Tag: Daily Essay
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Chilling Surprises
‘Maybe they didn’t mean to steal it. Maybe someone liked you and pretended to find the bracelet just to strike up a conversation.’ The hypothetical ‘someone’ was already taking shape in the theory.
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Run, Giraffe
However, the giraffe I saw that day, with its head held high as it elegantly ran, was pure wonder. Unlike its busy-moving body below, its neck was serenely still, as if it housed just a single bone.
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Boredom
In a way, boredom might be the state right before death. There’s no fitting word to bridge boredom and death. They’re both empty, trivial, and lead to a state of vanishing.
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Car Wash
Recently, that car wash closed, and I couldn’t wash my car for a while. But this morning, while fueling up, I spotted a sign saying ‘Car Wash In Operation.’ They even offered a discount with fuel, so I tried it out and was totally blown away by this convenient system!
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Year-End Reflections: Melon’s My Record
We both felt a bit relieved, it seemed. Without a word about our top tracks, we respected each other’s musical journey and celebrated our year’s listening habits.
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The Art of Creating New Slang
The boss, who was watching from the side, suddenly shouted at me. Startled, I stopped cutting just in time. I had almost made an irreversible mistake that would take months to fix. A chill ran down my spine as sweat poured from every pore.
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How Much Can You Eat?
It seemed impossible to finish all that bread, but she ate it plain, toasted with mayo, or drizzled with honey, and within minutes, she had really devoured it all!
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Fandom Passion
Personally, I’m not really cut out for the whole fandom thing. My focus isn’t great and I’m not persistent. Sure, I like things, but focusing intently on them isn’t my strong suit.
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Why Do You Need an ID for Domestic Flights?
She looked at me, expecting luggage, but I signaled no. We had a moment of understanding. She told me to get a resident registration copy from the kiosk behind. When I asked how she knew, she sighed, ‘It happens over ten times a day.’ Ignoring her judgment, I headed to the kiosk.
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A Packed Week
While eating, one friend sent a photo from a Friday night gathering, and another shared a picture of a dinner prepared for her newly promoted husband. It didn’t look like she cooked it herself, but it seemed pretty convincing. If she had made it, it might not have looked as fancy. After finishing the macarons,…