Stories

Laura resents the CONCUBINE being blamed for spending ener[gy e]very day looking to <receive> HANDouts, as if she had an alternative.
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That woman standing over there is my concubine.
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That woman rising up out of the waves is my grandmother. She was [po]or but has risen up out of poverty.
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I lie on my surf[boa]rd floating horizontally on the waves until the water makes my skin wrinkle.
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The woman scoops up and feeds the baby milk from her breast at [ni]ght. Thus the baby thrives.
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While we soldiers <occupy> land south of the Mason-Dixon LINE, our MOUTHs scarf *down* nothing but [jon]nycakes, but ONE doesn't complain or whine.
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When I first look down and meet my son 儿, to myself I think, he’s the cutest baby I’ve ever set eyes 目 on, with cheeks so pud[gy ‘n] pink.
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The hummingbird flying [across] the garden weighs under 丅 one pound! Can you ima[gin]e?
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In EIGHT days, TWENTY seeds in the GRASSy FIELD sprout <yellow> flowers, due to Charlie's care.
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If no one AIDs me, I'll <PUSH UP my SLEEVES> and <SEIZE> things with my own HANDs. It's [rang] for anyone to judge me for it.
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The infantile sparrow nibbles down a [ger]anium seed.
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Let's say [you n’] I *increase* our SON’s allowance to TWO <dollar>s the <FIRST> of January.
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