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I am a soccer Aficionado and I know loads about soccer. I am incredibly smart in general. I live life in a matrix of soccer. Hopefully this year my friends and I can play with confidence in our abilities and be so good that we Browbeat the other teams and if the other team tries to hurt anyone on our team or they are too rough I will deliver a bold philippic at them and then crush them the next time they get the ball. I will do all of this because this lowcountry team and my boys on the team are sacrosanct to me.

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You would not believe how many  people will go off on a philippic these days when arguing over politics. Whether it is over simple issues such as who you voted for, to deep discussions of possible systemic racism, many people on both ends of the political spectrum are way too tendentious in their views. While many of these people believe themselves to be aficionados on every major event in the world, most of the time they end up having to browbeat their opponents to feel powerful or that they have won. However, there can be no winner in division, and this vicissitude in American politics could lead to a huge schism between Americans in the future.

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I hate when people judge you for the genre of music you listen to. I recently have been an aficionado to alternative music. when I listen you it I feel immure with my surroundings and trapped in the song I'm listening to. There are many vicissitudes of songs which make it better and make it worse. I feel music helps me out of systemic depression.

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A war had broken out causing many obsequies. It also caused many prisoners of war to be immured in cells. Leaders would order a foray to quickly attack before they can react. Some leaders would be overthrown and a new ruler was needed. Many would cheer at the leaders tendentious speeches. While some gave a philippic against their claims.

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Death will come like the diaphanous air on a blue bird day to the one who is an aficionado to the fallen king. The Kings matrix will cause all the false sacrosanct's to fall and burn with most deep bloody flames of darkness eating even the souls of there bodies in the end. Such a pity that idiotic false members of faith never have vicissitude.

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Yesterday was our third soccer practice and I can't be thankful enough to be out there and have the opportunity to play to the best of my ability. The other day when I scored a goal from a header I felt like a soccer aficionado. In another instance, I used a quick move to get away from a defender which exuded panache. I believe that my best moments are when I am working my hardest to improve myself and soccer is an ideal matrix to do that. On the other hand, I incredibly dislike when other players show insouciant attitudes when they don't care to get better and strive to improve. I don't care how good you are, if you don't have the drive to work hard than I don't like your attitude. I am very tendentious about this concept and it carries over generally to all walks of life as well.

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You would be surprised to find that the fanatic aficionados of some fanbases are extremely aggressive. One moment you are talking with them about your favorite genre of movie, then BAM! They let off a philippic tirade of insults at you, in the matter of seconds. All because you didn't agree with their sacrosanct taste in story telling. And don't let them catch you talking about their favorite persona in a negative light, or you might just find yourself losing a finger or two.

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I think I have an aficionado.  Today, I received a letter from a girl named Peyton White. The letter described me as sacrosanct, which is a little odd. Attached to the letter was a few small pieces of paper with song lyrics on them. As I was reading, I realized that the song lyrics were songs from my favorite genre of music. I was really creeped out at this point. I decided to write a letter replying to her with a philippic message. I left the letter under my doormat, where I found the first one. She probably expected me to reply in a prurient tone.

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Taylor has been gone for almost 2 weeks. There is only one person that who would have taken her, .Tester. It was obvious of course, she was Taylor's biggest aficionado. After the foray of Tester's home they found Taylor. Tester had immured her in the basement. At her trial Tester played a tendentious persona to make the judge feel bad for her and give her a shorter sentence.

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I sat there, staring blankly at the symbols on the wall. It felt like I had been there for days staring at this unsolvable puzzle, when I knew that it had only been a few minutes. I was an aficionado for solving the world's most challenging puzzles, but this, this was way out of my league. "What even is the genre of this stupid puzzle" I thought in my head. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. The symbols on the matrix around me looked otherworldly and disorganized. They looked as though they weren't meant to be there. Haphazardly thrown around, they made no sense. When I saw this job on the news, I thought it would be perfect for me but this is insane. I was tempted to do it in the first place because of the incredibly high emolument for the job. I understand why it was so high now. I walked towards the exit to ask the people in charge if they had any information for me, anything was better than nothing at this point. I placed my hand on the doorknob and tried to turn it but it was locked. I panicked and tried to force my way out of the door, but nothing was working. I thought this would be a quick foray, I could try it out and leave after a few minutes but, I was stuck. Suddenly, the dim lights in the room started to flash and a voice came over the loudspeaker. I had no idea what it was saying, it didn't sound like English or any other language I've ever heard. I turned away from the door and looked back at the symbols. They started to change color and spin around the room, somehow. The violent motion of the symbols made the room feel like it was moving. I couldn't focus and was incredibly dizzy. I turned towards the door as a last hope. It was still closed. The door was the last thing I saw before everything went dark.

