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crouch
As I walked deeper into the forest I noticed a small movement at my feet. I crouched and saw a tiny blue bird carcass teaming with ants. Its sweet soul gone, they now devoured the sour remains.
wand
"Agh! I just poked myself in the eye with my mascara wand!" shrieked Kelly. "That's what you get for doing your make-up in the car when we're late," said Jack.
scarves
I have THEE hugest collection of scarves. Seriously. A whole tub overflowing. I have scarves of every color, every texture, light and airy, heavy and warm. Sparkles. Tassels. Stripes. Polka dots. Several from Spain, to remind me of my trip there. Vintage scarves. Scarves I don't even know how, when, or where I got them. I am all about SCARVES!!! <3
statement
Once the police had my statement, I was free to go. But go where? Back home? No thank you. I wasn't sure if I would ever feel safe in my home again. I wanted to feel safe and I knew being home alone, I would never have that feeling again.
wondered
I wondered as I wandered, Plundered my thoughts-- I pondered. Then in the distance it thundered, And lighting struck!
bee
They call me "bee-yatch" because I sting people that get too close. It's pretty good, for a nickname. But they're all bee-yatches too, because their words sting just as much.
almost
She could almost reach the apple in the higher branches of the tree. She had picked it out from among the rest because it looks so tantalizingly juicy and red compared to the others, she found she could not resist the temptation of climbing up to get it. Her hand stretched out with desire and her fingertips caressed the cool, waxy surface of delight.
swept
Whenever there was a storm, she left her house and immediately took a walk on the beach. There was nothing more beautiful to her than the ocean during a storm- the hope that with every growing, crashing wave, one would sweep her out to sea...
final
Finals suck so hard core, they could be featured in adult films.