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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
gave
her
a
nod.
'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.
There
was
a
long,
painful
silence.
Her
throat
tightened.
Her
hands
shook.
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