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      <title>First Block: Revising With Style by Patricia Beale</title>
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      <description>Combine the sentence cluster of numbered items into one or more sentences. Combine clusters if you wish.</description>
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      <pubDate>2018-08-10 17:41:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sentence Combining</title>
         <author>pbeale</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Descriptive Writing</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-10 17:51:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>(Victoria G.) </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on a plush,mauve sofa,waiting for his date to appear.<br>The room looked and felt like a funeral parlor,it seemed only fitting, in which her father was a mortician.<br>A gas log burned in the fireplace,cheerlessly bathing the room with warmth,which was antiseptic.Next to it stood a TV console,in which its screen reflected the firelight,which was flickering.<br>Gold draperies extended along one wall,and were heavy,like a dark shroud,and a painting depicted fading sunlight over an ocean shore. The quietness of the room seemed eerie as suggestions of death and dying.In front of him was a marble table,which had networks of veins and capillaries,which were polished.He traced its lines with his eye,and listened to a mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-13 14:23:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Cluster 1 (Bryce)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. Tony sat on the edge of the plush mauve sofa, waiting for his date to appear.&nbsp;<br>2. The room looked and felt like a funeral parlor which is only fitting, his dad is a mortician.<br>3. A gas log burned with cheerless in the fireplace, bathing the room with warmth that was antiseptic.<br>4. Next to it stood the TV consoles screen reflecting the flickering firelight.<br>5. Gold, heavy, and dark shroud like draperies hung along one wall along with painting depicting fading sunlight, sunlight over the ocean floor.<br>6. The quietness of the room, suggestions of death and dying seemed eerie.<br>7. In front of him a marble table with networks of veins and capillaries all were polished. <br>8. He traced it with his eye, listening to a mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-13 14:24:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Trinity C1-C8</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. On the edge of the plush mauve sofa, Tony waited for his date to appear.<br>2. The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor, this seemed only fitting as her father was a mortician.<br>3. As a gas log burned cheerlessly in the fireplace it bathed the room in an antiseptic warmth.<br>4. Next to it stood a TV console, it's screen reflecting the flickering firelight.<br>5. Heavy gold draperies extended along the wall like a dark shroud over a painting of sunlight on an ocean shore.<br>6. The quietness of the room, the suggestion of death, the suggestion of dying seemed eerie.<br>7. In front of him sat a marble table with polished networks of veins and capillaries.<br>8. He traced its lines with his eye while listening to the mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Cluster 1 Max</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp; &nbsp;Tony, sat on the edge of the plush mauve sofa, as he waited for his date.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The room reminded him of funeral parlor, which seemed fitting because her father was a mortician.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; A cheerless gas log burned in the fireplace, bathing the room in antiseptic warmth.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Next to the fireplace stands a TV console which reflected the flickering firelight.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Heavy golden draperies extended along one wall, like a dark shroud.<br>&nbsp; There was a painting depicting a sunset over the ocean.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The thought of the room seemed eerie to him.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In front of him was a polished marble table with veins and capillaries.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He traced the lines with his eyes as he listened to the mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>jaida </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>1.tony sat on the edge of the plush, mauve sofa while he waited for his date to appear<br>  2.  the room felt and like a funeral parlor this seems  only fitting and her father was a mortican. <br>3. a gas log burned in a fireplace and was burning cheerless and the room with antiseptic.<br> 4.the firelight was flickering and its screen reflected  the firelight and next to it stood a tv console. <br>5. the draperies were heavy and they were like a dark shroud.they were gold and long and the sunlight was over an ocean shore. <br>6. the quietness of the room seemed eerie and it suggestions death and dying.<br>7. in front of him was a marble table with veins and capillaries and the networks  were polished.<br>8.he traced its line with his eyes and he listened to a mantle clock.  </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-13 14:25:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Grant Cluster 1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>While waiting for his date to appear Tony sat on the edge of the plush mauve sofa.<br>Cluster 2<br>It seemed only fitting that the room looked and felt like a funeral parlor since her father was a mortician.<br>Cluster 3<br>As the gas log burned cheerless antiseptic warmth bathed the room.<br>Cluster 4<br>Flickering in the firelight there stood the TV screen console.<br>Cluster 5<br>Heavy gold draperies extended along the wall like a shroud covering a painting of the ocean shore.<br>Cluster 6<br>The quietness of the room seemed Erie and brought suggestions of death and dying.&nbsp;<br>Cluster 7<br>In front of him stood marble table with a polished network of veins and capillaries.