
The Grand Finale- Julia Cury ’19
The curtains were closed. The sound of the audience’s chatter resounded in Nicholas’s mind, synchronizing with the beat of his blood pounding through his ears. He knew they…
The curtains were closed. The sound of the audience’s chatter resounded in Nicholas’s mind, synchronizing with the beat of his blood pounding through his ears. He knew they…
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath…
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