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When I got home from school, I was was insouciant, as I was finally able to  put away my schoolwork and read for awhile. I sat down in my chair, by the window with diaphanous curtains, and picked up my book. It was my favorite genre--pirate historical drama. I opened the book and began to read. I was at the most exciting part; the protagonist was immured in jail while his pirate friends conducted a foray into the village to rescue him.

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My neighbor is a huge aficionado for food but he never eats it he just likes selling it. Since he never eats his face is turning diaphanous and he doesn't look very healthy to me. I have tried to talk to him and make him understand that if he doesn't start eating the problem could become systematic. He considers his food to be sacrosanct and has devoted his whole life to selling the best food. He holds the persona of a very oblivious and naive person while in reality he is really smart and most likely realizes what he is doing.

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Ross the Liverpool aficionado did a foray of the Liverpool merch store. When he went in there he was looking for a genre of painting. It was Van Dijk on a horse. Unfortunately Ross was caught and was immured in prison.When he got there there was a preacher who came and gave a homily stressing that stealing is bad.

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Brooke is an aficionado of me because of my amazing painting skills. Most of her painting are really diaphanous because she doesn't use multiple coats of paint. She started to foray my paintings and tell the teacher that they were hers. It began to make me very upset. I decided to hide her in the art portable bathroom.  I understand she was immure but I wanted her to learn her lesson. Lily, her sister, came in and delivered me a philippic because she was so angry.

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I woke up one day completely immured in a glass bubble. It was odd because I could not remember how I had gotten there. Though it was diaphanous and I could still see the world outside, it was out of my reach. I struggled to break through but it was impossible so I sunk to the floor in defeat. This new vicissitude was terrifying and I didn't know how I was going to escape or if I ever would step foot outside again. Countless days passed and time became something of fiction that I could no longer understand. I had adopted a whole new persona and felt like a character in a movie rather than myself. This was true up until the day I was free and realized only  second had passed since I set foot in the bubble and this shattered my reality.

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I woke up today ready to browbeat my little brother. My philippic towards him was horrible. I left him in tears. I was just trying to give him some tendentious words about why he needs to grow up and stop acting like a baby. After my mom found out she obtained my obsequies and planned my funeral. She tried giving me a homily on why I need to be nicer but did I listen.... No.

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I have chickfila for lunch today and my sister had a foray in the fridge and about ate it for dinner last night.  I delivered a philippic to her for it. She knows I find my lunch sacrosanct but still went for it anyway.  I am an aficionado of chickfila so Im excited for it today. Lunch is my favorite genre of food.

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This weekend I am competing my solo but it is a different genre of dance then I normally do. I am not an aficionado at this style but I do my best. I tried to get commensurate all my technique class this week to prepare for this weekend. My costume is black with a diaphanous material. I will be taking a vicissitude of classes as well and I'm really excited!

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One day I was taking a walk on the beach for a vicissitude in scenery. The matrix around me was ideal because it was the time of the sunset. The sun was going down and so it was reflecting on the ocean making it look diaphanous. Tonight, the panache of the sunset was so amazing. There were all types of colors like pink, purple, orange, and red. Going to the beach is always relaxing and its a good place to immure myself from reality.

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In English class today I got into the persona of Othello. This allowed me to act out the play and get inside Othello's head, without the prurient thoughts of Desdemona that Othello usually has. In the book today Othello had a systemic seizure, rendering his whole body immobile and shaking the entire time as a result of the realization that his beloved Desdemona might be cheating on him. This is a big vicissitude in Othello's character from being a virtuous, strong leader at the beginning of the play, to now showing his insecurities through his mistrust of Desdemona. But what can you expect from a play with the genre of a tragedy.

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Whenever Lanee goes into her alternate spy persona she is able to accomplish a lot. Within a few hours she can easily become an aficionado of just about anything. Anyone that tries to prove that know more than her, Lanee quickly browbeats them. Besides that, Lanee lived a insouciant life in her surrounded by her matrix of information.