Stories

At the award [show], when I'm called down to the front to receive the award again, I cover my face with my hand.
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The mother scoops up and nurses the baby from her breasts that produce milk day and [ni]ght. thus the baby thrives.
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There are many incidents of studen[ts' wa]llets getting stolen. The person doing (make/do) it has not been caught yet.
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Did you hear about the <incident>? John heard a TAPping sound coming from the ANCIENT [goo]se egg!
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Does Layla's [shoe en]ter the path alone? No, she <choose>s to WALK the path not by herSELF but ALTOGETHER with the others.
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John and Me[g own g]ood EARTH, enough to bury EIGHT family members <altogether> under CROSS MARKERS.
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Laura resents the CONCUBINE being blamed for spending ener[gy e]very day looking to <receive> HANDouts, as if she had an alternative.
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That woman standing over there is my concubine.
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That woman rising up out of the waves is my grandmother. She was [po]or but has risen up out of poverty.
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I lie on my surf[boa]rd floating horizontally on the waves until the water makes my skin wrinkle.
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The woman scoops up and feeds the baby milk from her breast at [ni]ght. Thus the baby thrives.
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While we soldiers <occupy> land south of the Mason-Dixon LINE, our MOUTHs scarf *down* nothing but [jon]nycakes, but ONE doesn't complain or whine.
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