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p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;"span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"The /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"saturnine/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" young British man looked down at the /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"atlas/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" he was holding. His once simple task suddenly seemed hopelessly /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"quixotic/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" to him. He turned to the boy sitting next to him, a much more j/spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"ovial/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" person. The second man, Alfred, leaned foreword and stared out of the windshield of the car they were currently residing in. "Hey Artie. Are we there yet?" he said in his obnoxiously loud American accent. 'Artie' glared at his companion, the one man he cared about enough to call his arch /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"nemesis/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;". He glared daggers at his little atlas, looking anywhere but Alfred. Alfred did not seem to notice. He simply shrugged and smiled. "Well, I don't really care how long it takes. We ain't got no specific time to be at the meeting. Besides," Alfred grinned as he pulled a McDonalds hamburger out of the front compartment of the car. "Nobody'd care if we didn't even turn up at all!" This action nearly /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"galvanized/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" Arthur to murder the blonde next to him. The first sin Arthur believed Alfred had committed that moment was the presence of many /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"solecism/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"s in Al's horrid /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"vernacular/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;". Arthur preferred the more /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"archaic/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" ways of the world, such as the use of proper language. The second and maybe the worst was the presence of that awful excuse for a food. Arthur was forever an /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"epicure/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" and only ate what he believed to be the best food, though nobody else would touch his scones. He had been told they tasted like rocks and sat in stomaches as such. About to strangle Alfred, Arthur looked up in time to see Alfred smiling goofily at him. His heart melted and his impatience was immediately forgotten as he laid eyes on the sweetest and most well-meaning American he had ever met./span/p
p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;"A/N: I wrote this for vocabulary homework, and I have to do one every week. I could make this into a collection if someone likes this. If you'd like more, please review and tell me! Thanks! :)/p
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p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;"span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"The /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"saturnine/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" young British man looked down at the /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"atlas/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" he was holding. His once simple task suddenly seemed hopelessly /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"quixotic/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" to him. He turned to the boy sitting next to him, a much more j/spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"ovial/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" person. The second man, Alfred, leaned foreword and stared out of the windshield of the car they were currently residing in. "Hey Artie. Are we there yet?" he said in his obnoxiously loud American accent. 'Artie' glared at his companion, the one man he cared about enough to call his arch /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"nemesis/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;". He glared daggers at his little atlas, looking anywhere but Alfred. Alfred did not seem to notice. He simply shrugged and smiled. "Well, I don't really care how long it takes. We ain't got no specific time to be at the meeting. Besides," Alfred grinned as he pulled a McDonalds hamburger out of the front compartment of the car. "Nobody'd care if we didn't even turn up at all!" This action nearly /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"galvanized/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" Arthur to murder the blonde next to him. The first sin Arthur believed Alfred had committed that moment was the presence of many /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"solecism/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"s in Al's horrid /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"vernacular/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;". Arthur preferred the more /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"archaic/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" ways of the world, such as the use of proper language. The second and maybe the worst was the presence of that awful excuse for a food. Arthur was forever an /spanspan style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"epicure/spanspan style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;" and only ate what he believed to be the best food, though nobody else would touch his scones. He had been told they tasted like rocks and sat in stomaches as such. About to strangle Alfred, Arthur looked up in time to see Alfred smiling goofily at him. His heart melted and his impatience was immediately forgotten as he laid eyes on the sweetest and most well-meaning American he had ever met./span/p
p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;"A/N: I wrote this for vocabulary homework, and I have to do one every week. I could make this into a collection if someone likes this. If you'd like more, please review and tell me! Thanks! :)/p