My hometown was a wonderful (or choose your own adjective) place to grow up.
Waves splash off the slippery rocks; the wind swiftly swept though my small summer town.
Laci had a rather eccentric style.
A rather large women opens the door to our classroom; her clothes were baggy and her hair was long and dark, her big flowery sweater made me giggle, "Is this my teacher?"
Mr. Brown is the worst teacher I’ve ever had.
Mr. Brown;He seemed to talk for hours; although it was made clear we'd never get to today's assignments.
The room seemed very institutional.
The door shut and i was finally alone, the lights flickered above my head and the heat was extreme. when the doctor came in we barley managed to cram ourselves in.
Nice job--I esp. like the first two.
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