Stories

“How much money 金 for these two blot[chy ‘n] rusty halberds 戈?” I ask, holding them up.
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[Now], when cutting into the <brain>, aim your tools at this MEATy spot. Then *scoop* out the tumor.
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Each person who [co]mes marching in to eat under my roof, down to the poorest person, is an honored guest.
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Stil[l ung]loved, Anne ORDERs her subordinate to put ICE on patient's black eye. "Keep it <cold>," she said.
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The twins are sleeping downstairs. I'll show you! You knitted little [shi]rts for them? How sweet!
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Charlie <kneel>s and prays. With this strate[gy e]very fish swims up to his line and hook.
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At the [bay], EYEs *down*cast, I spy EIGHT <SEASHELL>s.
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"[Huh]? This field of <grain> used to be WOODs?" Charlie asked? "Yes! They SLASHed and burned the WOODs and now grow <grain> here."
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Across any distance, my halberd could strike any target better than a [gu]n.
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*Scoop* into a WOODen bowl EIGHT grains of rice for [me], please.
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I call *down* the stairs to see [who] is at the <door>. It’s an alligator with a box!
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EARLY tomorrow, at TEN, Laura will BEG people across town to take a [gan]der at their shelves to see if they have clean, <DRY> food to donate.
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