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It's much like an itch soothed by subtle stimulation.

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The faint smell of self-assuredness greeted us upon entering the foyer.

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Hypocrisy is best served chilled.

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It's tough to accessorize your cynicism.

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It can only get ever so slightly worse than optimistic.

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Sheer tastes so much better on toast.

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We all feigned disinterest as his nose inched closer to oblivion.

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An ounce of antagonism creates a pound of pleasure.

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Our ambition was drowned in the deluge of coffeehouse chatter.

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The runway has gone the way of the dodo.

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Your vision is as sharp as the crease in his favorite chinos.

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It was there they lay dripped in semi-sweet chocolate drapery.

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She toed that fine line between humor and oppression.

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We witnessed man and throne tangled within a surreal balancing act.

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His piles of clutter morphed into paper glaciers set adrift upon a carpeted expanse.

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This moment is marked by the weight of pulmonary matters.

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Subsequent excavations revealed the gentle beast within.

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Marmalade just doesn't cut it.

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She had an uncanny resemblance to a solar eclipse.

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Your words begat harmless projectiles ricocheting back to their source.

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One by one your morals come crashing down.

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It's sort of like that feeling you get when your face is bludgeoned.

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Inverted umbilical stumps reference extra-celestial origins. 

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We're addicts for reality smacks.

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There's no time like never.

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We often pirouette to the rhythm of cracked knuckles.

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He received a quaint refreshment from the breath she exhaled.

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Alternating imagery drifts the inner eye towards solemn resolve.

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It's similar to the double-barrelled pleasure delivered from the mouth of babes.