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Grandma Was Right – Chapter 8

The next day, Barbie found out from Gerald Edwards that Kelly was staying at Jenny’s for three days while her parents were out of town. “Goodbye mom,” Barbie called, as she walked in the door after talking to Gerald.

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Grandma Was Right – Chapter 6

Barbie had just gotten back from the mountains when the trouble started again. She kept getting letters in the mail. They were from Kelly, of course. This is just one:

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Grandma Was Right – Chapter 5

It was the last day of school and all of the kids got yearbooks. They were supposed to come a week before that but they were late. Everybody was signing yearbooks. But Barbie was so excited about going on their … Continue reading

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Grandma Was Right – Chapter 4

Ah! Saturday at last. Barbie thought it would never come. She wanted to go to the park, but she remembered the last time, so she decided not to go. Instead she called Cindy, her best friend.

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Grandma Was Right – Chapter 2

Barbie dreaded school that morning. She wondered how many people Kelly had told about the incident in the park. Ann had gotten a phone call from Kelly’s mother. Kelly’s mother said that Kelly had a big bruise on her stomach.

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Grandma Was Right – Introduction

What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, And everything nice, That’s what little girls are made of.

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The Little Red Hen

One bright, sunny morning in Colombia, The Little Red Hen was scratching for seed in the dirt outside her front door. By and by she came across some marijuana seeds. “Far out!” exclaimed The Little Red Hen. She gathered the … Continue reading

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