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squint
The poster was obviously supposed to be making a statement, but none of the onlookers could make it out. "Is it supposed to be art?" The girl asked her brother. He squinted at the page, deep in thought. "I think," he said after a pause, "Whoever made this was an idiot."
mirage
The vision before her eyes had no sharp edges, and yet it was realer to her than anything she'd ever seen before. I miss you, I miss you, she thought. Such is life.
trophy
it was shiny in its case a little dusty too it reminded him of past glory of distant victory of someone he used to be the trophy was locked up and he barely ever touched it.
sticks
"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me," the young girl recited, tears welling up in her eyes. "a broken bone hurts a lot, lemme tell you," said the older man. "i'm not afraid," the little girl lied. "you should be," said the man.
cigarette
he blew smoke rings and she scrunched up her nose. "you never used to do things like that when we were together," she said. "we weren't together as often as you think." he replied. "are you trying to be edgy?" she accused. "i'm not TRYING," he said moodliy, and stamped out the cigarette.
bow
She tied the bow in her hair like she did every single morning. "I am so lucky to have you," she said to the little girl. The little girl smiled up at her. "Let's get ice cream!" she yelled. "Let's," said her mother.
etiquette
i was very prim and proper then, and i knew which side of the plate to put the forks and knives, and i knew what to say at dinner parties, and i knew how to act during business meetings. now i'm wilder - i suppose i've de-volved.
plague
he wouldn't stop asking her and finally she was at her very last nerve. "FINE," she yelled, "I'LL GO. PLEASE, give me a MOMENT of PEACE." satisfied, he thanked her graciously and scampered away. she watched him go and sighed. the boy was really more like a plague.
straw
he stood tall and erect in the field, lonely but noble, and infinitely proud. the birds avoided him, but that was fine. he was good at his job.
mean
every day i feel like an apple that somebody bit and left aside and getting rotten and more rotten til my very core is gone and everybody knows i've gone mean
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