Carmen S Gonzalez Teacher Leader

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    5-10-2023 TLWBAT write a story that diminishes vanity and lands a large contract for a Sunday Viewing of positive self-esteem without delay and fully understood CIA proceedings top-down-design style using 98% accuracy as a goal and a 75% variable for the K-5 sector modified to 65% for PreK and Special needs in NJ and cross county.   Wake Up and Smell Things that Matter Once upon a time, there was a new peasant girl that tried to steal the hearts of a man new from the legal system.   His real reason to catch a date with a bunch a kids in the car was to find a new man.  The man was actually a real nice man with a nice woman.  The nice woman had to work long and hard to keep him happy and then one day the woman dried up her own prunes because she learned the truth.  She worked at a local daycare and lived as a tramped.  She wanted to wipe her voodoo hands with me by giving me period in a dish.  She said my man could try it and take...