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One sunny Wednesday, little Eva Dunkins went to the park. After hours of playing hop scotch, she sat on a bench. A bag lay under the bench, with no owner. The bag was a rich red color, with a pretty gold ribbon tied around it. Eva reached o…
As the priest led the prayers, the adults moped, and the children cried, a boy in black stood by a tree. He was a lonely boy, but why had he come? Why hadn't anyone talked to him? What the others did not know was that he was the long lost s…
A good book is like many things. An action book is like a roller coaster, whizzing you from side to side. A mystery is like being a detective, finding all these clues. And a fantasy is like a fairy, grabbing your hand and whisking you into …