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copy: Although *Scott* said it didn't matter to him, he knew deep inside that it did. They had been friends as long as he could remember and not once had he had to protest that _something_ Joe apologized for doing didn't _really_ matter. *Scott* stuck to his lie and insisted again and again that everything was fine as Joe continued to *apologize.* *Scott* already knew that despite his words accepting the apologies that their friendship would never be the same.

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title: He learned the hardest lesson of his life and had the scars, both physical and mental, to prove it.

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copy: The shades were closed keeping the room dark. Peter knew that he should open them and let in the sunlight so he could begin the day, but he didn't have the energy or **willpower.** Nothing had gone as **expected** the day before and he no longer wanted to spend the energy to begin a new day. He *stared* at the shades wondering if there was a way to *disappear* from the reality of the world for the rest of the day.

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title: She opened up her third bottle of wine of the night.

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copy: It's not his fault. I know you're going to want to, but you can't blame him. **He** really has no *idea* how it happened. I kept trying to come up with *excuses* I could say to **mom** that would keep her calm when she found out what happened, but the more I tried, the more I could see none of them would work. **He** was going to get her wrath and there was nothing I could say to prevent it.

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title: I honestly find her about as intimidating as a basket of kittens.