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'Miah and I
by Francine DuBois

We looked in the fridge only to see real butter, rum raisin Haagen-Daas, and Diet Coke. That Haagen-Daas was my pride and joy, so extravagant and luxurious, it made me feel rich and smell like a vagrant. The dusty berry walls of the kitchen fading away into the darkness of my bare living room.

We may have had no real food, but we knew our youth was all we needed--we were both hungry and had a lot of faith in the system.

Mommy and Daddy would take us out.

Based on Jewel's similarly awful "Dionne & I" (http://members.tripod.com/~onions12/poems.html)

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