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Inside this issue:

Member’s Area, Monthly Thoughts

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“The Little Sister” Short Story

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Excuses to Use atSchool

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Samantha, Numb, Performance

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Jesus’ Ministries, AWL, World Tal-

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Epic, Points of View on Morals

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Recipes, An-nouncements, Up-coming Issue,

Mailbag

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We are honored to

announce thismonth’s Staff Mem-ber of the Month.

We would like tocongratulate himwith applause, forhe is Andre.

The reasons whywe chose him is be-cause he lovesworking at ByTeens 4 Teens, andhe shows it in eve-rything that hedoes. He is also avery dedicated ad-

viser, moderator,

and admin. He isalways there tolend a helpinghand with theonline community,and he wouldmake a great rep-resentative of acorporation orcompany someday.

Congratulations, Andre, from all of us here at ByTeens 4 Teens!

Hello everyone, I hopethat you are all havinggreat fun meeting newfriends and enjoyingour online community.

I gave the entire mainsite a revamp as Idressed it up in autumndécor, in other words,new layout, back-grounds, updates, addi-

tions—whole new look.

I have also moved,added, and edited theMember’s Area to http:// www.freewebs.com/ bt4t2.

We are in need of do-nations for our Reno-vation Project, inwhich we will pur-chase a domain andhosting so that youmay feel the experi-ence of a more profes-sional and easier touse online community.However, we will need

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November 2007

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Staff Member of the Month

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"Mom!" hollered Sarah "Stacy's into my stuff again!"

"I am not!" returned 4-year-old

Stacy, picking up a bottle of nailpolish.

"Then what are you doing with mynail polish?" Sarah pointed to asmall pool of pink polish on the car-pet.

"I wanted to see what it smelledlike," Stacy said innocently "And itsmelled so bad that it made medrop it."

Sarah glared at her little sister.

"Well clean it up!"

"No! You're old anyway. You canclean it up."

"Eleven is not old!" stormed Sarah

"Kids!" called Mrs. Dawson "Comeon in the kitchen for breakfast!"

They raced down the hallway, asStacy shoved her foot out, thenlooked down at Sarah sprawled onthe floor.

"It was an accident." she sneered

Sarah was too excited to be madanymore. Today was the Christmasparty at school. She'd been waitingsince forever for it to come. Shedecided that she wasn't going to letStacy spoil this day. She'd actuallyget to be away from her for a fewhours. Stacy made a face at her,but Sarah ignored it.

"This is delicious, Mom!" saidSarah, pouring syrup over herthird waffle.

"Sarah," began Mrs. Dawson "I

want you to take Stacy to theparty."

Sarah froze. Syrup kept pouring

out and made a puddle in herplate.

"Mom!" she exclaimed "You can'tmean it!"

"Yes, I can mean it." her mothersaid firmly. She took the syrupbottle out of her daughter'shands and snapped the lid on.

"I have an important meeting

this afternoon," she explained"and I can't take Stacy with me."

Sarah thought that the whole skywould come crashing down onher. Take Stacy with her? Impos-sible.

"I'll drive you guys over there,"Mrs. Dawson went on, "and dropyou off."

The drive to the school was notwhat Sarah had been waiting for.Stacy was in the back seat, bab-bling non-stop. Sarah squintedher eyes shut, and tried to blockout Stacy's voice.

We're here!" Mrs. Dawson an-nounced cheerfully.

Sarah couldn't imagine how shecould act so cheerful. She enteredher classroom, which had beendecorated with streamers andballoons, with Stacy right behindher. Sarah looked around. Mightas well get something to drink.She leaned over the refreshmenttable, trying to reach the punch.

" I want some too!" said Stacy, jumping up and down. Sheknocked into Sarah, causing her

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to fall forward into the cake in front of her.

Sarah got up. From the waist up, shewas covered in purple frosting. Every-one around was snickering. Making adash for the restrooms, she tripped on

someone's foot. She went flying, land-ing flat on her face.

"Sorry." Stacy was smiling

After washing the cake out of her hair,and wiping off her clothes and face, shewent back to the classroom. One of thegirls was showing off her newest pieceof jewelry. A gold ring. Sarah made aface. Janet was always talking aboutthe expensive clothes and jewelry that

she owned. She took the ring off of herfinger to show it around, but someonedropped it. They watched it roll underthe bookshelf. Janet tried to get it out,but her hand wouldn't fit through.Soon almost the whole class was tryingto get it, but everyone's hand was toobig.

"My hand can fit through there!" de-clared Stacy.

She got down on her hands and knees,reached under the bookshelf, andpulled the ring out. Sarah felt proud of her little sister as someone announced,

"What would we do without youStacy?"

Sarah smiled. Maybe Stacy wasn't sobad after all.



“What did you think this brush willconjure to life?” he murmured,scarcely sparing me a glance.

I sat stiffly in my seat, holding my

posture correctly.

“This is for practice though, is itnot?” I made as if to rise from myseat. I didn’t want to be the mainobject in a painting to be sold to aneager buyer. I didn’t want my face tobe recognized. I’m one of the quieterones in my family—Gawaine and Iare. He is the artist, and I am thewriter. Together, we make a greatteam. Sometimes, he assists mewith lyrical prose and I pay my debt

to him by sitting as his model. Ithelps us both, really. It helps methink…and him to well… paint.

Gawaine shrugged his shoulderswithout bungling his painting. Itwas a half-sketched charcoal pictureof me. “Who knows? This may beone of my greatest paintings ever.”

I knew what he meant. There weresome things in life that couldn’t beretrieved. Though memories can becalled back to life, they couldn’t bechanged and altered. Such was alsothe way with art. Once the paint’son there, it’s on there. In a way, Isuppose painting is Gawaine’s wayof expressing life in his reservedway. Not born to be a braggart, Ga-waine would rather let his accom-plishments boast for themselves. Hewas a humble man, silent and with-drawn.

A muggy breeze maneuvered its wayinto the stuffy room by way of theopen window. I looked hopefully to-wards that small patch of azure.Gawaine caught my train of sightand smiled. His nimble fingersdropped stiffly to his side. Theyfumbled with the ends of his apronstrings. These were ways to charac-terize an artist. Their fingers couldnever remain still. This impetuous

lull in his drawing had him goinghysterics already.

I winced, hoping I hadn’t botched uphis train of thought.

His eyebrows raised once in questionat the canvas as if he expected to betold what to draw. Sensing I peeredon from behind him, he shot me aquick glance.

“I have sketched you well… Thebackground however is less prefer-able.” He turned back to his easeland frowned. Again his fingersleaped up to stroke his stubble. Hewas ever proud of it. It was his first

signs of manhood.

I peeked over his squared shoulders,studying the curve of his forehead.They appeared vexed. I looked at thepainting. It was the mightiest pretti-est thing I’d ever seen. I told him so.

His eyes sought mine in a passingglance. “You think so?” A smilecurved his lips into a generous “U”. Itwas the first time in a long while I’dseen him so blithe. Usually, hewhined over his paintings. Same as Idid writing.

Art and writing—they went together.

I knew.

“No, no.” He shook his head, placingthe chalk with an impatient “clank”on the ledge. “What would you knowof art?” he asked desperately. Heleaned against the table, one hand

over his heart as if he were about tohave a seizure any moment.

I raised my eyebrows quizzically athim.

“You’ve barely even started.”

I picked up the charcoal without spo-ken permission from him and turnedit in my fingers, inspecting it from

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As the Heart Commands (By Merry) (Continued on Page 9)every angle.

“Nothing wrong with this one.” Iput it down on the ledge.

I scanned the canvas. Its blankenormity glared back at me. Iquickly averted my gaze. The boldlines that sketched me stood outimmensely from the white void.“And the drawing…” I gesturedwith one hand. “It’s begging foryou to finish it.”

I extended my hand for his. Hegrudgingly allowed me to take it.Black charcoal had embedded itstrademark into every single inch

of his palm. I rubbed away atsome to reveal pink skin. I tracedthe lines. “See, nothing wrongwith this as well. Your handboasts at great skill.” I let it dropback to his side.

“Sister,” he began.

I gently pressed a finger againsthis lips to silence him. “I’m notdone yet,” I whisper.

I sink my head against his heart.It beat in perfect cadence. I tappedit. “Perfect rhythm.”

“And…” I reached high to feel hisforehead. He’d been drawing withgreat fervor again. His foreheadwas damp with sweat, but therewere no hints at fever or any of the kind.

“Now”—I retreated from him a

few steps—“look back at yourpainting. What do you see?”

Confusion clouded his misty blueeyes. Then a medley of emotionsscudded across his irises like theway clouds would momentarilysail over the sun. At last, despairwas the only feeling left in hiseyes. The more he took in of hispainting, the more that despair



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Samantha—Intro (By Writer’s Corner)Samantha- a cut piece out of my beingworked on novelSamantha woke up early. She checked herwatch. Six o’ clock. It was the perfect time.She crept downstairs, being careful not tostep on the last one, because this onecreaked. She got to the kitchen. The smallbut messy kitchen was silent. She quietlyopened the door and crept inside. Slowly shetook out a stool from underneath the table.This was her favorite stool; she always usedit during meal times. Trying to not makeany noise, she moved it so that it was di-rectly under the cupboard. She stood on thestool reaching up towards the opening…

“SAMANTHA!”

Taken by surprise, she fell of the stool andlanded with a crash on the ground. Turningaround she saw Mrs. Trent standing there

with her hands on her hips.Samantha prepared herself forwhat was coming.

“What were you thinking girl? Iwasn’t born yesterday! Youthink you are allowed to doanything! Everyday somethinghappens! You are a disgrace!”

“I only…” Samantha started.

“You are going to clean up to-day, and you will go up to bedearly! At six I want you in bed!Do you hear me?” Mrs. Trentasked

Samantha nodded, and withouta word, turned around andheaded upstairs to the dormito-

ries.

Numb—Poem (By Whitney)The permanent bruise you placed on my heart,will sooner or later tear us apart.Living in pain with you everyday,makes my spirit slowly wither away

Your painful words scar my soulMy insides succumbed by a black hole

No longer am I able to feel,for now, I'm so numb nothing seems realI take this gun and put it to my head,thinking back to all the things you never saidWishing that things didn't have to end this way,But no longer can I keep this at bayLife with you is just too hard,and now the reaper has dealt my card

Performance (By Mariah) Actors - stage fright their demon,

Performance day, carrying worries,Show - Hit or miss, they will decide,Their demise, revealed upon final act.

Talent scouts amidst the audience,Their future, hanging by thread,Ready for performance, hurry to stage,Crossing fingers, the show announced.

Curtain call.



We were invited by the BT4T staff to share a bit about our ministry.Though we have not been teenag-ers for along time, our ministryoffers something for everyone.We completely remember howtough it is to be a teen! Neither oneof us had an easy teen life, and wewere both involved in a lot of badthings. We were victims of peerpressure, unhappy home lives,drugs, alcohol etc. Praise God He ismore powerful than any of thatstuff! With Jesus in your life, Satandoes not stand a chance! Satancan't even touch you when youhave Jesus in your heart!We are husband, and wife, and or-dained Pastors.We started our website, In JesusName Ministries,http://www.freewebs.com/injesusname123 on Oct. 14, 2007. It is a very new

site, but God gave us the vision forit many years ago.We are a Bible believing, HolySpirit filled, Born Again, ChristianMinistry. We believe in Miracles,Signs, and Wonders. We believe allthings are possible in Jesus name!We believe in the power of prayer,and offer prayer for anyone.We believe in offering counsel, andGodly solutions. We believe in re-specting others privacy, and feel-ings. We believe in treating othersas we would have them treat us!We would love to have you stop byour site, and sign our guest book. If you would like to be contacted for aspecial prayer, or to just chat,please leave an e-mail address, oryour website link.May God bless you, and keep youin His loving arms always...PastorJim and Pastor Tee

