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I especially like this one for the image it conjures up.
It was high noon in the jungles of South India when I began to recognize that if we didn't find water for our emus soon, it wouldn't be long before we would be traveling by foot; and with the guerilla warriors fast on our heals, I was starting to regret my decision to use poultry for transportation.
Maybe there should be a writer's competition to take these paragraphs as the first line of a story.
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