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The rusty nail stood erect, angled at a 45-degree angle, just waiting for the perfect barefoot to come along.
He quietly entered the museum as the super bowl started.
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He looked behind the door and didn't like what he saw.
He was an expert but not in a discipline that anyone could fully appreciate. He knew how to hold the cone just right so that the soft server ice-cream fell into it at the precise angle to form a perfect cone each and every time. It had taken years to perfect and he could now do it without even putting any thought behind it. Nobody seemed to fully understand the beauty of this accomplishment except for the new worker who watched in amazement.
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copy: He was an expert but not in a discipline that anyone could _fully_ appreciate. He knew how to hold the cone just right so that the soft server *ice-cream* fell into it at the precise angle to form a perfect cone each and every time. It had taken years to perfect and he could now do it without even putting any thought behind it. Nobody seemed to _fully_ understand the beauty of this accomplishment except for the new worker who watched in amazement.
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title: He looked behind the door and didn't like what he saw.
He wasn't bitter that she had moved on but from the radish.
It was that terrifying feeling you have as you tightly hold the covers over you with the knowledge that there is something hiding under your bed. You want to look, but you don’t at the same time. You’re frozen with fear and unable to act. That’s where she found herself and she didn’t know what to do next
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title: He wasn't bitter that she had moved on but from the radish.
They decided to plant an orchard of cotton candy.
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Beach-combing replaced wine tasting as his new obsession.
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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title: Beach-combing replaced wine tasting as his new obsession.