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Blog Post #72: The Bluff

Gaye steered into a parking lot and then screeched beside a van. She threw her station wagon into ‘park’, kicked

I snatched an oil-scented wool cap off the dashboard, yanked it over my ears, and stomped the gas pedal—engine bellowing,

Across a room, a light shined beneath a bedroom door, and head on a pillow, Gloria gazed at it. Suddenly,

Jaelyn peeked into a classroom door window, saw Mrs. Mayor writing on a chalkboard, and, bit-by-bit, turned a doorknob. She

Maye gazed through mist and throughout a pond. No water laid in it, only sticks which stood shoulder high. She