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And so we stood there in the kitchen, my mother and I, facing off over everything that had built up since June,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
A light was on in the kitchen. His mother sat at the kitchen table, as still as a statue. Her hands were… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
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