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He was alone it was him and just his mind. He was a thinker there was always a  brouhaha inside his mind. He could never figure anything out he was always confused and it was not healthy. He tried to make his mind a bulwark  of genius ideas and about different ideas. He tried to make his mind a stronghold, but there was nothing there. All he thought about was stupid. He was definitively confused. His mind felt like he was spinning in the washing machine.  His demeanor would always change in and instant.  the only thing that would quell and mollify his cofusion was taking to people who really cared about him like his friends. (ThIs iS A DesCriPTioN Of mE iN CheMiSTry)

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There is a man named Tom. Tom is a very choleric man and he always has to get his way. When Tom gets mad he is very difficult to mollify and can be dangerous at times. His family had created a bulwark where they go whenever he gets angry. Tom has admitted that his anger is a quote an onus on his life and it really effects him daily. He had tried to thwart his anger but has never been fully successful. Over his life Tom has gotten used to his anger and can cope fairly well with it.

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One day when classes were changing and everyone was in the hall there was a sudden brouhaha. No one knew what was going on and it was an enigmatic scene. It turned out that these two very choleric people got into an augment. This was not either one of their normal demeanor. They were both really tired and definitely just needed sleep.

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My life has been very enigmatic. I started off as a young kid from Philadelphia and ended up growing into the young man I am today. A lot has changed. Many hardships. I had a great life, many friends that provided requisite comfort whenever I needed. “Life is just a series of f**k ups with brief pauses of happiness. So now, let us continue our regularly scheduled program” -Deadpool. I felt a presentiment when I first got sick. It was different, no other symptoms other than the vomiting. We went to see a doctor but there was nothing wrong with me, they couldn’t find anything, for two years. It got worse and worse until finally we got that call. After two long hard years we could finally get rid of the onus that I had carried with me for two years of my life. Finally the pain could be curtailed. And now about 2 and a half years after the surgery, I still am haunted by my past. I still have nightmares and currently still searching for a solution as to why I can’t sleep. Maybe it’s trauma, maybe it’s the way my body is wired, but either way it’s clear that my past will continue to haunt me and my loved ones for a very long time.

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Exams are not enjoyable whatsoever. They force me to have a choleric mood when studying. All I want to do is curtail the time I have made myself to study but I have to continue if I want a definitive good grade. Time goes by slower and there is a constant thought of all the things you would rather be doing. Playing music while studying definitely  mollifies the intensity.  My demeanor during exam week is usually harsh and sensitive and I don't look forward to it at all.

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As death comes to visit me, he is adamant to taking my soul this time. It seems as though my bulwark spiritual energy is not giving in to blackness yet. Darkness of my soul is deference to death, while the light of me thwarts death. In the end i gain back my being and curtail my darkness from death. He leaves for another soul.

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It was the Region Cross Country meet. Sweat was dripping down from my face profusely. The constant pounding of my the soles of my feet against the rocks grew to be shots of pain with every stride. What grew  from a slight onus to constant pain was my gasps for breath. When running, the running at my side was determined to beat me and in any way. It was definitive that his choleric drove him to step on my ankle while we were running which caused a jolting pain on my left ankle. All of these implications didn't thwart me from dropping off. I stayed at the head of the pack, looking to the finish line 500 feet in front of me. We were tow to tow, running side by side with the other competitor. I didn't know if I could even keep going. Then I knew who I am and the bulwark of the mind I have, knew that I had to win this race. I sprinted faster than I ever have before and in the most painful way. I knew that it was temporary but it was requisite that I gave more than my 100%. I won the race. I can't wait until the cross country season.

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School was suddenly curtailed after the bulwark of the Pawleys Island was penetrated by North Korean Nukes. All of the brouhaha of sounds outside made everyone in the school very confused. The choleric teachers stormed outside angrily to see what was going on but quickly returned after seeing everything being blown up outside. Despite everything blowing up the adamant teachers were still set on teaching the students.

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Tom the very choleric cat was always on the hunt for the mouse named Jerry. The two constantly thwarted eachother and had an ongoing rivalry. Tom was a much larger animal than Jerry and was adamant to rid him of his home. But Jerry was very good at running and falling back to his bulwork, that was his mouse hole. Jerry had to be smarter to be able to keep up with his much larger opponent but the competition between the two never really came to a difinitive conclusion.

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I woke up early the day that all of this started, adamant to get to work early. I did everything that I usually did, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and started to get dressed when I noticed some sort of bug hovering around me. I have always hated bugs so I tried to thwart the tiny demon's plan of endlessly pestering me. It was normal. There was nothing to it. Until two more of them came back. I started to panic just a tiny bit because I have always had a scared demeanor around any sort of bug, so I killed one of them to see what would happen and guess what happened. Two more came back, lucky me. At this point I had an itching presentiment that this was happening to other people as well. I couldn't exactly tell you why I thought this but I did and boy I'm glad about it. I turned on the news to see if others were experiencing this strange phenomenon and real the shocking headline. The government has sent requisite bug-like drones to watch over us: DO NOT KILL THEM. I looked outside my window and saw hundreds of these tiny drones floating around the city, traveling to their duties.

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There once was red panda. Now this pandas name was Destiny. Destiny had a love for collecting miscellaneous items. Today Destiny was adamant on picking up at least five pinecones. But behold, she had a contender and his name was Rascal. Rascal was a skunk. Rascal has been causing issues since the dawn of time, and he was ultimately the reason that Destiny's choleric temper had intensified over the years.  Destiny decided to pay Rascal a visit, in hopes of mollifying the situation by setting a definitive boundary for pinecone hunting. Alas, Rascal thwarted all efforts for peace in the pinecone realm. War was about to begin.

