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The man walked up to me he looked sleazy wearing his cheap thrift store clothes. He knew I was the one he was looking for, he knew I had the contraband. He asked how much, I told him to give me a offered and he did I repudiated it saying it was too low. Him and I remonstrated for a little while going back and forth until finally I heard something. It was the police as they came him and I ran in our different directions I climbed over the flimsy fence and fell over I was very resilient and got up quickly and dashed off.

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One miserable day a boy named Ancelmo was walking to his awesome treehouse. On his way to the homely place he met a girl who had a gossamer shape with blonde hair. He introduced himself and noticed she was affable and interesting. There was something about that was different. She then told him she committed contrabands. She smuggled dragons across the border between the US and Canada.

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I was walking down the street one day and I met a very affable woman. She had to have been about 80 years old. She stopped me and complemented my fashion sense. I had been wearing a gossamer blue floral dress with tan wedges. It had started to rain while we were still talking. I really wanted to head home but she just kepting talking and asking about my day. I started walking while she was talking to me and she followed me! I was getting really wet now and was super cold. She took off her sleazy sweater and put it around my neck. I repudiated it and told her I really had to get home and didn’t need it. I was being very querulous and felt really bad but i just needed to get home. I was about 5 minutes away from my house and I said “okay i’m going to turn here now and you don’t have to follow me” She thanked me for meeting her and explained how I made her forget all about her grandson that died last night. I felt really bad but i least i could get out of these wet clothes.

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Once upon a time there was a boy named Steve. He was a highly erudite boy and he loved school. He was very shy and most of the time his words were inscrutable because he mumbled a lot. All of Steve’s friends called him insular because he only focused on school and strongly believed it was the only important thing in his life at that time. Steve did have a lot of friends because he was a vey affable person even though he only really cared about school. As Steve grew up he started realizing school wasn’t the only important thing in the world but he refused to completely repudiate his love for it. Steve was a very highly educated adult and he lived a good life after college.

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As I was walking down the street I saw this gossamer looking sheet in the distance. It looked very suspicious and my emotions were aggrandizing inside me. With the gossamer looking sheet was this amorphous figure. The aura around this figure was very darkening and eerie. Then I realized its just the KKK with some contraband.

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once their was a boy that last his sanity from being torchered continually in a dream he had that affacted him in the real world. this boy was told to countdown from 1000-7 while a man cut of his toes and fingers, the man said to count so he would stay sane but the boy became insane and is irrevocbal

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The strange figure omniously loomed in the corner of the room. An aura of eeriness crept into the back of my mind. The man looked in his mid-fifties. He had a charcoal gray beard that glistened in the light. He wore a sleezy dark crimson shirt full of holes. His raggedy jeans were too big for him and dragged onto the floor. When the man made eye contact with me, he let out of crooked smile that gave me an irrevocable feeling of discomfort. He had a total of four teeth, stained yellow that were perverted in odd directions.

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I had woken up on a random floor. The last thing I’d remembered was the contraband I sold to some shady lookin dudes. I felt a horrible pain on the left side of my head. Then as I tried to put my hands on my head, I realized my hands had been bound. One of the shady guys walked up to me. In his hands i saw the archetype of what seemed to be a building. He asked me, “Where’s the money.” I responded with, “What money?” He said sternly, “ The money you owe us.” An aura on tension enveloped the room as the conversation went on. “I sold you what you wanted.” “You owe me money if anything.” I exclamed. “There was nothing in the case when you handed it to us.” “What!” I responded. They all began to walk away and I thought they were going let me leave. I had a propensity that something was wrong. A black liquid came into the room. A dark amorphous liquid crawled in like a slime. The substance ended up striking, and then it went black.

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I have tennis after school today and affable coach is funny. I have a strong propensity to not follow through when I hit the ball, but im working on it. I just got a new racket and it is super resilient to really fast balls. I  try to be sedulous when imm at practice because its a good quality to have. My coach is really good and his inscrutable stroke is really great.

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This weekend is our Fall Showcase at our dance studio to prepare for our first competition. We have been working very hard for this and I'm very excited. We have gossamer costumes this year which I really like because we don't get as hot in them. Our teacher put together an inscrutable schedule together for the show so we still have to figure that out but most everything is ready. The querulous junior group have been complaining about their dances and songs because they reverberate. We have all been very sedulous and I think we will do very good.

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Once a young boy named Dude decided to aggrandize his reading comprehension. He decided to read three chapters from a novel his uncle bought him every day. His querulous friend was upset as Dude hardly ever played games with him because of his reading. Dude's friend was so upset that one day he went to Dudes house and shouted, " Come out you mean and overly erudite friend and fight me!" Dude heard his friend's cry and to repudiate his friends claim he came up with a comeback. Dude shouted back " I will not fight an amorphous slug who has no intrest in improving!" Dude later made new better friends who supported him.

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It was a pretty normal night when it happened. Today it was only slightly windy outside, the gossamer of my tent blowing slightly in the wind. I was almost asleep when I saw a glowing creature with a mysterious aura glide past the small opening of my tent. I have always had a propensity for interesting creatures so of course I started to follow this thing. I thought that I was a pretty affable person so maybe, just maybe I could befriend the creature, it could be a sort of mystical companion. As I followed the creature I noticed that its figure was quite amorphous, as I looked its shape kept evolving and morphing. The creature then stopped and turned to face me. It extended its horse-like neck out to me and I pet it. Then IT happened...

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She strived for perfection, to be the one loved by all who graced her presence. The day Margot left, was the day she felt she lost her affability.  When her friends had slipped from her grasp, her mind slipped from her head, and she fell into a spiral of amorphous chaos. Her once radiant personality transformed in to darker sky as her aura became the most heart wrenching thing to be near.

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The echoes of bat wings reverberated throughate the cave underneath Wayne Manner. An Amorphous shape appears out from the shadows dressed in black. And another man with an old croaky voice enters through an entrance from the walls of the cave. The two begin remonstrating about current events within Gotham. The arguing ceases and the man dressed in black presses a few buttons on his desk. And a car of no other Archetype appears from beneath the floor. The lights aggrandize and focuss on the Bat Mobile.

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I was at the pit (Pawleys Island tavern) and I was strumming the guitar in sync with the drummer as the music reverberated out of the speakers.
There was an aura of good vibes surrounding me that night. I was very happy because it was my first time performing and I was performing songs I loved. My guitar teacher ,Drew, was very affable when I told him I was nervous he told me it’s all good just play like you normally do. He told me I have a propensity towards music and that I would be fine. I demonstrated against his kind words but he assured me I would do great. He was right there was nothing to worry about.

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There was a doll on the desk as I got near it I could feel a evil aura around it. When I put my hand on it the doll shook and resisted letting me take it every time it seemed to be aggrandizing. On the 10th try I pulled as hard as I could... the doll came off the desk making me fly backwards. The doll was amorphous it did not have a definite shape it kept changing to a different object each sentence. I ran as fast as I can but it was right behind me and when it touched me I became gossamer and weak. Suddenly an image popped up in my head saying that the spell is irrevocable unless you defeat the doll.

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Once upon a time there was a very gossamer panting on the wall. It had report meaning than just a basic painting though. It wasn’t very ornate or intricate, but more amorphous and you could barely comprehend what it even was suppose to replicate. It was a mixture of colors and shapes but it was definitely not an archetype of anything specific. It simply hung there and was oddly beautiful it it’s own way. Many people in the household would remonstrate that it was one thing, while others another, yet none of them could say that it wasn’t oddly stunning. The longer they stared at it the more it would change and no one could quite figure it out.