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shootout
I was the fastest draw in the West. No one could prove me different, they are all yellow-bellied skunks. Looking away when I pass, they lived in fear. Two words: Early Retirement.
distinguished
The tuxedo was too long in the sleeves and too tight around the belly. Derek had aged since the wedding 15 years ago, and not gracefully. He wanted to wear this to walk his daughter down the aisle, but that seemed an impossibility.
existence
Life is fleeting so carpe diem Bash the cliches and run into the fray Love is forever but requited never Just love, anyway.
ant
they swarmed, like an army. The fire ants were intent on their prey: me. I hadn't known what I was getting into when I said that I would retrieve my crush's dropped pencil.
division
Between church and state Between wrong and right Between love and hatred Between you and me All that hanky-panky doesn't mean a thing
pepper
Spices perfumed the air, but Beth was having none of it. Every part of the home cooked dinner smelled like patchouli. He hid the diamond ring under the table.
salt
Salt your food carefully. You never know who may be watching. I keep thinking of the unnamed executive (possible Henry Ford, or the CEO of McDonald's) who judged interveiwees by taking them out to lunch and seeing if they salted their meat before tasting it.
sponge
"The details were perfect. The texture of her clothing, the fall of the drapes in the background. He didn't see how he could ever hope to imitate the master. "Ah," said his teacher. "When you are submitting a fraudulent piece of art, you must remember that the buyer wants to believe it is real."
avenue
The avenue was paved with white brick that had years ago weathered to gray, I pick my way carefully. there was gravel and I was barefoot, having lost my shoes on the way to the ruin.
destruction
The telephone pole had hit the ground with a shower of sparks and light. The electric buzz was more muted now, but the deadly hum still carried through the air. Casey was cautious about how she approached it.
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