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One day, after the members of New Religion had finished their breakfast, Mark, their manager, came to visit. He said, "I have some exciting news. A band from Portland has heard about you, and they want to collaborate on a new album with you." Carl asked, "Portland, Oregon or Massachusetts?" Mark replied, "Oregon." Paul asked, "Which band is it?" Mark said, "They're called The Devil Wants Peace." Lola said, "Oh, I've heard about those guys. I have their album, Out of the Dark Ages." Erin asked, "How did they find out about us?" Mark said, "Apparently, their bassist stumbled across one of your música videos. He looked up some information and learned that you're among the few modern rock bands, if not only, who refuses to use auto-tune. He was very impressed, so he asked the manager to contact me." Carl asked, "Are the members of this band nice?" Mark said, "I don't know, but I spoke with their manager, Lenny, and he was very nice." Lola said, "I can't wait to meet them. It's our first time collaborating with another band, and it's a band that has been around for nearly thirty years." The seguinte day, the members of The Devil Wants Peace arrived in Oak Ridge. After everything was at their hotel, Carl gave them directions to the neighborhood. Erin, Paul, Carl, and Lola came out of their house to see the members of The Devil Wants Peace arrive. John was the first to speak. He said, "My name's John. I'm the lead vocalist and guitarist." Allen said, "I'm Allen, and I play rhythm guitar." Peter said, "I'm Peter, and I play bass." Stan said, "And I'm Stan, and I play drums." Erin said, "It's nice to meet you all. I'm Erin, and I am the lead singer and guitarist." Paul said, "I'm Paul, and I play violão, guitarra as well." Carl said, "I'm Carl, the drummer." Lola said, "And I'm Lola, the bassist." John said, "It's certainly nice to meet all of you." Carl asked, "Where are you from originally?" Erin said, "That's a good question. I noticed Peter speaks with a bit of an accent." John said, "Well, Peter is from Liverpool, England originally. Allen is from Huntington, California. Stan is from Montauk, New York." Erin asked, "What about you, John?" He said, "I'm from Devil's Garden, North Carolina." Erin said, "No way! My mates and I are from Pine Grove." John said, "Pine Grove was six miles away from where I grew up, until that unusual F2 tornado hit. Now it's eight miles." Erin and John laughed. Paul said, "Okay, before the two of you realize you're actually long-lost cousins, let's go inside." Everyone agreed. Lola said, "I think now would be a good time to start dinner." John said, "I'll be happy to fix dinner." Erin said, "John, you're a guest. It's not right for the guest to fix dinner." He smiled and said, "At least let me help. It's the least that I can do to return the favor." Lola started dinner, and John helped. As the eight musicians ate dinner, Carl said, "You certainly know your way around the kitchen, John." John said, "That's very nice of you to say so." Lola said, "It's the truth. You did an excellent job on the pork loin. I always burn it." He said, "I'll show you how to not burn it sometime." She said, "Thanks, John." After dinner, Erin asked, "Did your mother teach you how to cook, John?" He said, "My mother never taught me anything, except what NOT to do to people." She said, "I'm sorry, John." He said, "It's all right. My grandmother taught me how to cook. She also taught me basic morals." Paul asked, "Where is your grandmother now?" John said, "She passed away when I started high school." Lola said, "I'm sorry to hear that." After the cozinha was cleaned, Paul decided to let his dogs, Yukon and Nunavut, as well as the band's mascot, Fritz, outside. The cachorros ran up to John and tackled him to the floor. They began licking his face. He laughed out loud. Paul said, "Get off of him." The cachorros ran to Paul. John got up, still laughing. Paul said, "I'm sorry about that." John said, "No, it's all right. I amor dogs." Paul asked, "Do you have any?" John said, "I used to, but I don't now." Before they left for the hotel, the members of The Devil Wants Peace and the members of New Religion discussed a time they would meet in the recording studio the seguinte day.

