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"Enough snow. Don't want to immobilize the city, do we?"
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"What about the King?" Mat demanded. "If this Barthanes is a Darkfriend, the King will help us."
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

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Tommy and I couldn't quite believe that was the end of it. We neither of us stood up, and anyway, there was no sign of anyone helping Miss Emily out of her wheelchair. I wondered for a moment if she was going to try and get up by herself, but she remained still, leaning forward as before, listening intently. Then Tommy said: "So there's definitely nothing. No deferral, nothing like that."
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"So, what you're saying, Miss," Tommy said, "is that everything we did, all the lessons, everything. It was all about what you just told us? There was nothing more to it than that?"
"I can see," Miss Emily said, "that it might look as though you were simply pawns in a game. It can certainly be looked at like that. But think of it. You were lucky pawns. There was a certain climate and now it's gone. You have to accept that sometimes that's how things happen in this world. People's opinions, their feelings, they go one way, then the other. It just so happens you grew up at a certain point in this process."
"It might be just some trend that came and went," I said. "But for us, it's our life."
"Yes, that's true. But think of it. You were better off than many who came before you. And who knows what those who come after you will have to face. I'm sorry, students, but I must leave you now. George! George!"
There had been a lot of noise out in the hallway, and perhaps this had stopped George from hearing, because there was no response. Tommy asked suddenly: "Is that why Miss Lucy left,coach outlet canada?"
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Sunday, December 30, 2012

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The fat kid coughed. Mr. World looked up.
"Excuse me? Mister World?"
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After a while Mr. World said, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

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Monday, December 17, 2012

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