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(Before reading this chapter, you may want to read a description of the project here.) It is Tuesday. Tuesday is when he comes to see her. She has opened the front door, leaving only the glass storm door between her anticipation and his arrival. When he comes, she knows he will not knock. He will…
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I have wanted to be a writer for nearly all my life. In fifth grade, I had a hardback notebook full of beautiful lined paper with a white wolf on the cover. I wrote poems in it when I couldn’t sleep. In middle school, I filled notebooks with pieces of stories that I never finished…
