Goodbye

By now you might know that I am a senior and will be graduating and leaving high school to continue my education at college.  My classes at Kickapoo will be ending on May 6.  It has been a little stressful, a bit sad, but I am ready to move on with my life and become more independent. I am happy to say that I am looking into studying literature and live theater.  This summer I am going to travel to California and also be part of two musicals. I will be really busy over the summer and when I go back to school I know there will be no free time so I will probably not be able to write anymore. I am sorry to say that but it was nice talking to you. I hope you enjoyed talking to me, and have an amazing summer.
From
Erin

This is...

This is an old family photo,
that was took at Silver Dollar city
when they still had tin type prints.

This a man whose family was complete,
but he recently dealt with the lost of his dad,
and he knew he would never smoke by his children.
He would later reveal his depression and anxiety,
that would hold everyone back.

This is a mother,
who held our hands
and took us to the library every week.
She made sure we were happy,
and didn't think of her own happiness.

This is the oldest child,
who would grow up,
and separate from our family,
leaving us behind,
and joining a "better" family.

This is the only boy,
who played soccer
and any other sport.
The smarted in the family
but the only one to drop classes,
but not the only child who had an attitude problem.

This is the spectator,
who sees everything happening before her.
She wants to help her family become a family once again
but knows that it is impossible to take back things other has said.
Depression used to rain over her
because she knew the fact that her family of five,
had slowly turned into a family of three.

Photo Questions

My dad is the one who takes the photos, in fact he is really the only one who even touches the camera and of course he is also the one who is never in the photos.  Our photos are in our albums that are located in our downstairs guest bedroom, on the top self of a desk.  We have our school photos in a picture frame that shows the progression of every school year that is located in the hallway. All of the family photos are important to me because it reminds me of a happier time, when I didn't know of the drama that my sibling were going to create. My favorite photo is the one of my grandpa and me.  It was just after I was born and he was holding me in the hospital, that is the only photo that I have of him and me because he died when I was only 3.  I wish I had more photos of him and me and a photo of my best friend and me when we were babies together.

Iconic Photos

New York after power failure.

Authors Note/meeting the required word length: This would be the time to be in New York because of the rare occurrence of being in this place without lights. I really wonder how people reacted to this and exactly what cause the power outage. Well, here is what I think would have happened...

The city was filled with lights that distracted cab drivers but they grew used to it.  The tourist were the ones that were in aw of the lights.  Each building was covered by big screens that showed the news or advertisements for the next big thing.  The screens showed the weather and Broadway musicals that amazed those who saw the show.  Tourist would look up at the sky, gasping at the screens, all of their focus on them.   The day that the the power failure, the tourist were not the only ones looking at the sky.  The New York city residents thoughts that the world was ending and that this was a sign from God.  But the tourist didn't think anything of it, they thought it might be a regular occurrence, that they did not know about. They were wrong, and the citizens panicked.

Flea Market Photo

She always had a stern look on her face, my sister and I assume that it was her resting face, the face that she was most comfortable with.  She often glared at us through her glasses, sometimes when she was severally disappointing she would look at us through the bottom of her glasses, showing more of an irritated look.  Today she gave me the look of irritation as I looked into her eyes trying to hold back tears.  I knew that my sister was in the other room listening into our mother daughter conversation and that she was growing worried each time I  raised my voice.  This was a normal event in our household, me yelling at my mother, and I often ranted about it to my sister once mother would send me up to my room.
"I don't understand, why you fight against me so often," she spat through her teeth, making a snake noise with every s she said, making me even more irritated.
"Because you don't listen to me, you discipline me before you know what even happened, you assume, I did wrong." I yell back, there is no point of being calm anymore, I am past the point of calming down.
"If you believe that then I can't do anything to reverse you opinions." she stated calmly which made me even more angry.
"Fine, fine. Never mind." I stormed out of the room and up the stairs before she could even have the chance to respond. I passed my sister before I found my bedroom door, and she had tears in her eyes as she tried to reach out to comfort me.  I shoved pass and without touching the door I slammed it, not giving my mother the satisfaction of thinking she won this fight.
I paced my bedroom, as I passed things that were a couple feet away they flew across the room as I passed by them.  Even more frustrated than before, I begin to pace faster screaming random word for the whole world to hear.  Who cares if everyone in our neighborhood hears me, it will prove that I exist.
I started to think over our fight, and how mother never would hear me out.  Often times I had to retreat up to my room to let my emotions out so that I wouldn't send her precious furniture across the room. Our fights consisted of me yelling at her, telling her that I wanted to see what the outside world was like. She didn't trust me and my power and I honestly didn't even trust myself but I wanted to be around other people than my mother and misunderstanding sister.
I walked over to my window as I heard some of my furniture crash against my wall. If I wanted the crashing to stop I had to calm myself down, so I looked out my barred window, hoping for peace but instead I found a ax that was resting in our stump of wood.  I focused all my attention, and anger on the ax and then it started to levitate towards my barred window.  I quickly opened the window, reaching my arm as far out as I could with the bars stopping me, the wood handle of the ax, fell into my hand and I withdrew my arm from outside.  I could feel my anger pump through my veins as items flew across the room. Walking through the chaos with my weapon in hand, heading towards the door that leads to my mother.

