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to be so mean about it. Emma looked at the tray. The green Jell-O cube was untouched. So was the chicken and the mashed potatoes. She peeked through the crack in the door. Inside, an old man was sitting up in bed. He was thin with a shock of white hair that stuck up in every direction. His face was a map of deep wrinkles, and his eyes were a fierce,continue reading …
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