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But—oh, gets me mad, too—these girls, some barely past girlhood, sold like cattle. Reminds me o’ “Moolaadé” again—“The knife cuts deep.” Here, it’s not blades but eyes, leering, cutting their spirits. Pisses me off, aye, proper rage. Yet some lasses, they’re crafty—nicking extra coin, running the show. That’s the spark, the bit that surprises me. Thou seest resilience, like flowers in muck.

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Meet our young advocate! Alaina Dixon of Ewarton Primary School, the winner of our Creative Writing Competition in the grade category.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blazin’ through my window on Main St. I’m like, “Great, another hot day.” Ewarton’s known for its heat, but today? It was like the sun was tryin’ to fry me alive. I grab my sketchbook, ready to hit the streets for some inspo.

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