Chinese Friends

I met Zoe, a senior who seem around our age, and Lang, a husband who had one daughter.  Zoe seemed to understand English easier than Lang and she would often talk to him in Chinese to help with the confusion, but Lang would constantly look up words on his phone.  Zoe told us that there was no activities like sports, theatre, or any after school activities, she said that at her school they would start class at 6:30 and end around 5, they would then have a break where they would go home and have dinner and come back to school to study until 10.  She said that she would have loved to have gone to school here where she could have free time and have a dedicated hobby.  I told her about being in theatre and that I have been part of 5 shows, soon to be 6 and she was amazed by that.  I also talked to her about my family, and how I love reading, which she too loved.  Lang however did not talk a lot. We tried to show them around the majority of the school and they seemed to be interested in band, choir, orchestra, and theatre.  For choir I showed them our robes and our practice rooms and Honeycutt was in the room to show them the orchestra room, in which they plucked some of the cello strings.  In the theater, I showed them the classroom, the view of the stage from the audience, the workshop, the loft, and a view from backstage.  Zoe seemed really interested in this and started asking me if she could see the show when it is done.  She was amazed when I showed them the new theater being built. They asked a lot of questions about what happens after school, in which I told them that some people stay and practice for sports or other activities, and they were surprised that people could just leave once school was done. I already knew how hard the school system is in China but meeting someone who had to go through that process just made it seem more realistic.  If we had more time I would have loved to show them the library and the science classrooms.  I would have enjoyed hearing about more of a life in China and the types of architecture and popular nature parts of the country.

Photo Hunt

Someone who makes me smile

Cassie is way too random and she isn't afraid to ask me questions that most people would find too personal. This has helped us become better friends faster and anytime I'm around her she makes me smile. #Cassieforpresident.

Someone who has taught me something

Well, the teacher that I believe taught me the most is Mrs. Butcher, and she is no longer here.  She taught me that I am smart enough to take honors classes and that I need to put myself out there more, this helped me a lot sophomore year, to gain more confidence. #bringbutcherback

Someone you'd like to be more like

Hannah and I have grown up together, our moms knew each other when they were pregnant with us, so her house is basically a second home.  Hannah is such a positive person and she is such a joy to be around.  When the conversations take a nasty turn she knows how to bring them back to the light side.  She has helped me become a better person without her even knowing that she is. #dontleavefortruman

something quintessentially American

When I think of America, my mind goes straight to the fact that we love sports.  This is really hard for someone like myself that does not enjoy sitting watching someone play, but I do enjoy playing myself.  As a child, I played in multiple different sports and get dragged to many of my brothers games as well as professional games, and I did not enjoy that. #feelingunamerican

something square

I like typing more than I do writing, I am a faster typer and I hate how my handwriting looks when I write fast, big and unledgable, so when I have a million thoughts in my head I find it easier to type. #usuallyhatetechnology 

something round

I always seem to sit down on these seats the wrong way, so that I have to pull my legs over the bar.  These tables will always bring back the memory of a crowded room and construction workers.  I am sad that they took away the outside area, that was my one time during the school day to get a fresh breath of air and it really helped me calm my mind. #wantthefreshairback

interseting angle

I find these hanging plants to be an odd consept.  You don't really get to see the plant, if it is not growing over, you only get to see the pot. Well, hopefully you have an interesting flower pot. #letshaveseethroughflowerpots

