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doors
I hate doors. They always open the way I don't expect them to. Not only that, but they always close when I don't want them to, as if possessed by a demon. The worst part of it is, my house is absolutely full of doors.
doors
I hate doors. They always open the way I don't expect them to. Not only that, but they always close when I don't want them to, as if possessed by a demon. The worst part of it is, my house is absolutely full of doors.
polite
My mother always taught me to be polite, no matter who you addressed. But why was it so important? Did it really matter if I purposely bumped into somebody as I walked down the street on my way to work, only to see his reaction?
gamer
I guess you could call me a gamer. I play over 15 hours worth of games every day. I'm on the world championships for several games that millions play. I've beaten the best of the best, and am a national star. Yeah, I'm a "gamer".
raven
The raven swooped down onto the tree branch, scanning the survivors. How much longer could they last, only the raven could know, with it's strange, all-knowing eyes. It simply stood there, perched high above them. Waiting.
delight
The savory truffle was like a liquid rainbow in my mouth as I bit into it. The presence of so many different flavors that somehow connected and weaved together astounded me, and I almost started crying. How could one little sweet taste so good?
wistful
Wistfully walking down the sidewalk on the foggy, dreary afternoon, felt like I was going to simply drop down dead. How could this have happened to me? There was no way no mistake had been made.
frenzy
I charged at him, rolling into a frenzy I had never known. Bears are a terrible creature, the power of which I had never truly explored. I mauled him with my newly gained, massive paws.
incomplete
I smashed my face onto the desk as my teacher yelled, “Time!” I hadn’t finished my exam. And this wasn’t just any exam. It was THE exam. The final one. I had only gotten about half of it done. Curse my short attention span, rendering me incapable of focusing.