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1I suddenly had a flashback to 5th grade when my teacher read us Mrs Frisby & the Rats of NIMH, but these rats weren't the intelligent, innovative kind. These shady rats reeked of
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4of my neck in the mirror, looking for the tattoo I faintly remembered agreeing to late last night. Nothing. I bent down to tie my shoes, certain I had thought of everything, when
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2There is such a thing as being too honest! she inwardly screamed at her husband. He had simply said
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2Reluctantly, he answered the phone and hoped his mother would ask him how his life was going. Instead, he listened as she rambled on about
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3Barefoot, she bravely stepped outside to be the first--and probably only--one 2 make footprints, not shoe-prints, in the
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2thought it would taste better if I resisted my impulses and waited for the right moment." She sighed deeply and left the room in silence, immensely disappointed.
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1push the orange cart up and down aisles, searching for home improvement supplies that complemented the orange color .
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2he surprised me with a gigantic hug, which I reciprocated. At the exact moment I threw my arms around him, the watermelon slipped from beneath my coat and