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Flesh-colored yoga pants were far worse than even he feared.
Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him harm in the past, he quietly listened to those who roamed by. He felt at peace in the moment, hoping it would last, but knowing the reprieve would soon come to an end. He closed his eyes, the sun beating down on face and he smiled. He smiled for the first time in as long as he could remember.
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copy: Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him *harm* in the _past,_ he quietly listened to those who roamed by. He felt at peace in the moment, hoping it would last, but knowing the reprieve would *soon* come to an end. He closed his eyes, the sun beating down on face and he smiled. He smiled for the first time in as long as he could remember.
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He is good at eating pickles and telling women about his emotional problems.
The wolves stopped in their tracks, sizing up the mother and her cubs. It had been over a week since their last meal and they were getting desperate. The cubs would make a good meal, but there were high risks taking on the mother Grizzly. A decision had to be made and the wrong choice could signal the end of the pack.
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copy: The wolves **stopped** in their tracks, sizing up the mother and her cubs. It had been over a week **since** their last meal and they were getting desperate. The cubs would make a good meal, but there were high risks *taking* on the mother Grizzly. A _decision_ had to be made and the wrong choice could *signal* the end of the pack.
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He walked into the basement with the horror movie from the night before playing in his head.
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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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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He waited for the stop sign to turn to a go sign.
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