The Breadwinner Trilogy

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Parvana sighed in the smooth, warm sand. She thought of many ways to boil the water, flowing around her feet. It gave her a chill, reminding her of her father. Father always said, "Think of water as oxygen. Could you breath in it?" She always thought it was weird. She got up, grabbed the bucket beside her and walked towards the tank. She placed the bucket down, and grabbed the hose. She turned the hose's lock around, making water flow frantically out. She turned it the opposite way, turning it off. She saw a Taliban, in the corner of her eye. She saw a stick in his gloved hands, and so she speed-walked away. She ran up the stairs, as part of it trembled. She burst threw the small door, and slammed it shut. She gasped, forgetting to pick up the bucket! She started panicking, but a million lightweights flew over her head. She grabbed a fishing rod, and ran to the window, glued unstably onto the wall.

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