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he sat on the fence, his eyes unblinking. It was as if he was looking into my soul. Suddenly, the sky darkened and a unsettling quiet covered the house like a thick wool blanket.
I stalled for a moment. What was I to do? I knew the answer, but could not figure out how to give it. It would be way to complicated and George would never understand my reasoning. I felt terrible. Could I lie? If I stalled any longer, it would certainly look that way.
"Speech! Speech! Speech!" they yelled at me after I won the Most Gorgeous Man in the Universe competition. They audience couldn't get enough of my devastatingly good looks.
You must go to Taco Bell and get me three tacos, one Grilled Stuft Burrito, an Enchirito, five Doritos Locos hard shells, and a cinnamon twists. If you don't I may go crazy!
I hope that someday I can give you a good reference, Matilda said. But today, is not that day. Grant walked out of the room dejectedly, not sure where to go next. How would he ever make it into the space program?
My dad was told that he would never amount to much. In fact, his high school guidance counselor told him that he wasn't college material and that he should consider doing something else. As it turns out, my dad did go to college and turned out to be quite successful.
Life isn't a game. Some people think it is, but I think that can be dangerous. If you never take anything seriously, will you know what to do when the situation calls for real action? I think that can be a little scary.
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