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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK

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    I don’t know why I’m telling you this...You probably know everything about it. But, I’m here to set the story straight: the main logistics of it is that I’m not a good person. I’m not the hero you all portray me to be. I’m not. Don’t see me as one. I just happened to be there, that...
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    I. Hunger I hardly ever speak to Grace Oliver, who sits right in front of me in class. I don't know much about her really, but all I can tell you is that you can't trust her. There's just something about her that's peculiar and not quite right. Maybe her smile is too bright and perky, or she cons...
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    His name was Chase, but his friends called him Kennedy. The rest of the world knew him as Blindfold Boy. He admired no one else, but John F. Kennedy. Kennedy was his favorite president; in fact, he was the only president Chase liked. Chase sort of liked Roosevelt. Maybe. But, Kennedy triumphed...
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    Crisp wings pressed tightly against each other, the papery texture rubbing across, beating so fervently like a heart. That’s all I saw when I first saw the butterflies. The wings, paper wings that fluttered in the air like airplanes, tissue wings that crumbled as easily as dust, somehow were wai...
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    Connor stared at the tombstones like he did every morning and waited, never daring for the words to pass through. They spread like disease in his mind, the syllables only bacteria festering between his ears, but he never let them press further, pushing the words farther and farther away into forget....
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