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I honestly find her about as intimidating as a basket of kittens.
The beauty of the African sunset disguised the danger lurking nearby.
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title: He would only survive if he kept the fire going and he could hear thunder in the distance.
Flesh-colored yoga pants were far worse than even he feared.
Her hair was a tangled mess which she tried to make presentable by putting in a lump on the top of her head. It didn’t really work although it was a valiant attempt. While most people simply noticed the tangled mess on top of her head, what most people failed to understand that within the tangles mess was an entirely new year. That was her secret. She kept worlds on top of her head.
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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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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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