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The heat
Sleeping in his car was never the plan but sometimes things don’t work out as planned. This had been his life for the last three months and he was just beginning to get used to it. He didn’t actually enjoy it, but he had accepted it and come to terms with it. Or at least he thought he had. All that changed when he put the key into the ignition, turned it and the engine didn’t make a sound.
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copy: Sleeping in his *car* was never the plan but sometimes things don't work out as planned. This had been his life for the last three months and he was just beginning to get used to it. He didn't actually enjoy it, but he had accepted it and come to terms with it. Or at least he thought he had. All that changed when he *put* the key into the _ignition,_ turned it and the engine didn't make a sound.
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title: The heat
The rusty nail stood erect, angled at a 45-degree angle, just waiting for the perfect barefoot to come along.
Her breath exited her mouth in big puffs as if she were smoking a cigarette. The morning dew had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the chill in the air. There was only one thing that could get her up and out this early in the morning.
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copy: Her breath exited her mouth in big puffs as if she were smoking a cigarette. The morning dew had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the _chill_ in the **air.** There was only one thing that could get her up and out this _early_ in the morning.
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title: The rusty nail stood erect, angled at a 45-degree angle, just waiting for the perfect barefoot to come along.
Last Friday I saw a spotted striped blue worm shake hands with a legless lizard.
The paper was blank. It shouldn’t have been. There should have been writing on the paper, at least a paragraph if not more. The fact that the writing wasn’t there was frustrating. Actually, it was even more than frustrating. It was downright distressing.
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copy: The paper was blank. It shouldn't have been. There should have been writing on the paper, at least a paragraph if not more. The fact that the writing wasn't there was _frustrating._ _Actually,_ it was even more than _frustrating._ It was downright distressing.
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title: Last Friday I saw a spotted striped blue worm shake hands with a legless lizard.