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One day i was at this wedding. I didn't really know the people getting married because they were my parents friends but i was forced to go. The bride was taking forever to walk down the isle. The wedding ended up being curtailed, because the brides dress didn't fit her anymore.  I found out later that day that the bride was very onus about something. She didn't even like her fiancé. She only said yes because he had a lot of money. When the bride told the fiancé his expression was very enigmatic. The finance was very choleric so he decided to break her favorite lamp and run out of the house. Before he ran out the house he began to cloy a few more of her belongings. As he ran out the door he said " I HATE YOU YOU ********"

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I was sleeping when there was a sudden brouhaha. I looked outside the window and my choleric neighbor was yelling and throwing stuff towards my house. My sleeping time was curtail and had to speak to the uncheerful demeanor neighbor. Hoping to mollify his anger I decided to talk to him and find out the problem. But once I stepped outside the door, a large brick was thrown at me and I never saw him again.

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As I was going around the bulwark of the castle around the battlements getting ready for the army of the dead to come to Winterfell. I saw some old buddies on the front line but knowing that they wouldn't make it through the long night maybe neither will I. it makes me feel like the lives of the living soldiers are curtailed by death in a way. Half way through the battle I realized that everyone that I knew before hand have died the great few against the great many of the dead. everyone's demeanor changes when in war but instead of being hyped up or ready for battle you see real fear in a mans eyes when facing death straight on. after the battle I'm a part of the few that survived out of thousands that were there to fight it was sad but enigmatic. after everything it seemed that the hound got mollified by the battle sorry he couldn't handle the heat.

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She gazed through the foggy glass and down at the enigmatic city. Each street had Its own story and each building it’s own secrets. The twinkling lights seemed to mollify the once bustling atmosphere as they illuminated the dark. Her eyes lit up and reflected this subtle beauty and she was filled with a feeling of longing. Quietly she crept down the squeaky stairs and opened the front door. Cool air blew through her hair and her overall demeanor changed as freedom now guided her steps. Her path was adamant as she   wandered through the silent streets. This was the requisite place she had always wished to be and as she stood there in the night she wished that she never had to leave.

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One day in a mean cold world there was a large fracas outside in the middle of the street. They were throwing punches and kicking each other. They were also saying raucous things to each other. I was in my four-story apartment taking a nap when everything went down. So I threw on my robe while very somnolent and ran down the stairs. I stumbled over myself multiple times. As I got closer to what was now a full on WWE match it got even more vehement. My mind was very eager to do the zealous thing but then I was like not my problem.  Then I went back to sleep.
The End

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Outside, the girl heard a fracas on the other side of her window. It was very grotesque. She called out her mother and her mother called out their neighbors for help. There was a lot of pandemonium during this calling. Outside her window was a raccoon. Her neighbor called animal control as the girl tried to cancel the call. She wondered why her neighbor would call animal control on an animal in their own habitat. After animal control took away the raccoon, her neighbor was very complacent about the fact that he 'saved' the neighborhood.

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Gladys is a fracas animal. She is like a grotesque raccoon. She is unable to  acclimate to the warm weather of the north. Gladys eats savory garage (or garbage), its delicious and nutritious. She is a raucous raccoon. I think we can all concur that Gladys is an appealing house pet. The picture is of Gladys, please adopt her, she wants a home. She is a very lovable house pet as long as you don't get on her bad side.

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She was COMPLACENT with her speech she had prepared. She approached the stage and spoke with a respectful tone. As she expressed her ideas the student body didn't seem as RECEPTIVE as she had hoped them to be. They did not enjoy her ideas and did not CONCUR. She attempted to EXPLICATE her points thoroughly but failed to do so. Afterwords, she was quite RETICENT and hated speaking in front of others.

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As she watched the vehement waves rolling in on the shore, she knew a the storm was on its way. Miami was first put under a cat 5 hurricane warning earlier that day and preparations for it had caused pandemonium all over the state of Florida. Paris's family had also been in a fracas all day rushing to get bottled water, canned foods and generators to make sure they were prepared. The news was turned on as anchors were carefully explicating the important safety precautions so no one would be harmed in the storm. Because of her phobia of storms and PTSD from a storm she was caught in as a child, Paris was understandably reticent acting in the hours leading up to the hurricane.

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My soccer team is very SOMNOLENT. We went to go play a soccer game at 5:30 all the way in Florence. All the girls on Kings Academy team were very ZEALOUS to playing soccer and winning. The refs weren't that good and there was ton of FRACAS all around. A RAUCOUS voice came from a parent in the stand from there team because they didn't score the whole first half and they were the upper dogs. All of us were young and our first year as a soccer team. We ACCLIMATED to soccer on just our first year.

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The press had a major defamation on Taylor Swift. She lashed out on them in a fracas. It was known that she was abrasive but this was unheard of. Once the news of her fight broke out, all she could feel was chagrin and shame. Her fans tried to back up her reason, but it only ended in pandemonium. Taylor was forced to quit her career as a singer and work at Wendy's. The End

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There was once a complacent young lad. He had a vehement body. He had a very zealous attitude towards collecting spoons. His spoon collection was abrasive toward others. They all wished they could have his spoons. But he explicated that if they took his spoons, he would burn their house down.

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lilah just moved to new york. She was having a hard time ACCLIMATING to the big city. she often found it hard to sleep at night due to the RAUCOUS sounds of the city. lilah's family told her she must RENOUNCE her spot in their house when she turned 18. she and her mom caused quite the FRACAS in their living room, and the neighbors even could hear their PANDEMONIUM. she left the house with a CHAGRIN look all over her face. now she's COMPLACENT in the one-room apartment she shared.
she cooks SAVORY chunks of beef for wet dog food cans for a living. she was very ZEALOUS for her beef cooking job and did it with flair. she has a coworker she doesn't like. she often has to REPRESS her mean thoughts so they can get along.