Stories

From my perch on the Great Wall, I [shou]t *down* at passersby, SUMMONing them. They buy my SILK and then <CONTINUE> <to go on> their way.
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"The <SECOND-IN-COMMAND> is that MOUTHy [foo]l wielding a KNIFE in the FIELD!" complained Megan.
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From my perch on the Great Wall, I [shou]t *down* at passersby, SUMMONing them. They buy my SILK and then <CONTINUE> <to go on> their way.
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The tiny 幺 stitches I sew across the [si]lk look like dots 丶丶丶.
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By driving an electric car, John & Megan <introduce> PEOPLE to another way to consume less ener[gy e]very day.
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Have you s[een] the big cave person enclosed [prostrate] in a block of ice? What do you suppose was the cause?
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"[Gee], this phone translates TEN WORDS per second and <calculateS>!" exclaims John.
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Megan <SETs UP> the WORDS of the Fencing School logo in the shape of a LANCE. We tell her we like it, and she says, "Aw, [shu]cks!"
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John points at the <stone>r [dan]cing and says, "He's wearing the same [shi]rt as Charlie."
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They've herded SHEEP on the WOODed hills FOREVER. When they come *down*, they appear content, everybod[y on g]ood terms!
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With her little black dot of a nose, the skunk scoops out a sha[dy ‘n] cool burrow to occupy.
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"[She n]ever tells the truth. How can we TRUST and have CONFIDENCE in these <letter>s?" asks the prosecutor, throwing them *down*.
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