<br>Cluster 8<br>While listening to the mantle clock he traced the mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Michael P</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the plush mauve sofa&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <title> greishka</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Sitting on the edge of the plush, mauve sofa ,Tony waited for his date.The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor which was only fitting since her father was a mortician.A cheerless log burned in the fireplace, it bathed the room with an antiseptic warmth.Next to it stood a tv console.The screen reflected the flickering firelight.Heavy gold draperies hung on one wall like dark shroud.A painting depicted fading sunlight over an ocean shore.The quietness of the room suggested death and dying which seemed eerie. Infront of him stood a marble table which had networks of polished veins and capillaries.He traced its linens with his eyes and listened</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Brianna Gonzalez</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>1.Tony sat on the edge of the plush,mauve sofa while he waited for his date to appear.&nbsp;<br>2.The room felt like a funeral parlor, only seemed fitting,her father was a mortician.<br>3. A gas log burning in the fireplace was cheerless, bathing the room with warmth,but the warmth was antiseptic.&nbsp;<br>4.The fire light was flickering while next to it stood a tv console&nbsp;<br>5.Gold, heavy draperies extended along one wall making them look like a dark shruod decipte.&nbsp;<br>6.The quietness of the room,the suggestion of death,the suggestion of dying seemed eerie.<br>7.In front of him sat a marbles table with polished networks of veins and capillaries.<br>8.He traced its lines with eyes while listening to the mantles clock.&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>John</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony was plush, and mauve while sitting on the edge of a sofa waiting for his date.<br>The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor which was fitting because her father was a mortician.<br>The cheerless burning log bathed the room with warmth which was antiseptic.<br>Next to the fireplace was a tv which reflected the flickering firelight.&nbsp;<br>The heavy gold draperies depicted fading sunlight were like a dark cloud and the sunlight was over an ocean shore.<br>The eerie quietness suggest dying, and death.<br>The marble table in front of him had a network of veins and capillaries which were polished.<br>while listening to a mantle clock he traced it with his eyes<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-13 14:25:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Alexis.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Sitting on the edge of a plush, mauve sofa, Tony waited for his date to appear. The room, feeling and looking like a funeral parlor, this seemed only fitting, as her father was a mortician. A gas log burning in the fireplace was cheerless, bathing the room with warmth, but the warmth was antiseptic. Standing next to it was a TV console. The firelight, which was flickering, reflected from its screen. Along one wall, gold draperies, heavy and like a dark shroud extended. Fading sunlight, over an ocean shore depicted from a painting. The quietness suggested death and dying, making the room eerie. A marble table, containing polished networks of veins, and capillaries sat in front of him. Tracing its lines with his eye, he listened to the mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>William</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the edge of the plush, mauve sofa as he waited for his date to appear before him. The room looked and felt like a funeral parlor, though this was fitting since her dad was a mortician. A gas log burned in a fireplace cheerlessly as it bathed the room in its antiseptic warmth. Next to the fireplace stood a TV console, whose screen reflected the fire's flickering light. Heavy golden draperies extended along the wall like a dark shroud, a painting depicted fading sunlight over an ocean shore. The quietness of the room was eerie, as well as its suggestions of death and dying. In front of him was a marble table, with polished networks  of veins and capillaries. He traced its lines with his eyes as he listened to a mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-13 14:25:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Kennedy</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Waiting for his date to appear, Tony sat on the edge of the plush, mauve sofa. The room looked and felt like a funeral parlor, this seemed only fitting since her father was a mortician. A gas log burned cheerlessly as it bathed in the room of antiseptic warmth. The flickering firelight was reflecting of the screen of the TV console. Heavy gold draperies extended along the wall like a dark shroud as the&nbsp; fading sunlight was over an ocean on a painting. The quietness of the room&nbsp; was eerie as well as its suggestions of death and dying. with polished networks of veins and capillaries , was a marble table in front of him. Tracing lines with his eyes, he listened to the mantle clock</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Maggie</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>1.) Sitting on the end of the plush, mauve, sofa, Tony waited for his date.<br>2.) Considering the girls father was a mortician, the room seemed only fitting feeling and looking like a funeral parlor.<br>3.) The room felt like a antiseptic as the room was bathed in worth by the cheerless gas log burning in the fireplace.<br>4.) The firelight flicker reflected&nbsp; in the TV console next to it.<br>5.) Heavy gold draperies, seeming like a dark shroud extended along one wall while a painting of a fading sunset over an ocean shore ran along the other.<br>6.) The quiet room suggesting of death and dying gave an eerie feel.<br>7. The&nbsp; marble table in front of Tony had a polished set of networks of veins and capillaries.<br>8.) Tony traced its lines with his eyes as a mantle clock went off. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-13 14:26:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>jake</title>
