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“IF DEATH IS KIND”Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white. We will come down at night to these resounding beaches And the long gentle thunder of the sea, Here for a single hour in the wide starlight We shall be happy, for the dead are free. By SARA TEASDALE I found Dusty and Scott in the backyard looking out at the woods. I just stood there watching them for a while. Wondering if they are plotting my death. Then I had to ask myself did they help with the killing of my mother and father, even though it was their own children that was killed. “Scott,” I yell. He turns around and looks at me. “Yes, Kenzie. Can I help you with
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