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         <title>Joshua Van Akin: Sentence Combining</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. Tony sat on the edge of a mauve, plush sofa waiting for his date<br><br>2. The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor, which was fitting because her father was a mortician.<br><br>3. A gas log cheerlessly burned, bathing the room in antiseptic warmth.<br><br>4.&nbsp; The firelight was flickering while the screen of a TV console&nbsp; reflected the firelight.<br><br>5. Heavy gold draperies extended along one like a dark shroud while a painting depicted a fading sunlight over an ocean shore.<br><br>6. The quietness&nbsp; of the room and the suggestions of death and dying seemed eerie.<br><br>7. In front of him was a marble table with polished networks of veins and capillaries.<br><br>8. He traced its lines with eyes while he listened to a mantle clock.<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>waiting for his date to appear Tony set on the edge of the plush mauve sofa.The room felt and looked like&nbsp;a funeral Parlor it seemed fitting because her father was a mortician.A gas log burned in the fireplace the burning was cheerless the room was bathed with warmth it was antiseptic.A TV console was beside it the screen reflected he firelight that was flickering.Gold heavy dark shroud drapes extended along the wall a painting depicted fading sunlight over an ocean shore.The quietness of the room seemed eerie </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Sentence Combining </title>
         <author>brookekb</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Sitting on the plush, mauve sofa, Tony waited for his date to appear.&nbsp;<br>The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor, which seemed fitting as her father was a mortician.<br>A gas log burned cheerless in the fireplace, as it bathed the room with an antiseptic warmth.&nbsp;<br>The TV console reflected a flicking firelight.<br>Extending along the wall were heavy gold draperies, acting like a dark shroud. A painting depicted faded over an ocean shore.&nbsp;<br>The quit room and suggestions of death and dying seemed eerie.&nbsp;<br>A marble table with polished networks of veins and caterpillars stood in front of him.&nbsp;<br>While he listened to the mantle clock, he traced the lines with&nbsp;his eyes. <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Title</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the edge of a plush, mauve sofa while he waited for his date.<br>The room looked and felt like a funeral parlor and it seemed only fitting, since her father was a mortitian.<br>A gas log burned cheerlessly in the fireplace and bathed the room with antiseptic warmth.<br>Next to it stood a TV console and its screen reflected the flickering firelight.<br>Heavy gold drapiers extended along one wall like a dark&nbsp; shroud.<br>The painting depicted sunlight fading over an ocean shore.<br>The eerie quiteness of the room suggested dying and death.<br>Infront of him was a polished marble table with veins and capillaries. He traced its lines with his eyes as he listend to the mantle clock.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Makayla</title>
         <author>makaylara</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the push mauve sofa while he waited for his dae to appear</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Sentence Combining</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>waiting for his date to appear Tony sat on the edge of of pluffy mauve sofa<br><br>The room felt like a funeral parlor this seemed only fitting because her father was a morticain<br><br>A gas log burned in the fire place Its&nbsp; burning was cheerless The warmth was antiseptic&nbsp;<br><br>next to it stood a tv Its screen reflectd the firelight the firelight was flickering&nbsp;<br><br>heavy gold dparapes hung on the wall they were like a dark shroud a paintig in the sunlight as the sunset on the ocean&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Bryan Brooks</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony waited for his date to appear by sitting on the edge of the plush,mauve sofa.<br>The room felt,look like a funeral parlor and this seemed fitting because her father was a mortician.<br>The room was bathed with warmth which was antiseptic because a gas log burned in the fireplace which was cheerless.<br>The firelight was flickering and the TV console screen reflected the fire light.<br>Gold draperies were heavy and extended along one wall like a dark shroud, and a painting depicted fading sunlight which was over an ocean shore.<br>The quietness of the room, suggestions of death, and suggestions of dying seemed eerie.<br>In front of him was a marble table and it had networks of veins, capillaries, and were polished.&nbsp;<br>He traced it's lines with his eye while listening to a mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Michael Guyse sentence combining </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&nbsp;<br><br>a gas logged burned cheerlessly in the fireplace , the room was bathed in warmth like a antiseptic&nbsp;<br><br>next to the fireplace was a tv which reflected the flickering fire light<br><br>heavy gold draperies extended along the wall acting like a dark shroud<br><br>the quietness of the room seemed eerie, as if there was death.<br><br>in front of him was a marble table, had networks of views, capillaries, and where polished&nbsp;<br><br>as he listened to the mantle clock he traced its lines with his eyes<br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Tre&#39; .R</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the edge of the plush, mauve sofa waiting for his date to appear. The room felt and looked like a funeral, this description seemed fitting because his father was a mortician. A gas log burned in the fireplace cheerlessly bathing the room with antiseptic warmth. Next to it stood a TV reflecting the flickering firelight. Heavy shroud like draperies covered the wall. A painting depicted the fading sunlight over the ocean shore. The quietness of the roomed seamed eerie suggesting of eerie death. In front was a marble table which illustrated a network of veins and capillaries  that were polished.