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I think about a good speech is about the first video I watch because they say that just do what ever you think not what the others tells you and there was a word I liked to when they said it and it was how ever you look is the best not how does the others say that's why I chose the first video.<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259468950301901725.post-73969876893386768282017-05-01T11:08:00.000-07:002017-05-01T11:08:13.336-07:00Book club <b><i><u>Today I'm going to talk about a book this book club I felt that it's going to be a boring book club but when we started to do the book club at the first day it was so weird but at the next I felt that it was the most good thing because like there lot of us don't like to talk when we have a conversation so maybe this book club is going to help other so they can do with us a conversation.</u></i></b><br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259468950301901725.post-29442535277360222152017-04-28T11:31:00.000-07:002017-04-28T11:31:08.178-07:00The loug haul <b><i><u>This book is called the loung haul it by Jeff Kinney the genre of this book is fiction</u></i></b><br />
<b><i><u>And this book is a about: <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "nimbus sans l" , "arial" , "liberation sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">After summer vacation starts, Greg's</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "nimbus sans l" , "arial" , "liberation sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> mother Susan announces that the family is going on a road trip. At a cheap low-end motel that night, Greg and Rodrick decide to go to the pool, but find that there is no water in it. There is a hot tub nearby, but it is occupied by a family and they cannot convince the family to let them use it. They return to their room to find that the rest of the family has fallen asleep, taking up the bed. Rodrick proceeds to make a bed for himself out of sofa cushions leaving Greg to sleep in the closet. He falls asleep for a few minutes before being woken up by kids who were playing with a cleaning cart. Greg yells at them for causing a commotion, making the smallest kid cry and call for his father, who nearly gets Greg. Greg nicknames the family the "Beardos".</span></u></i></b><br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259468950301901725.post-88120064193769198742017-04-19T10:09:00.000-07:002017-04-19T10:09:38.357-07:00Butterfly project<b><i><u>ILLNESS </u></i></b><br />
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<b><i><u>The book i read is called Moo and its by Sharon creech and the genre of this book is a poem this book is about <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">This uplifting </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">New York Times</span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> bestseller reminds us that if weβre open to new experiences, life is full of surprises.</span></u></i></b><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 12px; vertical-align: baseline;">
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