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I used to work in the marketplace in the community showground. The organic fruit stand was the envy of all us other vendors. I can still taste the nectarines they sold.
He bashes the kit like he is still exorcising teenage demons. With a glint in his eye he counts down the next burst of chaos. Nobody else had a voice in the room. I want to be like him when I am forty.
I used to be a slave to family feud. What an enthralling concept for family participation. Imagine a world with zany, random and tense moments at five o'clock every day. Mmm.
Like an obedient little darling she slurped the last of elixir. The witch looked down at the pathetic soul, no more than eight years of age, and nearly felt sorry for it's fate.
Sail to the South America. Now that you're somebody you are not needed here anymore. Take your sleek features and don't return until you've learnt to be humble again.
An army of sea-people were taking their revenge that day. There was never a hope of survival as I lay there limp on the shore.