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Tuesday, October 03, 2006


Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had
also never met.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not
eating for a while.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as
if she were a garbae truck backing up.

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