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My running shoes melt and body feels scorching heat: my hair burns my head. Small cramps in my stomach and blisters on my feet torment me. I want to stop running; I would rather collapse and cry. However, I know that I can’t stop. If I stop this moment, the long distance that I have endured and
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It was early in the morning in November 1994. It must have been cold, because I remember white steam of breath coming out of Mom's pale-blue lips. Holding my small, frozen hand, Mom was leading me to an elementary school it was to be the first day of my school life. Walking on a crowded street fi
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