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The waitress was not amused when he ordered green eggs and ham.
What were they eating? It didn’t taste like anything she had ever eaten before and although she was famished, she didn’t dare ask. She knew the answer would be one she didn’t want to hear.
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copy: What were they *eating?* It didn't taste like anything she had ever _eaten_ before and although she was famished, she didn't **dare** *ask.* She knew the answer would be one she didn't want to hear.
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title: The waitress was not amused when he ordered green eggs and ham.
The rusty nail stood erect, angled at a 45-degree angle, just waiting for the perfect barefoot to come along.
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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copy: 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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title: The rusty nail stood erect, angled at a 45-degree angle, just waiting for the perfect barefoot to come along.
He wasn't bitter that she had moved on but from the radish.
Her breath exited her mouth in big puffs as if she were smoking a cigarette. The morning dew had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the chill in the air. There was only one thing that could get her up and out this early in the morning.
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copy: Her breath exited her **mouth** in big puffs as if she were smoking a cigarette. _The_ morning dew had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the chill in the air. There was only one thing that could get her up and out this early in the morning.
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title: He wasn't bitter that she had moved on but from the radish.
For the 216th time, he said he would quit drinking soda after this last Coke.
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