Sarah McKeever Hitt
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Wiggly Dr. Dre in the house.A Story by Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Lords of the underworld.A Story by Sarah McKeever HittAnd by underworld, I mean, mom's basement. |
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A letter.A Story by Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Purple coats, black lining.A Story by Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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I can never know.A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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torturedA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hittthe lack of capitalization and punctuation is not an accident, it makes the poem stripped just like the emotion behind it. |
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BrutalA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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MisconceptionA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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The dancersA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt |