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About Jesus’ Name Ministries (By Pastor Tee)

About AWL Online (By Andre) AWL Online is a cool

online community ranby one of our adminis-trators here on BT4T(Andre). The site isn'ta brand new site buthas been redone andre-opened. Unlikemost other sites, thereis really no basic

point. It's just a coolwebsite to talk, chat,and have a good time.The site has its ownforum featured withits own radio show,newsletter, moderated

chat room and much

more. The site has itsown team membersand is always lookingfor more at points.

Also, AWL Online hasother sites sponsoringthem as in vSide, TheUnderground, and of course By Teens 4



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About World Talent Showcase (WTSC) (By Anthony) W.T.S.C stands for World Talent Show Case

This is a building event growing to expose local entertainers from allover the world.

Subscribe to Geant Expasion to receive updates on W.T.S.C

This event is set to be a popularity program designed to expose indi-viduals with talents.

Do you want the world to hear your talent?

Get your publicity start here, simply subscribe and send relevantinfo here .

We will send you information as to how to get your promo CD’s online.

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Euthalia, the Prologue (By Euthalia)If anybody told you that life for a nineteen year old with a love for libraries and history can be a tedious affair,that somebody could never have been more wrong. I am living proof. It all began, it seems, at my birth whenthrough eyes misty with joy and relief, my mother saw a blue mark in the shape of a moon just below my leftshoulder. She was assured that it was a normal birthmark and never gave it a second thought. As I grew up Itoo became intrigued by my “extraordinary” mark. As a child I would imagine it held secrets, vast and won-

drous. I clung to them like bees to honey in the hope that I was somehow different from the others. I wouldclimb on chairs and jump, praying that I would remain suspended in the air. I would close my eyes tightly andpicture myself someplace else, imagining the breeze on my face as I traveled to my magical destination only tofind myself sitting in my room. I would make up stories of a princess who would come to take me away to mykingdom in a fairy land. Those around me, adults especially, would openly encourage me while behind my backthey smiled that all-so-knowing smile. She’ll get over it, it’s just a phase. They’d say. I heard them even thoughthey thought I didn’t. My Jenna is always singing on tables, thinking she’s on stage! I would scoff at her ridicu-lous remarks. Her Jenna, I could bet, didn’t have a blue birthmark in the shape of a moon. But it was useless. Ifrequently asked my mother about it. Time passed and she still could not give me any answers, any suitableones at least. When my innocence faded with the comings and goings of the world, I abandoned all hope of everbeing “special” and I came to accept the mark as a “peculiar” if not downright strange characteristic of my body.Dull perhaps, but still strange.

I would never have dreamt, not in all my wildest dreams what that mark would get me through. I find it diffi-cult even now. It’s hard to believe something after a childhood’s worth of denials and crushed hopes that such athing can occur. It all goes to show how little we know of the vast expanse that exists out there and how muchwe should constrain our arrogance in the face of an innocent belief that fantastical phenomena are possible andthat extraordinary worlds are closer to us than we think...This is my story. Whether it is true or not is up to you, I suppose, to decide. And to all those who will scoff afterreading this, I tell them to close their eyes and to strain themselves so they might perhaps hear their name be-ing echoed somewhere. For this is how it all started, after my resignation that my dull blue mark could evermean anything as fantastical as I had often prayed it would be when I was young just before I fell asleep.



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Epic By Conor Kostick (By Mariah) About this book:

Pages: 384Published: 2007

If you like: Video Games

Fantasy“Avatar”

You may like this book.

Epic takes place 1,000 years after the fall of Earth. One million in-habitants now live on a nearby planet, founded by Earth’s survivors. Cen-tral Allocations (C.A.), the new government, outlaws all forms of violence.To settle disputes, the people play a game called “Epic.”

Erik, a 14-year-old boy, seeks revenge on C.A. for sending his father,

Harald, into exile on the Isle of Roftig for using violence by defending hiswife some 20 years earlier.