something handwritten

This is the Senior Ladies wall in the girls dressing room of the theatre.  Some of the seniors haven't signed their name on the wall yet, Cassie, but hopefully they will remember. #cassiedontforget

something from nature

Sadly, most of my classes don't have a window, so when there is a class with a window, I find myself looking out it and missing important information.  Even if I am just watching birds or rain, I find it so entertaining. #outdoorclassroom

somthing that looks like a face but really isn't

When I was a kid, I always used to wonder why the face of this was so sad or shocked, and honestly I still wonder that. #nevergrowingup

something a little kid might notice

someone drew a Toothless on the wall of the girls dressing room, it seemed to just appear overnight and at that time I was spending everyday in that room trying to figure out designs, when I got frustrated I started talking to it, it didn't respond. #awildtoothless

something that brings back memories

Oh my goodness, this is probably one of the most stressful things I have ever done.  I was in charge of makeup for lion king jr, and lets just say I was in over my head, but it turned out okay, no one got an eye poked out and now I have an amazing memory and the feeling that I can do something as long as I work hard. #workwork

something that irritates me

The fact that we are getting a new theater and I am unable to preform or work in it kinda makes me want to fail a class so I can stay for another year. #dontwannagrowup

something beautiful

I love the time of year when it can still be winter like weather but then flowers start blooming. I love the weather of winter but I adore nature during the summer, this is a nice middle ground. #winterflowers

something that will always remind you of being at KHS

I am so happy that I got involved in theatre but I regret not being part of it sooner, this is a place that has felt like a comfort zone and a place I can go to hang out after school. #homeiswherethetheateris

Dan in Real Life

Dan in Real Life

1. I think all parents need advice, but maybe not from another parent.  Maybe from a really mature teen, which might be hard to find.  I think the main problem is that a lot has changed from when the parents were teen and their children being teens right now.  My mom always tells me about technology, the pressure with grades, extra curricular activities are more of a important thing for teens now, and the fact that depression and anxiety is more present. I find that my parents do not know how to deal with this or how to talk about it without them not understanding me.  This is the cause of most of our problems and I feel like if there was someone who would just tell them about the pressure then they would understand me more.

3. I might consider writing for a news paper but it would not be an advice article.  Instead it might be a short story with the next chapter printed in next weeks newspaper.  I might have looked at this a few years ago but now the newspaper is dying and it will probably no longer be printed but maybe posted on a online source.

4. I believe in the beginning that Dan wants his children to do the right thing and have good morals but as the movie progresses he starts to do things that he is telling his children not to do.  Such as speeding, falling in love quickly and not paying attention to family.  He starts to have the saying of, "do as I say, not as I do."  Which is hypercritical.  This is not fair because if you enforce rules then you yourself should follow these rules too.  When a parent says that you are not allowed to have a snack after school and they come home from work and eats chips that teaches kids that it is okay to be hypercritical.  So when those children become parents they will most likely do the same thing to their children.  Parents need to go by the rules that they set for their children and follow them themselves.   Because after all, don't parents set rules to make sure that their children and safe and healthy, so shouldn't they follow those rules themselves. 

11. I recently babysat two boys, both in elementary school.  They seemed to like me because of the fact that I would play their games and jumped on the trampoline with them.  Before it got dark, we went inside and starting playing hide and seek.  I was often the last to be found and when they did find me they would always say 'wow, your good at this.'  But the truth is that I was often hiding in plan sight and they would just skim the room.  I had to start whistling to help them find me because I could hear them calling for me to come out.  The spot that took them the longest for them to find me was under a blanket in the middle of the living room.  I heard them walk into that room at least 3 times and still not be able to find me.

Culture Swap: What would You Do?

