Stories

John [show]s me a compound our OLD MAN is making in a mortar. "Is he SICK?" I ask. "No, this is just to help him <slim> down AGAIN," says John.
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Charlie SITs on the Berlin <wall>. He RETURNs home with a PIECE of it. It's scrat[chy. On g]raffiti surfaces, especially.
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I WALK home wearing [jean]s that, at one POUND, weigh me *down*. Fortunately, I'm <near> my house.
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My[ee] <MATERNAL AUNT> carries a BIG BOW to defend against BARBARIANs. I look *up* to her.
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[Ah], at last high-speed rail CAN take us into TOWN!
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Lovers of mytholo[gy en]joy this: the gate 門 straight ahead, between us and Machu Picchu, is dedicated to the Sun 日 god!
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The army will march [fa]r across the desert, to where problems are <DEVELOP>ing. They <ISSUE> us new BOWs, LANCEs, and SANDALs.
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Megan notices the crowds <appear>ing, pu[shy ‘n] loud, eager to MEET the KING of France. [She 'n] John head back to the hotel.
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A sur[zhen] <really> needs EIGHT to TEN TOOLs *laid in a row* on the table.
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Charlie's professor of anthropolo[gy e]xplains that they believed it was LUCKY to gather together to <TIE> the SILK net's <knot>s.
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When Charlie learns there's an OPENing for someone who was a SCHOLAR of psycholo[gy], I look up and thank my <lucky> stars .
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They [shoo]t *down* my idea of closing the OPENing in the wall with WOOD. Instead they <BIND> a <bundle> of newspaper with string and stuff it in.
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