Erik enters “Epic” as a female swashbuckler by the name of Cin-della. His friends, B.E., Injibord, Bjorn, and Sigrid, join him in the battlearena. They are known as the Osterfjord Players from the Hope District. Itis a treacherous journey to the arena, meeting a dark elf, Anonnemuss, onthe way, who joins them in their battle for good. They meet other playersand non-player characters (NPC). They try to stay away from the vampireand the Executioner, an inpenetratable character created by C.A., who areafter them for trying to help Harald escape.

Erik and his friends find a glitch in the strategic movements of the

Red Dragon that lives in a cave at the edge of an imaginary town that liesin “Epic.” Killing the dragon, they find a treasure worth millions of Bezants(the currency in “Epic”). With their newly found wealth, they plan to defeatC.A. conclusively, ending their corrupt government and forming a democ-racy.

Will they succeed, or will they all be killed by the Executioner in“Epic” and in real life?

I recommend Epic to older teens because of its use of advanced vo-cabulary. The events created suspense and intrigue, and everything startedto make sense towards the ending, which tied it all together; Epic lackspredictability. Some parts, however, were confusing, especially the battle

scene at the end of the book; too many things were going on at once.Overall, however, the book, Epic , is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece

that intrigues the reader as a full line of unexpected events occur. I wouldrecommend this book to anyone that loves action and vivid descriptions.Epic emits a sense of adventure and amazement. It enters uncharted terri-tory as one of the first books of its kind as it paints a picture in your mindof a brave new world.

I rate this book: 9

Epic

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Conor

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As the Heart Commands (Continued)was nurtured. Soon, I saw anger inlaid with annoyance.

“What do you see?” I repeated.

“I see a big gunk of mess,” he blurted out painfully.

“Ah-ha!” I say, sounding much like an apocalyptic fortune teller. “The remedy lies in here.” I place a hand overmy heart and tapped my brain. “Though your heart dreadfully seeks a way to improve your painting, your minddoubts. Your heart controls your fingers. But while it is preoccupied with fighting off pessimistic thoughts sentby way of your mind, the fingers are left listless.”

Realization dawned in his eyes. “I see,” he said slowly.

But I wasn’t done yet…

“Don’t you see? Art is what spills out from the soul. And where is the soul?” I asked, pausing.

“The heart.” He clasped his two hands in front of him.

I nodded. “Exactly. And because your mind questions your heart, it gradually takes over your artwork and…that is what you come up with. When that doesn’t happen”—I waved at the paintings hung in a circle aroundus—“look at the miracles you can produce.”

His pain was easy to understand. His feelings were easy to infiltrate. Why? I’d felt the same way before. A partof me sighed in deep, taking in oxygen. I felt relaxed. How come I’d never sounded this intelligent before? MaybeI was doing just as Gawaine had been doing all along. I looked at him, plunged deep into thought.

“Did that solve anything?” I ask bluntly.

“Yes,” he smiles at me, a genuine smile, “thank you.”

I dip my head.

My footsteps walk in a designated path towards my room where the newly sharpened pens and blank paperawait. I am prepared.



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Starbucks’ Addicts (By Mariah) Are you a Starbucks addict?Many people are and don't evenknow it. Many people also don'teven know that caffeine, themain ingredient in the coffee is adrug.

Caffeine is a stimulant drug.Stimulants are used to increasewakefulness, and alertness inpeople. This may sound like agood thing, but there are sideaffects if you consume too muchcaffeine. Too much caffeine, espe-cially over an extended period of time, can lead to physical addic-tion, and mental conditions in-

cluding: nervousness, irritability,anxiety, tremulousness, muscletwitching, insomnia, and heartpalpitations.

Starbucks coffee is highly addictive.It has a short energy boosts that lastabout 3 hours, leaving the consumer,tired and wanting more caffeinewhen the dose has worn off. Peo-ple tend to like Starbucks coffee bet-ter than a lot of companies because ithas a lot more caffeine than othercoffee places.

