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		<title>11317 Jerusalem Plank Road</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[11317 Jerusalem Plank Road
An essay

by Kiyanna Hill

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The humidity rushed toward me as I opened the front door. I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. My mother and I had stayed inside our air-conditioned living room all morning, watching episodes of The Real World. She’d chewed on ice cubes while I played [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Born Again</title>
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An Essay
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When a person is asked to pinpoint a moment when she &#8220;grew up,&#8221; she might remember the first death she experienced, or her first night living alone, or something that happened during her first year away at college. I remember summer camp 2003.
It was a girls&#8217; camp, and along with being [...]]]></description>
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