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He wasn't bitter that she had moved on but from the radish.
Trees. It was something about the trees. The way they swayed with the wind in unison. The way they shaded the area around them. The sounds of their leaves in the wind and the creaks from the branches as they sway, The trees were making a statement that I just couldn’t understand.
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copy: Trees. It was something about the trees. The way they swayed with the wind in unison. The way they shaded the area around them. The _sounds_ of their leaves in the wind and the creaks from the branches as they sway, The trees were making a statement that I just _couldn't_ understand.
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title: He wasn't bitter that she had moved on but from the radish.
There was no telling what thoughts would come from the machine.
He knew what he was supposed to do. That had been apparent from the beginning. That was what made the choice so difficult. What he was supposed to do and what he would do were not the same. This would have been fine if he were willing to face the inevitable consequences, but he wasn’t.
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copy: He knew what he was supposed to do. **That** had been apparent from the beginning. **That** was what made the choice so difficult. _What_ he was supposed to do and what he would do were not the same. This would have been fine if he were willing to face the _inevitable_ consequences, but he wasn't.
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title: There was no telling what thoughts would come from the machine.