hour was late and the young man still had to walk three miles home. His limbs ached and his head was spinning and he wanted to sit down more than anything, more than a hot meal or a jacket and gloves or anything else his body cried for. A night bus rolled up to the station he was standing in, waiting for the wind to die down. The bus driver shouted over the roar of the engine and the black noise of traffic, but when the young man glanced up hopefully from his worn tennis shoes, the destination was wrong. He shook his head.Jacob's Tale Part I
The driver nodded carelessly and shut the door. The bus roared and lurched forwa
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Baldrick: "What do we do if we step on a mine, captain?"
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