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The summer of 2014 was perhaps one of the most touching summers in the eighteen years of my life. I decided that it was time for me to admit to Glenn that I used to practice self-harm. I said, "Glenn, I think it's time you know the truth about my scars." He asked, "What's the truth?" I said, "Before we met, I was a constant target for bullying." He said, "I know you've been bullied, but I don't think you told me the details." I said, "Well, the bullies would often abuse me verbally and physically. To cope, I would take a pocket knife, and I cut." This made Glenn cry. He said, "I'm so sorry....
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The seventh grade had good and bad points. In the beginning of the year, Glenn, Joann, and I were heading to our first class. Suddenly, a boy our age ran into Glenn, and both of them fell to the floor. "Bloody hell!" Glenn exclaimed. "Slow down!" The other boy said, "Oh, I'm so sorry about that." He sounded as if he was out of breath. Glenn suddenly became concerned and asked, "Are you all right?" The other boy said, "I'm trying to get away from them." A group of bullies started coming in our direction. Glenn got up. He asked, "What are we going to do, Autumn?" I said, "I don't know." Joann...
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It was January, and the school ano picked back up. Glenn was still on crutches, but he was doing better. At one point, we saw some bullies picking on the new kid. Glenn said, "Come on. Let's get those bullies away from her." I said, "Good idea! I can't just stand and watch someone get bullied." The poor girl was already in the floor. The bullies were ready to beat her. Glenn said to the bullies, "Back off! I've got crutches, and I'm not afraid to use them!" The bullies backed away. I helped the girl to her feet. "Are you okay?" I asked. She said, "Yeah. Thanks for standing up for me." I said,...
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Some time passed, and Glenn and I were becoming close friends. One day, we had a bad dia at school. The dia started out fine, but it ended badly. During the last class of the day, one of my classmates started insulting me. Glenn said to her, "You're lucky that boys can't hit girls. If they could, you'd be the first one I'd hit." She said, "But girls can hit boys." He said, "Go ahead. Hit me." She punched him in the mouth. I saw a tooth fly across the room. Glenn put his finger where the tooth was supposed to be. He saw some blood and fainted. I was really scared. Up until then, I had never...
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It was September 25, 2011. It was a Sunday afternoon. I was outside, soaking up crisp air. Just then, I noticed some people were moving into the house across the street. We were getting new neighbors. I noticed there was a kid about my age at the house. I decided to go over and introduce myself. I calmly walked over to him. I said, "Hi, there. I'm Autumn. It's nice to meet you." He said, "Hi. I'm Glenn. It's nice to meet you, too." I noticed he had an English accent. I said, "Great accent!" He said, "Thank you. I'm from Liverpool, England." I said, "Like the Beatles?!" He said, "Yeah, like...
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After weeks of getting bullied, I was beginning to lose hope. I really needed a way to cope with my sadness. I looked at my Siberian Husky, Diesel, and said, "I wish you could talk. You could tell me what to do." He could make noises that sounded like he was talking, but he couldn't talk like a person. One day, I saw a pocket knife, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I made some cuts on my leg. It really hurt, but the pain gave me something to focus on other than how lonely I was. It made me forget about all the bullying....for a brief period. I kept doing it. I later heard a song by...
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I thought that fourth grade would be good. I thought that when I switched school districts, I would have friends for once. Boy, was I wrong! Fourth grade was one of the worst school years for me. My teacher was the meanest, most hateful human being on the planet. She never hurt me physically, but she was very verbally abusive. One day, during a math lesson, I got a pergunta wrong. She took her ruler, pointed it at me, and said, "Class, at the end of this ruler is an idiot." I felt hurt, but I didn't lose it. "Which end?" I sneered. She said, "You damn bitch! Show some respect when you talk...
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All too soon, I started school. I was actually pretty eager to start. I thought I would make some friends. Instead, I was bullied. When I was five years old, my aunt noticed that I was lonely. She decided to get a cachorro, filhote de cachorro to keep me company. She found a local breeder selling Siberian Husky puppies. She took me there to meet the puppies. They were all so cute. I couldn't choose one. I never did, because ONE cachorro, filhote de cachorro chose me. He had rust red and white pele, peles and piercing blue eyes. The breeder said, "I think he likes you." We took him home, and I named him Diesel, after one of the cachorros from the movie,...
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I am proud to say that I have a few good friends. They have been so good to me. They see past my scars. Unfortunately, my life wasn't always this good. This is my story. I was born in 1999. When my mother was pregnant with me, she learned that she had cancer. She refused treatment and chose to have me instead. She wanted me to have an opportunity to see the world, to grow and to learn and make friends. When I was born, I turned out to be exceptionally healthy. I was told my mother's last words to my father were "Promise me you'll take care of our little girl." He smiled and said, "I promise."...
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posted by Peaceandlove67
Before I begin, I'd like to thank 80smusiclover1 for the inspiration.

1. I am generally optimistic, but I wasn't always like that. I had a little help from my friends, especially RocknRollSoul60.

2. When I'm feeling really happy, I tend to start sentences with "dude" and end them with "man." For example, "Dude, I just got a discount on that Beatles CD, man."

3. My least favorito color is pink. I don't dislike pink, but I'm not crazy about it. You'll never see me wearing a rosa, -de-rosa t-shirt.

4. I rarely wear long sleeves. Sometimes I'll wear a sweater over one. I typically wear a leather jaqueta in the...
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Despite the fact that Louise was kicked out the the hate group, she still had the attitude of one. My parents had to go out of town for a weekend. At one point, Louise began beating me. She then left the house. I packed up some things and went to Gavin's house. Gavin answered the door. I said, "Gavin, I just came to say goodbye." He looked at me curiously and asked, "Where are you going?" I said, "I'm running away." He became wide-eyed. He said, "Please don't run away! That will only end in disaster. You might get hurt or worse!" I said, "It doesn't matter." He said, "Quinn, it does matter....
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As the months passed, the hate group began to hate Louise, and she was kicked out. I found it rather amusing. I said, "It's pretty embarrassing when a hate group you like hates you." She became pale with embarrassment. "What's wrong, Louise?" I said without much sympathy. "You're looking quite pale." She glared at me. "Yeah," Gavin said, "your face is starting to match the cliffs of Dover." I fell on the ground laughing. Louise said, "You suck, Gavin!" He said, "Hey, I'm not the one who beats the hell out of my sibling. Do you think you're trying to make her holy or something?" I continued...
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The seguinte morning, I woke up to a wonderful smell. Gavin's mother was cooking breakfast. She insisted that I stay for breakfast, so I took the kind offer. I thanked Gavin and his family for their kindness and went on my way. Gavin insisted on walking with me, so I said, "Okay. It won't be so lonely that way." Along the way, we ran into my parents. My mother said, "Quinn, we've been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been?" I explained everything. My father thanked Gavin for helping me out. They then worked it out that Gavin's house would be my seguro place if my parents would not be home....
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