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La Última Palabra
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On
the
day
of
the
event,
Maya
waited
behind
the
stage,
poem
in
hand.
Her
hands
were
cold.
Her
face
was
hot.
Ms.
Alvarez
smiled.
"You've
got
this."
Maya
walked
onto
stage.
The
room
was
huge.
Students,
teachers,
parents.
She
looked
at
them.
A
hundred
faces
looked
back
at
her.
So
many
eyes.
So
many
people.
Jo
was
there
too,
sitting
front
row.
She
gave
a
tiny
thumbs-up.
Maya
raised
the
paper.
She
opened
her
mouth…
and
nothing
came
out.
Her
throat
was
dry.
Her
hands
shook.
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