Dear Casie and Arin
     We just recently watched the What Would You Do? and Wife Swap. We watched the same videos as you guys did so I will just tell you what I think of this television shows and how it portrays Americans.
    I will start out with What Would You Do? I would like to say that when we see someone in need we would stop and help, but I honestly do not think most Americans would stop to help.  We are raised to believe in minding our own business but then make exceptions when we see someone in need.  The problem with this is that a lot of Americans are racist.  I am not saying all Americans just some.  You can see this with this show when there is a Muslim woman with a flat tire.  When she did not have her head covering on more people helped her out but when she wore something that showed her religion, people started to ignore her.  I mostly blame this on the fact that 9/11 was quiet recent and America still has issues with that part of the world.  I have to admit that I find myself sometimes being a little racist.  I think most of that is coming from the fact that I was raised in a place where most of the populate is white and few are black or other races.  When I find myself being even slightly racist, I tend to get mad at myself.  Racist is something that our parents might be but my generation, I hope, has grown out of that.  It is sometimes hard because we were raised around racist people and we know it is wrong.
     Moving onto Wife Swap.  I just need to say that I hate this show.  I remember it being on when I was a child and I always found it odd that there was no Husband Swap.  I am big on equality between women and men but this show just frustrates me.  I do not see the show as an innocent way to show the different types of Americans but a way of showing that women are objects are can be traded out.  Now, that might seem a little harsh but I hate the thought of it.
   Well, that got a little more deep than I thought it would, I hope you enjoy the shows and please tell me what you think of them.  And don't worry about having different opinions than me, I accept that people have different beliefs and I will not force you to believe what I believe.
Your Friend,
Erin

Movie Quotes

Love Never Dies

Pirates of the Caribbean (I love any quotes from this movie)

Pocahontas

Dead poets Society 

"Reel" Life

I honestly have no clue what my favorite movie is.  I have multiple movies that I love but I have to be in a certain mood to watch them.  If I had to choose it would probably be Les Miserables, I know no surprise.  I love that movie so much just because well its a musical and because of the dynamics and the emotions that are in it.  I kinda know all the words to all the songs and when I am watching it, I sing along without even knowing.  The only problem that I have with this movie is that it is so long so I do not get to watch it as much as I wish.  

I usually do not go for the stupid comedy, I just cannot laugh at that stuff.  Most of the time I laugh at peoples facial expressions and witty things people say.  

Anytime I watch a movie, I always have to have a blanket and my water bottle, which means that I usually get up 50 times to go to the bathroom during the movie. I might have something to snack on but it isn't necessary.

The top two results that I got from the quiz that was posted was the information-seeking and socialization. The information-seeking means that I like to watch movie that I learn from, which can be true.  but for the most part I am the socialization. This is extremely true for me.  Most of the time when I watch movies I watch it with a group of friends and that is when I find a lot of the movies I enjoy.

Forgotten Station

     The man whipped off the sweat off his brow, after a long day in the summer heat.  He had worked hard to keep his business in good shape, but again, he did not have any costumers that day.  He took a deep breath and wondered over to the edge of his cement patch, where his gas station ended and the field begin.  This was one of the reasons he never had costumers.  His business was in the middle of nowhere, no one ever came out here, it was a deserted town and he had only stayed because he could not stand leaving his childhood behind.  Everywhere he looked was familiar and he would never have to worry about getting lost.  Friendly smiles greeted him at every turn and he felt wanted in his small slice of the world.   But he could no longer afford to live here.  He used up his entire life savings to live in his hometown but now he knew he could not stay.  He had to take in the view of his field and the trees while he had the chance to see that freedom.  He would miss it, it would become part a desire of his to come back here and show his grandchildren where he lived.  He thought of all the wonderful memories of his life time in this town, but then his mind wandered to the bills sitting on the kitchen table.  At that moment his teenagers ran outside with a old beat up soccer ball in there hands as they shoved each other back in forth.  They ran out to the field to play soccer for their entertainment of their evening, because they had to sell the television to pay the bills.  The kids had given up so many opportunities in their childhood because they could not pay for it.  So, he would give up his hometown and move somewhere where they could make more of a living and had the comforts of home.  He had decided what he was going to do and he had to do it before his determination ran out.

Window

A cement path leads to the backyard,

To the left the vegetable garden and someone bushes are against the house.

Today the grass is trimmed but still has the brown dead color.

When I usually look out there is a bunny sometimes hiding in the divot of the yard.

The sun comes down at the horizon peaking through the trees.

The road buzzing with cars on a distant road brings back memories 

I see my childhood in this yard and the thought of adventure.

Artist Portfolio

Love is in the air

Or at least with a little help it is

Some suggest that cupid is responsible for couple's "happily ever after"

But it is really by chance that two people meet and fall in love

After all there is love at first sight

But that is all wrong

If people did fall in love at first sight it would be for looks,

Not personality.

