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Elvin Deckard R Paul Fleischman wrote the book Whirligig, a story of a boy named Brent who goes on a journey to carry the life of a girl, whose life he took. In the book, Brent goes through a lot, but in the end, Brent does become a hero. Brent goes through all the phases of the heroic journey, becomes a better person, and makes peoples life better.

Probably the most important factor of all would be Brent going through the heroic journey. Brent killed Lea and was asked to go on his journey, the call to adventure. He met many people throughout his journey, let this be the previous owner of the whirligig book, the cyclist, Ameal, or Lea’s spirit. These would be his allies. For preparation, he collected

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