1.) The paperclips were organized by size. The spices in the pantry stood neatly in alphabetical order. He couldn't stand untidiness; he wiped the blood away.
2.) I stretched my spine, hoping against hope. Maybe willpower alone would transform centimeters into inches. I lifted my chin. But no. Five feet tall forever.
3.) Tension crackled in the heavy clouds. Raindrops poured down violently. Thunder rolled.
"The weather's bad," one said.
"True. Let's kill him tomorrow," said the other.
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