But how should I know,

I am just a high school student.

Hear no evil,

Speak no evil,

See no evil,

we try and avoid all evil by blocking it out

but does that really work?

Evil is still present in the world,

But we are oblivious to it.

So why do we try to hear no evil,

or speak no evil,

or even see no evil? 

Artist Profile: Keith Harings

Born on May 4, 1958 in his hometown of Reading, Pennsylvania.  His father was Allen Haring and mother Joan Haring.  Keith Haring had 3 younger sisters that he grew up with.  Keith ended up studying commercial arts at Pittsburgh's Ivy School of Professional arts but he dropped out. Keith found inspiration in graffiti and began making his own graffiti on subways with chalk that attracted a lot of attention. He was part of social activist and alive during major historical events like: moon landing, gay rights movement, Nixon Scandal and Bloody Sunday.  Some of his most famous art is "Radiant Baby," "Crack is Wack," and "Andy Mouse."  Keith struggled with his sexuality and AIDS.  He ended up dying on February 16, 1990 from AIDS.

Sarah Stockstill's Floral Life

     My mom is an amazing painter. We have at least five of her paintings hanging up in our house and one of her drawings.  I love her style because it is a bunch of landscapes and beautiful  sunsets. She even did a paper mosaic of Jesus but then someone stole it, she talks about it often because it is one of the things that she is most proud of.  When she was out of college she stopped painting and started to focus on her career and having a family.  She would paint every once and awhile, most of the times it was simple stuff, like painting the walls of our bedroom with a border across the room.  At our old house my room had carousel horses around the top of the walls and our kitchen had flowers that grew out of our baseboard.  That's the one thing that I remember about my old house and it is the thing that I probably miss the most.  But when I was in middle school my mom decided that she was not going to pay 100 bucks for a painting that she could make herself.  Now that painting is hanging above our TV and almost any new guest in our house comments on it.  She hasn't painted anything new sense then but I have been trying to get her to start again.  I will pull up photos on my phone and ask her if she can paint it, she always says yes but she would have to find the time. I hope that eventually she can find the time to someday wonder back to something she is amazing at. 

The flowers blended

but barely noticeable 

still living on

Slice

     I am an invisible man.  When I walk on the streets, no one seems to notice me.  I have become used to this idea and started to embrace it but everything took a turn for the worst on July 15. I was walking on Elm street when a rag was grasped over my face, covering my nose and mouth.  I had no clue what was happening but I knew that I had to make it stop before anything bad came from it.  I tried to yell and kick but that's when the scent from the rag kicked in and my body went limp from it.
     I do not know what happened but I woke up and found myself in a van with blacked out windows.  Panic started to fill my body again and I tried to climb over and start the van but nothing happened, there was not even a sound of the engine trying to work.  I slammed my body against the door with my hand working on the handle, trying to get it to open but it failed.  The thought of the back door came to my mind and I raced back to where I rest before to find that I could open the door.  The light from outside blinded me and right before I was about to jump out of the car, I noticed that the tail end of the van was at the edge of a cliff.  Quickly, I backed back up into the shelter of the van.  Confusion, panic and the pang of thirst all filled my head.
     I started to scratch at the walls of the van and pounding my fist on the floor board along with the seats. My last punch was on the drivers side seat, I had given up and began to hit my head repeatedly on the seat behind me.  The sound of metal rubbing against metal occurred every time I hit my head.  I slammed my head against the seat once more to make sure I was not imagining things when the metal sound happened again.  I looked under the seat to find an open pocket knife jammed in between the seat and the floor.  I quickly reached under the seat and tried to free the knife but just ended up cutting myself.  I retracted my hand seeing blood pool at the tip of my pointer finger.  I switched hands and put my left arm underneath the seat and successfully freed the weapon.
     With my confidence upgraded because of my new knife, I opened the back of the van for the light to fill the inside of my prison.  I stuck my head out the back with my knife safe in my pocket.  There was a ledge to the right of the van and if I could hang on to the van and find my footing on the other side I would be free. I tried just that and succeeded, with ease.  I began to run, trying to hear for a near highway but there was no sound, just the crunching of leaves that I stepped on.  I paused, trying to find my way when the crunching sound continued but I was not walking.  I turned around to find a man with a wide grin on his face.  He was wearing a police hat and a purple shirt.  I made eye contact with him and registered that he was not here to help me but to hurt me.  I started to back up as I took our my knife in my pocket.  I opened it up so the blade was pointing at him.  I was ready to strike when he gave me a questionable look.  I did not want to get anywhere close to this man so I threw the knife at his heart. The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off.

