Monologues for Middle School Ages

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painting to the door of the refrigerator. As I stood in the kitchen, munching a graham cracker, I felt the most delicious exultation. I stared at my painting, on display for all the world to see. I was proud, and satisfied, and I felt a deep desire to create another work of art which would be worthy of being taped to the refrigerator.

  Doors, Refrigerator