Stories

"Is <that> SWEET up on the shelf really EIGHT cents? Damn, that's [chea]p!" Charlie said.
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He lays his mother’s will across the table and reads that [she ‘n] his father have left him, their first son 儿, their prized cow ⺧.
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To [woo] the dance company, FORTY PEOPLE <dance> all day, MARCH home at DUSK and lie *down*, and then get *up* the next day to do it all over again.
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"Don'[chu en]ter - it's too <chaotic> in there," Mike tells Zack. "Sit down here and rest. We march at DUSK!"
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On the catwalk, Carrie marches with confidence, modeling a [jer]sey. When she falls down, she gets up again.
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While drinking [tea ou]tside, a black cat <jump>s over Megan's FOOT. She believes it's an OMEN.
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Elsa sees the ICE in her SON's hair as an <omen>: she's passed her power *down* to him. Like her, he'll bri[dge ou]tdoor natural life with human life.
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This <net>'s SILK threads are thin, s[o on g]ood days, Anne scoops ARMfuls out of the ocean WEEDs. See the DECEASED fish?
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The dispensary clerk, not s[o on g]uard, scoops up medicinal weed for my aunt, who's deceased. It was easy to deceive him.
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In ca[mo, a] hunter walks *down* to the end of the trail through the WOODs, where there's ONE last WOOD marker.
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After another <CIRCLE> round the sun w/ Dave, Laura says: I'm LUCKY to have his ARMS <AROUND> me 52 <week>s a year. He's not your average [Joe].
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"That BIG SHEEP is <beautiful>! I [may] buy it," said Anne.
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