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There was no telling what thoughts would come from the machine.
He had done everything right. There had been no mistakes throughout the entire process. It had been perfection and he knew it without a doubt, but the results still stared back at him with the fact that he had lost.
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copy: He had done everything right. There had been no mistakes *throughout* the entire process. It had been perfection and he _knew_ it without a **doubt,** but the results still stared _back_ at him with the fact that he had lost.
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The waitress was not amused when he ordered green eggs and ham.
Although Scott said it didn’t matter to him, he knew deep inside that it did. They had been friends as long as he could remember and not once had he had to protest that something Joe apologized for doing didn’t really matter. Scott stuck to his lie and insisted again and again that everything was fine as Joe continued to apologize. Scott already knew that despite his words accepting the apologies that their friendship would never be the same.
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copy: Although Scott said it didn't matter to him, he knew deep inside that it did. They had been friends as long as he could remember and not once had he had to protest that something Joe apologized for doing didn't really matter. Scott stuck to his lie and insisted again and again that everything was fine as Joe continued to **apologize.** Scott already knew that despite his words accepting the *apologies* that their friendship would never be the same.
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title: The waitress was not amused when he ordered green eggs and ham.
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.
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title: I've never seen a more beautiful brandy glass filled with wine.