Your Mind
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I squeezed it gently at first, then a little bit harder. There seemed to
be more and more of it. I moved it towards my lips. It was a strange and
new sensation for me. I put it in my mouth and moved it around and around
with my tongue. The time soon came when I knew I had to spit it out.
It was quite an experience the 1st time I tasted toothpaste.
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I took my fingers and slowly, gently stretched it apart. It was so pure
and white. I licked it once, twice... I found I couldn't stop. I licked
it faster and faster, and harder. I began to scrape my teeth against it.
There it was, in my mouth! All sweet and creamy. I was done.
Then I threw away the outsides of my Oreo cookie.
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I was scared at first. It was very wide, and very long, and it angled
straight up. I decided I had to try it once. I slowly and carefully eased
myself onto it. It felt weird at first. Then I got used to it. I went up
and down, and up and down on it. I was really loving it.
Now I ride on escalators all the time.
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They were both round and firm. There was only the slightest difference
between the two of them. I twisted the end of one with my fingers. It was
so warm. I grabbed it with my whole hand and twisted it hard. I used my
other hand to grab the other one and twist it hard the other way.
Now there's a brighter light bulb in the living room.
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It was laying limp in my hand. It was very long, kind of thin. I slid it
between my fingers until I got to the end of it. I was turning it on. It
became firm in my hands, and the end was wet. Then it got very hard and
began gushing out of the tip.
Then I took the garden hose and watered the bushes.
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I knew it could be done. I wanted to try but I didn't know if I could do
it. I called my friend. He said he knew how to do it and would teach me.
He put his arms around me and started. I watched nervously in the mirror.
He finally finished and pulled back slowly. I felt relieved that it was
over.
I hate neckties.
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It looked warm and dark, and juicy and inviting. I wasn't sure just what
I wanted to do with it. I carefully pulled it apart with my fingers to
look into it better. I knew how great it would be if I just started
eating it.
But I decided on catsup for my burger.
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They were two of the biggest balls I had ever seen! They hung so heavy
and low. I tried lifting them gently, but that wasn't enough. They had to
be pulled, and I pulled on them very very hard. They finally came.
I moved them to a higher spot on the Christmas tree.