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A New preson on the team A New Preson On the Team
In a room Sabrae is throwing stuff ever where. "WHERE IS IT?!!!!!?!!!!" Yelled Sabrae. "Your bag is over here, Sabrae" said a 13 year old girl with blond hair in pony tails and in a Red t-shirt and black pants and is holding. Sabrae's Bag "You found it!!!!!" Sabrae said running over to the girl. Sabrae toke her bag. "Thank you for finding it Claire!" Sabrae said cheerfully. "Your welcome" Replied Claire. Sabrae hugged Claire. "Stop hugging me please" said Claire. Sabrae stopped hugging Claire. "
Well I'm ready to go when you are" said Sabrae. "Then let's go!" Claire said cheerfully. Sabrae opened the door of the room. Sabrae and Claire run out of the room down a hall to an elevator. "Which floor?" asked Sabrae. "The first floor please" answered Claire. Sabrae pushed
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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