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copy: It was the first day of the rest of her life. This wasn't the day she was actually born, but she knew that nothing would be the same from this day forward. Although this was a bit scary to her, it was also extremely freeing. _Her_ past was no longer a burden or something that she needed to be concerned about and defend. She threw off the covers keeping her warm in bed, placed her feet over the side of the bed, slipped on her slipper, and took the first step of the first day of her new life.

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title: The delicious aroma from the kitchen was ruined by cigarette smoke.

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copy: The headphones were on. *They* had been **utilized** on purpose. She could hear her mom yelling in the background, but couldn't make out exactly what the yelling was about. *That* was exactly why she had put them on. She knew her mom would enter her room at any minute, and she could pretend that she hadn't heard any of the _previous_ yelling.

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title: Plans for this weekend include turning wine into water.

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copy: I'll have you know I've written over fifty novels

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