Monday, November 3, 2008

Monologue 1

I don’t like complaining but…it’s just all tht’s goin on is harsh, you know back in the truck from Oklahoma to this country. I saw Granma die and I couldn’t a thing, I looked at her and saw the pain in her heart. She didn’t cry, she just went away, fading like sand in a storm...





JAvier ELizondo

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