When you think about it Starbuckscoffee is a lot like a cigarette com-pany because both companies sellsomething that is highly addictiveand both of the companies productscontain a drug. The only difference isthat one can kill you. The two prod-

ucts both cost about the same too, a java chip frappuccino costs about$4.75 at Starbucks and the averagepack of cigarettes cost $4.32. When

people that are addicted to caffeinedon't drink their coffee in the morn-ing they experience withdrawalsymptoms are almost identical to thewithdrawal symptoms of a cigarette.

In my opinion Starbucks coffee is nobetter than a cigarette company be-cause it addicts it's consumers for lifeand is not very healthy.

Spinach Artichoke Dip Recipe (By Mariah)1 pack of frozen spinach— thawed and squeezed dry1 8oz low-fat cream cheese1/2 cup light real mayon-

naise1 large jar of artichokehearts, drainedGarlic powder to taste

(peppers optional)One package of shredded par-mesan cheese

Combine all ingredients.

Bake at 350 degrees for 20 to

25 minutes.



6 or 7 tart apples, pared and sliced thin or 5 c. frozen apples1 c. sugar1 tbsp. cornstarch

1 tsp. cinnamonDash of nutmeg and salt2 tbsp. butterPastry for 2-crust pie

Combine sugar, spices, cornstarch and salt. Mix with apples. Line pie pan with bottom crust. Fill with applemixture, dot with butter. Adjust top crust, sprinkle with sugar. Bake in hot 400 degree oven for 50 minutes.

Two (No. 2) cans sliced apples, drained well, may be substituted for fresh apples.

Apple Pie Recipe (By Mariah)

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Pumpkin Pie Recipe (By Mariah)

3/4 cup pumpkin2 tablespoons molasses3/4 cup white sugar1/2 teaspoon salt1 1/2 tablespoons flour2 eggs, separatedmilk combined with 1 can of evaporated milk1 teaspoon cinnamon1/4 teaspoon ground ginger2 tablespoons Myers rumPie shell

Separate eggs. In a clean bowl beat egg whites only until slightly foamy.

In a measuring cup, add 1 can of evaporated milk. Add regular milk until level in measuring cup reaches 1 1/2cups total.

In a mixing bowl, combine all ingredients except egg whites. Beat one minute. Gently fold in egg whites.

Pour into pie shell.

Bake at 425°F for 10 minutes. Reduce heat to 350°F and continue baking for 30 more minutes.



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President’s Hot Chocolate Recipe (By Mariah)Hot chocolate that's good enough for the White House, with both milk and light cream. No fuss with meltedchocolate, since it's made with cocoa powder. Give it a whisk for a foamy touch.

INGREDIENTS:• 6 tbs unsweetened cocoa powder• 6 tbs sugar• 2 1/2 cups milk• 2 1/2 cups light cream• 1/2 tsp vanilla• Cinnamon, whipped cream and orange zest

PREPARATION:

Add sugar and cocoa to milk and heat in a saucepan until dissolved. Add the cream, cinnamon and vanilla.Heat until almost boiling. Mix well and serve, topped with whipped cream and a bit of orange zest.

Hot Spiced Apple Cider Recipe (By Mariah)1/2 gallon apple cider12 cloves3 cinnamon sticks1 c. orange juice1/2 c. lemon juice

Heat apple cider. Add all ingredients. Allow the mixture to simmer for half hour or more. Serve this in mugs ona chilly night.

Makes 12 servings.

Cranberry Punch Recipe (By Mariah)4 1/2 pounds fresh cranberries2 c. water1 qt. sparkling soda water1/2 tbsp cloves1 small stick cinnamon3 c. sugar1 1/2 cups orange juice1/2 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice

Wash and pick over the cranberries. Remove any that are soft. Put cranberries, water, cloves, and cinnamon insaucepan. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer for 20 minutes. Strain. Stir in sugar until dissolved. Add theorange and lemon juice, and 1 qt. of sparkling soda water. Chill.



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