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Ambuscade - An ambush set for someone
Substantiate - To confirm that something is true or valid
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Carefully hidden, Crow crouched, listening for approaching footsteps. His hands sweating with mounting anxiety, he shifted his grip on his gun to make up for the slickness of his palms. It tightened at the hard sound of booted feet clanking against the floor as they entered the darkened room. Like an animal ready to pounce, Crow tensed in his hiding place. His keen gray eyes peered through the permeating, early morning gloom for a visual on his prey. His breathing slowed to a crawl as the footsteps came even closer; the orange haired signer shifted his grip one more time on his weapon to be sure of steadiness.
Yusei flipped the light to the living room on just in time to be privileged with an even better view of the streaming water from Crow's water gun hitting the side of Jack's face. He stood frozen in the door way as the irate blond chased the shorter male round the room, screaming threats and swear words the whole way. A long-suffered sigh fell from the blue-eyed teen before he retreated to his bedroom to avoid being involved.
"I need new friends."
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We know our friends by their defects rather than their merits
- W. Somerset Maugham
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"I have boy hips!" Carly's voice shrieked from Misty Lola's extensive closet, rending a sigh from said model. Placing her tea aside on a nearby coffee table, the elegant woman rose, and stepped into the wardrobe.
Carly, standing just inside with her hands buried in and musing her thick black hair out of panic, was starring horrified at her reflection. The pretty gray-blue dress Misty had given the reporter clung snugly to her figure. Though the girl's position gave the dress no justice, her legs spread and bent at the knee awkwardly, the older woman could tell it fit like a glove. Another sigh fell from Misty's lips.
"Carly, I've seen your hips more then you remember," Misty paused as a thought wormed its way to the forefront of her mind and smiled secretively, "and so has Jack I'll wager. I Think he and I could both on good authority guarantee you that you do not have boy hips."
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I find the female tragedy of insecurity to be hilarious. We get obsessed over issues like the tiny skin tags on our backs or that we're fat. You read one line in a magazine and it sends you into a tailspin.
Lake Bell
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