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         <title>emma young</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>1.) tony sat on the edge of the plush, mauve sofa as he waited on his date.<br>2.) the room felt and looked like a funeral parlor, this seemed fitting since her father was a mortician.<br>3.) a gas log burning in the fireplace its burning was cheerless, antiseptic and bathed the room with warmth.<br>4.) the flickering firelight reflected on the screen there stood the tv screen console.<br>5.) gold, heavy draperies extended along one wall making them look like a dark shroud.<br>6.) the quitness of the room the suggestion of death, the suggestion of dying seemed eerie.<br>7.) in front of him sat a marbles table with polished networks of veins and capiliaries.<br>8.) he traced its lines with eyes while listening the the mantles clock.<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>im stll a rat</title>
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         <title>Jaylin G</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Sitting on the edge of the plush and mauve sofa, waiting for is date.<br>The room looked like a funeral parlor, felt like a funeral parlor, but seemed only fitting, as her dad was a mortician. A gas log burned in the fireplace, but the burning was cheerless and it filled the room with antiseptic warmth. Next to it stood a TV console, its screen reflected the firefight as it was flickering.Gold heavy draperies extended along the wall, they were like dark clouds, but painting depicted the sunlight that was over seas.The quietness,suggestion of death and dying seemed eerie.In front of him was a marble table,it had polished networks of veins and capillarity.He traced the lines with his eye and listened to the mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Layla</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Sitting on the edge of a plush mauve sofa, Tony waited for his date to appear. The room looked and felt like a funeral parlor, which was only fitting because his date’s father was a mortician. Bathing the room with antiseptic warmth, a cheerless gas log burned in the fireplace. A TV console stood next to it, reflecting the flickering firelight. Heavy gold draperies extended along one wall like a dark shroud, along with a painting depicting fading sunlight over an ocean shore. The eerie quietness of the room suggested death. A marble table containing networks of polished capillaries and veins sat in front of Tony. He traced its lines with his eye while listening to a mantle clock. </div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>gavin j</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>tony sat on the plush, mauve sopha as he waited for his date&nbsp;<br><br>the room felt like a funeral parlor, looked like a funeral parlor this seemed fitting&nbsp; since her father was a mortician&nbsp;<br><br>A gas log burned in the fireplace its burning was cheerless, antiseptic and bathed the room in warm<br><br>the fire light was flickering while next to it stood a tv console its screen reflected the fire light<br><br>Gold draperies extended along the wall they were heavy like a dark shroud the sunlight was over an ocean, a painting depicted fading sunlight<br><br>the quietness of the room seemed eerie its suggestions of death seemed eerie, dying seemed eerie.<br><br>In front of him as a marble table it had networks of veins, capillaries and were polished.<br><br>he traced its line with his eye wh<br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Jacob Boyd</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Waiting for his date to appear tony sat on the edge of the plush mauve sofa.&nbsp;<br><br>The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor it seemed only fitting because her father was a mortician.<br><br>A gas log burned in the fireplace it burning was cheerless the room was bathed with an antiseptic warmth.<br><br>Next to it stood a TV console its screen reflected the flickering firelight.<br><br>Heavy gold draperies extended along one wall they were like a dark shroud a painting depicted fading sunlight over an ocean shore.<br><br>The quietness of the room seemed eerie so did the suggestion of death and dying.<br><br>In front of him was a marble table with polished network of veins and capillaries.<br><br>he listened to a mantle clock he traced its lines with his eyes.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Suheera</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>* I wish someone would copy me, what's good :(*<br><br>Tony waiting for his date to appear, decided to it on the edge of the plush, mauve sofa. His date's&nbsp; father, being a mortician, made the room look and feel like a funeral parlor which seemed only fitting. Bathed in a room antiseptic warmth, a cheerless gas log burned in the fireplace. The flickering firelight reflected on the screen that stood next to the TV console. Gold, heavy draperies extended along one wall making them look like a dark shroud depicted a painting seen with fading sunlight and an ocean shore. Its suggestions of death and dying seemed eerie from the quietness of the room.<br>The marble table in front of him had networks of veins and capillaries that were polished. While Tony listened to the mantle clock, he traced its lines with his eyes.<br>&nbsp;( bored out of his mind for real for real)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The End&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Whats good everyone :)</title>
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         <title>Tamia</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the plush, mauve sofa while  he waited on his date </div>]]></description>
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         <title>jake </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>tony sat on the plush,mauve sofa while he waited on his<br><br>the room felt like a funneral cause his dad was a&nbsp;mort</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Hayley</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Sitting on the edge of the plush, mauve sofa, Tony waited for his date to appear. Her father, who was&nbsp; a mortician, made the room feel and look like a funeral parlor, which seemed only fitting. The gas log burned cheerless in the fireplace, bathing the room with warmth, making the room feel antiseptic. The firelight was flickering which reflected upon the screen of the TV console. Gold draperies extended along one wall, very heavy like a dark shroud. A painting depicted fading sunlight over an ocean shore. The quietness of the room seemed eerie, suggestions of dying and death. In front of him was a marble table containing networks of polished veins and capillaries. Listening to a mantle clock he traced its lines with his eye.</div>]]></description>
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