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copy: He walked into the basement with the horror movie from the night before playing in his head.

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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: Everyone was curious about the large white blimp that appeared overnight.

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copy: He _ordered_ his regular breakfast. Two eggs sunnyside up, hash browns, and two strips of bacon. *He* continued to look at the menu wondering if this would be the day he added something new. This was also part of the routine. A few _seconds_ of hesitation to see if something else would be added to the order before demuring and saying that would be *all.* It was the same exact meal that he had _ordered_ every day for the past two years.

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title: They improved dramatically once the lead singer left.