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telo118 [61]
2 years ago
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Need help ASAP!!!

English
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Olenka [21]2 years ago
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The ending of this book cannot change the way that everyone starts going crazy by being on an island for so long alone pretty much would be that they have do crazy things that they’ve never really done before and get out of their comfort zone which makes him go crazy. They start killing each other hunting wild animals and torturing each other. Having A different ending to the story would just make it as if it was just another good story but no it shows the realty off what people can do when they’re crazy. ( might have to flx the grammar but yeah)
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When I was four, I lived with my mother and brothers and sisters in a small town on the island of Luzon. Father’s farm had been destroyed in 1918 by one of our sudden Philippine floods, so several years afterwards we all lived in the town though he preferred living in the country. We had as a next door neighbour a very rich man, whose sons and daughters seldom came out of the house. While we boys and girls played and sang in the sun, his children stayed inside and kept the windows closed. His house was so tall that his children could look in the window of our house and watched us played, or slept, or ate, when there was any food in the house to eat.

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“I don’t need any lawyer, Judge,” he said.

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