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He plucked a secluded star from the sky and turned it over in his hand. Looking back up the sky, he saw another lonely white star, so he held up the one he took and put it back into the sky, right by the other star.
After I threw the newspaper onto the counter, I quickly closed the kitchen window. The neighbors outside were making a racket, and it was only causing harm to my health. I held my head with my hand and tried to massage my headache away.
Of course, it didn't work.
I recite a word to him, but he only shakes his head. Once again, I fail the test and must memorize all of my work. I adjusted my sitting position on the bean bag and cozied myself into it like a nest.
Yesterday it felt as if he left with me a part of his soul. He leaves on what he says are very important quests that are mandatory, but I don't see the strength of it in his step. He walks lightly and nonchalantly, and I don't believe his words.
He patiently awaits the ball, standing in a position where he knew what to expect. He held the the bat firmly in his hands, staring the pitcher down. He watched the pitcher take a deep breath, and tightened his grip. The ball came flying so fast that it was hard to see what happened, but in one blink the ball was high up in the air, causing gasps to arise from the crowd.
She gently put a leaf underneath the insect that fell into the water, lifting it as she gradually stood up.
He disregarded the way that his socks clung wetly to his sore feet. He also disregarded the sound of his back cracking when he bent down to tie his shoelaces. This is no longer hiking, and he is alone in the forest.
She seemed like an outgoing person, but that was an assumption from the distance. IF you really talked to her, you would realize that she's shy, terribly shy. She couldn't even formed a complete sentence without making a stutter or two. It seems you can't judge a book by its cover.
He was quite sure of it, and the air smelled of it so strongly that he was practically tasting it. Blood was somewhere in this room, covering a rotting corpse. The room was dark, so he took a few steps and closed his eyes, intent on locating where the buzz of nearby flies was coming from.
He was nominated as a champion, but so was the little boy beside him. Short, thin, and coated with freckles, this tough child was stronger than him.
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