A Color I Can Call my Own.

by Alessandra Navori

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I Can Call My own
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Thank
You!

Thought Bubble

My friends, my family
This Book is
dedicated to:

I am forever grateful for them sticking
and Mrs. Harris
by me through this writing
process.
Once upon a time, there was a special box of pencils. They all stepped outside of their box and examined the new world around them. 

Suddenly, every single pencil turned their attention to a rainbowed colored pencil. They all sent him weird gazes, making him look down, embarrassed.

The colored pencil walked away sad and lonely, while the regular pencils all chatted with each other.

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