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    Tom is a turkey who hates Thanksgiving. Except this year he is going to his visit his family. He lives in Lexington, North Carolina and he is driving 1,572 miles to Miami, Florida. Apparently, Miami is cold this year. I blame gobbal chilling, the opposite of global warming. Sadly, Tom didn’t have enough clothing, so he goes and buys an additional 5 items. A sweater, $47.50, blue jeans, $79.99, a scarf, $17.75, a pair of mittens, $5.99, and boots, $89.99, but there is a sales tax (7%) and he has a

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    Mr. Henley, I’m writing to thank you for all of the beautiful songs that you’ve written throughout the years. They are so eloquently written, heartfelt, deep, complex, and you sing with so much emotion. You have this God given talent and class, and I’m so glad that you put it to such beautiful and meaningful use. Your songs touch my soul and my heart. They speak truth and they speak to real people. They make you feel emotions that you thought were gone, teach you to forgive, to be honest, and

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    I have to give the guys directions. No mistakes.
 Yes, but this plan needs me and you. We haven 't felt that rush in a long time. We have to bring Mondli closer. Don 't put everything we 've worked for so hard for on the line. 
 - Why do other cops take bribes, then? - Like you 've just said, our job is very difficult. That 's why sometimes you have to do certain things... so you can take care of your family. - MaMlambo and Mam 'Madlala fired me. - Are you sure about that? - I was

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    It wasn’t my fault that England and France decided to go to war. It wasn’t me who decided that stealing King Philippe’s cow was a great idea. I didn’t declare war; I hadn’t even wanted a war. And, so, why was I sitting in a jail cell with a whole bunch of other innocent British? Why was it that I was soon to be sold as a slave for the crimes my country committed? Oh, I’m sure England was doing the same thing, but why me. “Your number is 1-0-6-4-2.” A guard with a heavy French accent told me as

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    When I was around ten years old, I had a slight obsession with eating steak. Anytime my family and I would go out to eat dinner at a restaurant I would always order steak. In retrospect, doing this was probably not very healthy (or good for my parents’ wallets.) Anywho, one day we had gone to Cracker Barrell and you can only imagine what I ended up ordering. Yes, you guessed it. Steak. Since I was used to eating steak from the countless times I had had it before, I started taking larger bites than

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    'Hey David, get up we need to talk.' Shouts out Officer Cameroon 'Go away' David shouts louder still drunk 'Hurry up, or you will be charged with fail to co-operate.' 'You can't do that,' David slurs out barely speaking 'Try me,' Cameroon said as he walks away What happened? why am I here? I must have had a rough night again. David stumbles out of his bed and onto his feet. Takes a moment to balance himself without the wall, then stumble his way to the out of the cell. He remembers when he was

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    It was the smell of smoke that was the reason I awoke on that dreadful night.The smoke was not from that of a candle nor of a fire, but rather the heavy pungent smoke from a cigarette.The unmistakable scent sent shivers racing up my spine and memories seeping into my brain.In the 25 years, I have lived only one individual I had encountered smoked strawberry cigarettes.I sat silently and pleaded that I was still dreaming, that the scent was conjured up by my imagination.And when I finally did sit

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    Descriptive Moment

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    Determination On the first day of summer in 2010, I encountered a life changing event. It was a cool damp evening after the last day of school, and we were having a barbeque at my neighbors house. My best friends Tony and Sarah lived there and we had plans to stay the first night of summer in their aunts tiny old pop-up camper. We all were sitting on their patio on the cold and clammy tile, laughing, telling stories, and eating. My neighbor, Tom, had grilled hot dogs, and Mary and my Mother had

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    My Singing Journey

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    A friend from my childhood once told me “dream on, and sing louder”. This friend pushed this saying deep into my heart until it made it seem as if it kept my heart beating. I never really began to understand what she meant when she repeated this saying to me until she explained it. She said to me that to dream on is to not give up, and to sing louder is to not let anyone take my voice away from me. Singing has always been a huge part in my life from singing in talent shows to singing in the shower

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    others. I compared Columbia pictures 1996 version with Kenneth Branagh playing the role of Hamlet versus BBC’s 2009 Hamlet in which David Tennant played the honorable role of Hamlet. When comparing both movies I found a lot of similarities but there was one major difference when I compared the “To be or not to be” scene. The scenes vary in multiple ways whether it is lighting, focus, camera movements, and even the actors that play Hamlet. I first want to dissect the 1996 movie in which Kenneth Branagh

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