Words, words, words. As a journalist, they are my bricks and mortar.
'Wait!' she yelled, running past at least a dozen confused travelers in the security line.
I loved being a pilot, but what did that do, really, to advance humanity?
I’d never seen that part of the body before. It looks so much like drawing.
My story won in a landslide vote, but Miss Hogan had an aversion to upchucking.
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