Stories

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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Laura's as focused as [she on g]lobal warming. We <APPEAR> to see EYE to EYE and mutually agree that WOOD fires threaten the ecosystem.
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Laura will trud[ge o]ver to our place. It's a weeklong WALK!
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That ancient woman is my father's sister (my pat. aunt). She's known me since I could only crawl and say goo [goo].
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Have you s[een] the big cave person frozen [prostrate] in a block of ice? What do you suppose was the cause?
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The teacher snaps at me for CARRYING a PENCIL and PAPER, her [tone g]iving me chills. “Everyone else is doing the same!” I say, looking *up*.
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Once AGAIN, John looks down from the [mon]ument, one hand over his HEART, one shielding his EYEs from the SUN. The cars look so <slow>.
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Julia loves it when Kristoff takes Anna to MEET his <intimate> friends but shows her a bunch of rocks, and Anna makes a scrun[chy-n]ose face.
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