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* Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides
gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

* His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
underpants in a washing machine.

* The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr.
on a Dr Pepper can.

* The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet
of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

* The plan was simple, like my mate Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just
might work.

* The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating
for while.

* "Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on
31P-a-pint night.

* He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a
real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or
something.

* The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg
behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.

* The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric
fan set on medium.

* She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword.

* Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation
thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened. ¶ 04:37

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