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would come upon the scene presented to him in the center of the square, and he would pause, recognizing a bloodied face. He would know the red leather jacket anywhere, although his own hair no longer matched the golden strands of the corpse’s. He would recognize the boy as Aurélien Durant, a boy who al- ways had to speak his mind. But Inspector Augustin Durant would turn away from the scene, and continue to do his duty.
Later, when the night had come, ower petals would cover the bodies of the young people, as their loved ones mourned the loss of so many bright minds.
It was the rst day of spring.
Three by Jasmine Wiest ‘15
Spring 2015 11
Cars
Poetry by Jack Murray ‘18
The cars we’ve had, there’ve been many Toyotas, Hondas, and Minis too
The one that I’ve loved the most of all Is one that’s known to few
Built in Italy in ‘59
At the factory in Turin
Our little Fiat Multipla, to my face it brings a grin Looks like a little toaster
On 4 such tiny wheels
Wish we hadn’t sold that car
It was the greatest of automobiles.
Drink From Heaven
Poetry by Kevin Pai ‘18
I love Mountain Dew
It is the best vaccine for the u. when I consume the drink
my fears start to shrink.
I love Mountain Dew
I sip it under an old yew.
people say it looks like gross goo I just tell them thats not true.
It is the drink of the cool and it helps me in school I love Mountain Dew Now why can’t you?