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The one hundred erasers that I had collected were melted by the heat and turned into one big lump.
 
The guy used high pressure sales tactics to sell me a box of skin colored crayons.
 
Liking the smell of the automobile exhaust is something we have in common.
 
While putting the edge of the blade in my neck, the guys asked me what it's like to have people fawning over me all the time.
 

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