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January 7, 2010
Toy sword in hand, I ran through the grass. I had to get there first. My sword would keep everyone out of my way. I reached the stand. No one there. I grabbed the snow cone. It was cold like an icicle and purple like a grape. And still purple when it fell into the grass.

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ajibike This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 22, 2010 at 10:25 pm
Any feedback would be sublime. The words required for the piece were grape, icicle, and sword.
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