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by Lauren H.
Nebraska, KUON
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A crack of sunlight peered through my case. I slowly opened one eye. Questions stirred through my mind: Who was I? Where was I? What was I? Well, whatever I was, I just had to get out of this case. I squiggled and squabbled and squirmed until POP!
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