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    I woke up and immediately wanted to go back to bed and stay there all day. I was just so nervous; today was the day I would start high school, and I didn't know if I was ready. Eliza came into the room and smiled. "Feli, honey, you have to get up now. You're going to be late."...
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    I opened the front door and set my bag down by the shoe-rack, calling out “Ciao! I’m home!” as I did so. Eliza came around the corner with a smile on her face. “Hello, Feli!” she greeted happily. “Here, come into the kitchen for a snack.” I followed her into the kitchen, where a...
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    Finally, my last class of the day: Painting. I enjoyed painting very much, and it would be nice to be able to spend time at school doing what I loved. The desks in the room were arranged in a rough circle facing inwards. There were a few places open; I picked one close to the door. Setting my st...
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    “After I ran away, I lived on the streets for a few weeks, using the money to buy food if I needed it. It was pretty hard – I usually slept in old cardboard boxes, and I cried a lot for the first few days. I missed you, Feliciano, but I didn’t want to go back to that house… “Well, then ...
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    The car ride was taking forever. The stoplights, it seemed, believed that red was our favorite color and therefore kept showing it to us whenever we reached one. I sighed a little bit and said, "Nonno, how much longer?" My grandfather twisted in the driver's seat and smiled at me. ...

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