Jason Reynolds concludes with a powerful claim, your life is dependent upon your relationship with words. What do you think he means by this assertion. Hows does he exemplify that belief in his writing?

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explanation:

chapter i -- paris: september, 1792

a surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate.

during the greater part of the day the guillotine had been kept busy at its ghastly work: all that france had boasted of in the past centuries, of ancient names, and blue blood, had paid toll to her desire for liberty and for fraternity.

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personal narrative

first person fiction

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