I lifted my head and looked upwards. Clouds of all shapes and sizes were congregating; showing entryways for nuances of light-grey and dark-grey and grey-grey all over the sky. And soon, towards me, a mizzling came tumbling down. And I let it. Droplets tinkled on my face in explosions of fertility, and the sound of…
Short note on pleonasm, and easy exercise to check understanding.
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"The door creaks open. It's hinges wail...
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Victor Verdun is fifty years old. He sits at his desk, thinking and despondent.
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