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by Arwa Alhamdani Where are we going? What will we eat? Who will we talk to? What will we do?…
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LGB's student-run newspaper
by Arwa Alhamdani Where are we going? What will we eat? Who will we talk to? What will we do?…
by Ksenia Vlasova-Kuznetsova “We’ve got to take him out.” I gulped. Sitting on a bench in the late evening might…
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by Indeaki Rune, Morning has come again, I still stand as I did before, water dripping slowly from the faulty…
By Lisa de Bruyn He was sitting on a bench. The wind gently whistled past, swaying the leaves back…