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There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.

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Bride knoweth bride at the glance of an eye. And between them swiftly passes comfort and meaning in a language that man and widows wot not of.
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Bridge Comfortable Eyes Language Widow
Of habit, the power that keeps the earth from flying to pieces; though there is some silly theory of gravitation.
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Gravitation Habit Pieces Power Theory
What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?
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Expectation Ocean World
He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
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Clear Himself Sunshine Weather
Write what you like; there is no other rule.
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Rule Writing Yourself
When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
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Art Love Oneself Service
The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.
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Adventure Calculate Fate Greatness True
A story with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito. It bores you, and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience.
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Boredom Conscience Irritate Morals
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
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Domination Down Moral Reflection Smile
A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
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Air Hot Show Vote Way
She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed–necessary but scarcely noticed.
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Air Breathe Life Necessary Notice Scarce
There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
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Day Oneself Ourselves Patriotic
You can’t appreciate home till you’ve left it, money till it’s spent, your wife till she’s joined a woman’s club, nor Old Glory till you see it hanging on a broomstick on the shanty of a consul in a foreign town.
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Appreciation Foreign Town Wife Woman Yourself
Broadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
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Gold Greatness Wash
If you can’t write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.
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Forget Please Story Writing Yourself
I’ll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.
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Myself Secret Story Writing

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