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I said, lifting the paper. See? My teacher gave me—
Before I could finish, Ariana knocked over her glass. Water spread across the tablecloth, over the silverware, onto the floor.
Oh no! she cried. My dress! I’m soaked!
Chaos exploded. My mother jumped up from her chair.
It’s okay, baby. Don’t cry. Nora, get a towel. Hurry.
I dropped my drawing. It landed continue reading …
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