Stories

Stil[l ung]loved, Anne ORDERs her subordinate to put ICE on patient's black eye. "Keep it <cold>," she said.
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The twins are sleeping downstairs. I'll show you! You knitted little [shi]rts for them? How sweet!
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Charlie <kneel>s and prays. With this strate[gy e]very fish swims up to his line and hook.
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At the [bay], EYEs *down*cast, I spy EIGHT <SEASHELL>s.
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"[Huh]? This field of <grain> used to be WOODs?" Charlie asked? "Yes! They SLASHed and burned the WOODs and now grow <grain> here."
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Across any distance, my halberd could strike any target better than a [gu]n.
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*Scoop* into a WOODen bowl EIGHT grains of rice for [me], please.
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I call *down* the stairs to see [who] is at the <door>. It’s an alligator with a box!
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EARLY tomorrow, at TEN, Laura will BEG people across town to take a [gan]der at their shelves to see if they have clean, <DRY> food to donate.
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“You are the second 乙 person 𠂉 to beg me for this [chee]secake recipe today,” I say, reaching down into the recipe box and pulling up the recipe.
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Farmer [Li] looks down]at the ground as she powers the push-plowwith her own muscles.
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Charlie's friends GATHER outside to cook <food> and look at the eclipse, even though the air [shi] is ICY cold in their NOSEs!
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