I bite my lip to stop the dust from coming in. I look out on the horizon. Small dust clouds are coming this way. I'll have to go inside soon. But I've got news: all these dust storms have a name. The Dust Bowl. Dad told me. I feel a tug at my hand. It's my little sister ,Betsy. ''Come inside Carrie, or you'll get stuck in the dust.'' And then I realize something; everybody in Texas is stuck in the dust. And it'll take courage and hope to get out. I bite my lip again. Stuck in the dust.
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