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[Panel of Charlie and Nick staring at each other]
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“We didn’t always live on Mango Street. Before that we lived on Loomis on the third floor, and before that we lived on Keeler. Before Keelier it was Paulina, and before that I can’t remember. But what I remember most is moving a lot. Each time it seemed there’d be more of us. By the time we got to Mango Street we were six—Mama, Papa, Carolos, Kiki, my sister Nenny and me.”
The House on Mango Street ~ Sandra Cisneros
“Alex approached Black Elm as if she were sidling up to a wild animal, cautious in her walk up the long, curving driveway, careful not to show her fear. How many times had she made this walk? But today was different.”
from Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo
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“The summer is made for stoop-sitting
and since it’s the last week before school starts,
Harlem is opening its eyes to September.”
The Poet X ~ Elizabeth Acevedo
“Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.
In the book it said: “Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewin it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion.”
~First Lines of The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
"Far away from here, following the Jade River, there was once a black mountain that cut into the sky like a jagged piece of rough metal. The villagers called it Fruitless Mountain because nothing grew on it and birds and animals did not rest there."
"Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death."
"When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim's warmth but finding only the rough canvas of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping."