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purpose
""What do you do for a living Bert?" SHerice said as she played with his tie. "I'm an executive" he said with a Texan drawl. It sounded like it had a purpose but Sherice wasn't sure what that mnight be. "Oooh that sounds mighty impressive Bert".
approach
If he was going to make an approach couldn't he just hurry up and get on with it? Tandy sipped her lime cordial, increasingly frustrated by his dithering
statement
David's teacher was exasperated: he needed a statement, then he'd get the one-to-one support he really needed. He kept shouting out. "We need to rebalance the economy!" he'd scream as the class were trying to concentrate on their poetry anthologies.
tangle
"MY, my what atangled web we weave" said Maurice as he looked at Clarice's hair, "There's not much I can do". He revved up the shaver and Clarice gasped.
revolt
Oh I do hope there's an enormous revolt in PArliament Square. This govewrnment have no mandate for the vandalism they are committing. People
wrench
It wouldn't be a wrench leaving here. I would skippety-skip out of this town. I stay here for my children.
jelly
Maggie thought her legs were going to go: they'd turned to jelly. It was the eyes boring right into her and the playful smile/ The proximity of possibility after wanting this for so long.
print
George had noticed the thumb print of coal dust, smudgy black, in the thick white bread. The working class, often a bit smelly. He put this in his novel "The Road To Wigan Pier", betraying his true bourgeois self.
reports
As the meeting finally drew to a close Clarice thought she'd escape quickly. Rod slimed over to her. "I need those reports on my desk ASAP". He was the sort who spoke in acronyms, full of his own self-importance and deeply repugnant.
relatives
Enid mentioned that one of my cousins was driving a Lambourghini now. Although still living in Harlow, Essex. I could sense her feeling that she had somehow wounded me. A LAmbourghini I said, eyebrows arched, how discreet.
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