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A miraculous larva
At that moment, Carla, she said to herself: “Ah-ha, the problem no is the chemicals, the problem is the sample that is different!” .At that moment, Carla, called Roberto and told him to leave immediately to the faculty.
In the laboratory, Carla and Roberto did the tests with the previous samples, and the results were positive. They both looked each other in the face, full of expectations and a lot of joy.
After several investigations and tests, they realized that the active substance for the realization of the medicine, was generated when the chemical elements of the plant, joined an enzyme that produced the butterfly larva.
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To You Who Spun Lies
"You! You killed him, wench! I know you did!", she shrieked, her face contorted with grief and fury.
"Mamá, please stop. She didn't do anything wrong...", Lyndon pleaded as he restrained his mother.
Like a mad creature, she continued to thrash about as if she were on the brink of losing her sanity. She tried to fight against the restraints of her sons, but after a few minutes of trying, she slumped down on the floor in resignation and wept soundlessly.
Even if she was terrified, the pale girl watched the woman with great sympathy, and she bit her lips to stop a sob from escaping her lips.
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Dreams between the lines
Thomas noticed very different and unsubtle changes to those he had realised. One friend, who dreamed of promotion in his job, was suddenly fired. Another acquaintance, who longed for a better car, was soon involved in a road accident with his old car. The balance between the dream world and the real world seemed to be in jeopardy and he felt guilty. He soon decided that he had to do something about it, and he looked for that manuscript again, hoping to read something there that would turn the whole mess around. He read and read on, until he could read no more, when suddenly....
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Little queen without crown
"But it's just a little dress and some new shoes,” I tried to take away the monetary value of everything, ‘I swear to you that I will never again in my life ask her for anything,’ I promised and swore. But my parents were very humble and could not, even if they wanted to, give me that luxury.
However, when my parents told my teachers that I could not be the queen because we did not have the money for that expense, my teachers agreed and collaborated with each other: one got a cape, the other got a dress, the other got the center. Since they didn't get a crown, my teacher asked Jessica if I could borrow hers. I don't know how that transaction went, but in the end they also lent me the crown.
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THE FORCE
Bryan pushed through the doors into a room void of anything. It was totally empty save for a caution line drawn eight feet’s away from where Bryan stood.
“Isn’t it incredible that something not visible to the naked eye could occupy so much space?”
There were windows in this room but they were shut. Bryan walked further in and stretched his hand to the back of the line, a low thrumming sound filled the room as his hand made contact with what seemed like glass but then it dissolved, ripples forming just beneath Bryan’s palm as his hand sunk in. The low thrum stopped, but Bryan’s eyes were still on fire.
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A lapse in my memory
We entered a small room with pictures on the walls. I went over to look at them. In one of them was Rodrigo, younger, with a black shepherd dog with a white spot on her forehead. She was looking at the camera with one blue and one brown eye.
I froze.
Memories of ten years ago came to my mind, as if it were a movie. It was Christmas, and my thirteen-year-old brother Luis was running down the stairs as usual. We were waiting at the table to eat. Luna, my shepherd dog was running after him and in a few seconds we saw my brother stumble and roll to the bottom. The frightened bitch hid behind the stairs. We all screamed in desperation, and now I understand, there was Rodrigo, he was the first one to approach my brother's body, but there was nothing to do, he was dead.
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