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Student Notebook: When the Lights Are Out
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By William Breault, 18 Monroe High School The wind was bitterly cold, like an ice cube being held against any part of exposed skin. That night, it was particularly annoying, stinging the nape of Ryan's neck. It was only a block away, he knew, but it felt like miles before he would open the door to his apartment.

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