Famous First and Last Lines

"I am an invisible man"

The Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison (1952)

Wrote by Ralph Ellison (March 1, 1914-April 16, 1994) his book The Invisible Man won the National Book Award in 1953.

This book takes place in the South and says that black men were reduced to fighting against animals, and are seen as trophies at a Communist rally.

This book seems interesting but the summary that I read did not tell me much of the plot.  This would not be at the top of my to read list but it might make it onto the list.

"The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off."

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller (1961)

Joseph Heller (March 1, 1923-December 12, 1999) was the son of a poor Jewish family from Russia and grew up loving writing. At the age of 19 he joined the United States Army Air Corps.

This book is about a Colonel who keeps raising the amount of flights the men must complete to end their service.  The main character decides to fly in a dangerous situation and is considered insane.

I have seen this book on many "Classic Books You Must Read" list.  I have considered reading it and the plot sounds interesting.  I might not get to reading this book because there are so many other classic books that have been on my list for awhile now.

Magazine and the Future

• Some interesting things that I found all connected to my previous work with Kickapoo Theater Tech class making the program.  I found it interesting that I was not the only one that struggled to get the advertisements that people bought and also that I didn't over complicate it because of my nonexistent knowledge of what I was doing.  It was also informative that they have school teachers write some of there articles.
• How many drafts do they go through for each magazine?
• I would love to work for playbill.com.  It is more of a virtual magazine but it has all to do with Broadway, which everyone knows I love. The job that I actually see myself doing though is being a High School English teacher,  I feel like Mrs. Fraser and Mrs. Butcher gave me a clear understanding of what I want to be as a teacher and these people have gave me more confidence that I can accomplish my teaching goal.
• In one year I see myself still living at home to save money and going to school at OTC and hopefully I will still have a close relationship with my friend who is going to Truman.
• In 5 years I know I will be out of my parents house, and hopefully I will have a job in the career I want to peruse. I honestly do not care about having a husband or boyfriend as long as I am happy and have a pet.  
• In 10 years, I want to have my own house and have my dept payed off.  I do not want to have any kids of my own (I don't like the process of child birth, it freaks me out, don't ask) but I want to adopt kids.
• In 50 years I will be 68,  I will probably be retired or close to retiring.  I want to have something to do in my retirement and have some passion that will keep me "okay" in the head.  I honestly do no care about how my future goes, just as long as I am happy.

Lost in The Sky

The Capital was depressing.  The sky knew it, that is why it constantly rained.  The people with their umbrellas, that I passed by on the streets, did not look up from the wet pavement to say a simple hello.  They kept their gaze on the ground to watch out for puddles or sidewalk trash.  They never noticed the shivering dogs under the awnings or the store windows that were filled with color and light.  I was the only one on the streets that did not carry an umbrella.  I enjoyed the rain, it seemed to bring freedom from the standards of society and it cleansed me when I felt the steady patting on my skin.  It seemed like I was the only one to find happiness in something that was a pain in everyone else days.  

The people were always gloomy.  Like they did not know how to enjoy the simple things in life.  They did not know how to live life to the fullest and laugh at the bad things in life.  

Maybe that is why I like rain.  It was something that most people found irritating but when I had a bad day rain was the best thing.  Anytime I found myself upset, I wanted to go outside on the roof of my apartment and lay on the pavement while watching the water fall from the sky.  It was a claiming method,  I knew that the rain would not do anything for me physically but mentally it washed away all of my worries and regrets,  it was a way of me letting go of the past and become a better person.  I found love in something that most people hated, and it always made me feel renewed.

Note: This is my Newspaper-inspired piece from an article that was named "Lost in the Sky Above Tokyo"

Six Word Poems

Hold your breath, and blindly leap.

Blackout

Bloodshot eyes work at killing his childish throne

bestowed from truth and order. 

Destroy, slaughter, lesser creatures.

Favorite Quotations

Hamilton the Musical

Victor Hugo

Johnny Depp

Captain Jack Sparrow

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