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I plan one step ahead, you know, like a carpenter building a staircase. Jim looked at me with a confused smile, he didn't know if I was being serious. Fortunately for Jim I was the most serious I've ever been. This competition was going to prove who was the best and I wanted to wipe that pompous grin off Chandler's face.

monk

The man took a giant step up the stairs towards the monastery. Too eager, he thought to himself, knowing that his cover would be blown if he were to become emotional. The one who he sought after for years, the one that left him bloodied in an alleyway with broken bones that took months to heal. Has converted into a monk and isolated himself from the world, the nerve of him to hide, the man thought. Finally he makes it to the top and scans the area for his target, but everyone is wearing identical clothing and wears the same haircut. The man knows exactly what he looks like his face burned an image in his mind and as a result can't even get good sleep.

olive

Olive. They taste very good, but I enjoy the green ones the most...

role

I always think about the role I want to be in and the role I need to be in. Usually being in the supportive is necessary.

bank

Bank is a place where you put your money, but I aint got no money.

She leaped into the air did a twirl and came down like a pile driver hitting the ground hard and slipped.. Whack. She saw the bright ceiling lights and just as soon as fell she was back on her feet... Whack, again. Ceiling lights again, but again back up.

Shits broke, definitely. Armor's cracked and split.

The exchange student walks into the room. Everyone's eyes staring, assessing his abilities, his style, his looks. He's nervous, frightened, and sad. Nervous about what other think about him, frightened because he doesn't want to make a mistake, and sad because of the friends he's left. A student stares across the room at the exchange student and is impressed at his cool style, his good looks, and his bolstering confidence. She gets nervous, frightened, and sad. Nervous because she wants him to like him, frightened because she doesn't want to say anything dumb, and sad because she thinks she has no chance.

We need to go back for them! How could you just leave them. I had no choice. Time only moves forward, and they got left behind. it's too late. So what you're saying is, it was either us or them. Yeah, i made a choice, you can blame me later. I blame you now.

local

I walked into a bakery next to my apartment in college. They had some cookies, but it was nothing surprising. A glazed outside and sprinkles on top made it look like any ordinary cookie. I bought one, because why not, it was 9:34 in the morning and i was hungry. I took one bite.

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