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Mrs. Anderson broke her chalk against the chalkboard, perhaps because of some sudden surfacing of a bitterly embarrassing moment to which she had a strong reaction. Her students

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Why not just write in English if you are going to set it in London? We can't all read Turkish, you know.

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was unimaginably hot. My flesh felt as if it would bubble off any moment. As the portal closed I looked back and glimpsed the ice cubes in her lemonade. Inside, Hades now felt

a free mustache ride if the pride is bona fide. The face petting however led to a most unexpected turn of events when my cousin's uncle walked into the room.

It realized, that even if a tomato is a fruit, if enough people think it's a vegetable then it's *almost* the same thing. Similarly, it decided if enough people believed it was a

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