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There was no telling what thoughts would come from the machine.
The towels had been hanging from the rod for years. They were stained and worn, and quite frankly, just plain ugly. Debra didn’t want to touch them but she really didn’t have a choice. It was important for her to see what was living within them.
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copy: The towels had been hanging from the rod for *years.* They were stained and worn, and quite frankly, just **plain** ugly. Debra didn't want to touch them but she really didn't have a choice. It was important for her to see what was living within them.
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He had a hidden stash underneath the floorboards in the back room of the house.
They say you only come to peace with yourself when you know yourself better than those around you. Derick knew nothing about this. He thought he had found peace but this was an illusion as he was about to find out with an unexpected occurrence that he actually knew nothing about himself.
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copy: They say you only come to peace with yourself when you know yourself better than those around you. Derick knew nothing about this. He **thought** he had *found* peace but this was an illusion as he was about to find out with an unexpected occurrence that he actually knew nothing about himself.
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title: He had a hidden stash underneath the floorboards in the back room of the house.