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Riley Lovell</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. The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor, which seemed only fitting, considering her father was a mortician. A gas log burned cheerlessly in the fireplace, filling the room with antiseptic warmth. Next to the fireplace was a TV which reflected the flickering firelight. Heavy gold draperies extended along one wall, acting like a dark shroud.A painting depicted fading sunlight over an ocean shore. Eerie quietness and suggestions of dying and death filled the room. In front of him sat a marble table with polished networks of veins and capillaries. He traced its lines with his eye as he listened to the mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Kylah Nelson</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the edge of the plush mauve sofa waiting for his date to appear. The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor, which seemed only fitting since her father was a mortician. The cheerless burning gas log in the fireplace bathed the room with antiseptic warmth. Next to it stood a tv console with a screen that reflected the flickering firelight. Gold heavy draperies were like a dark shroud extending along the wall. Also on the wall, was a painting that depicted fading sunlight over an ocean shore.<br>In the quite room the suggestions of death and dying came across as eerie. In front of him was a polished marble table with a network of veins and capillaries. As he waited, he traced the lines of the mantle clock with his eyes.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Meg Catherine McComb</title>
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         <title>Brady clark</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the edge of a plush and mauve sofa while he waited for his date. The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor, which seemed only fitting, considering her father was a mortician. A gas log burned cheerlessly in the fireplace filling the room with antiseptic warmth.Next to it stood a tv console with a screen that reflected the flickering firelight. Gold heavy draperies wre like a dark shroud extending </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Brianna D&#39;Herde</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the edge of a plush, mauve sofa while waiting for his date to show up.<br>The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor, this seemed fitting because her father was a mortician.<br>A gas log burned in the fire place Its&nbsp; burning was cheerless The warmth was antiseptic.<br>A gas log burned in the fire place <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>tony sat on the plush sofa, he is waiting for his date to appear. the room seemed &amp;felt like a funeral parlor, this seemed only fitting. </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Sentence Combining Jaycen Ervin</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the edge of the plush,mauve sofa waiting for his date to appear.Her date's father,a mortician,felt like the room was a funeral parlor which was only fitting.A gas log made a cheerless burned in the fireplace and bathed the room with warmth feeling antiseptic.Next to the fireplace stood a TV console.Its screen had a reflect on the firelight and flickered.Heavy gold draperies extended along one wall acting like a dark&nbsp; shroud. A painting depicted fading sunlight over an ocean shore. The quietness of the eerie room suggested death and dying. In front of him was a table which had a polished network of veins and capillaries. He traced it,s line with his eyes as he listened to the mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat at the edge of the sofa, It was plush and mauve. Then he waited for his date to appear. The room felt and also looked like a funeral parlor. Her father was a mortician, it seemed only fitting. A gas log burned in the fireplace, it's burning was cheerless. It bathed the room with warmth, it was almost antiseptic. There stood a tv console, its screen reflected the firelight it began flickering. The draperies were heavy, they extended along one wall. It was like a dark shroud. A painting depicted fading sunlight, it was over the ocean shore. The quietness, suggestion of death and dying seemed eerie. In front of him was a marble table. It had networks of veins and capillaries, They were polished. He listened to the mantle clock as he traced its lines with his eyes.</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tony sat on the edge of the plush, mauve sofa. He waited for his date to appear. The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor. This seemed only fitting ,for her farther was a mortician. A gas log burned in the fireplace, its burning was cheerless bathing the room in a antiseptic warmth. Next to it stood a TV console, its screen reflected the flickering firelight. Gold heavy draperies extended along one wall. They were like a dark shroud painting depicted a fading sunlight over an ocean shore.&nbsp;The quietness of the room seemed eerie. The suggestions of death and dying seemed eerie. In front of him was a marble table with polished networks of veins and capillaries. He traced its lines with his eye while he listened to the mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>Tony sat on the edge of the plush, mauve sofa. He waited for his date to appear. The room felt and looked like a funeral parlor. This seemed only fitting ,for her farther was a mortician. A gas log burned in the fireplace, its burning was cheerless bathing the room in a antiseptic warmth. Next to it stood a TV console, its screen reflected the flickering firelight. Gold heavy draperies extended along one wall. They were like a dark shroud painting depicted a fading sunlight over an ocean shore. The quietness of the room seemed eerie. The suggestions of death and dying seemed eerie. In front of him was a marble table with polished networks of veins and capillaries. He traced its lines with his eye while he listened to the mantle clock.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>her father was a mortition it seemed only fitting that the room looked and felt like a funeral parlor </title>
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         <title>Brianna D&#39;Herde</title>
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