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Boîte

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[ bwat ]

Noun

  1. A small restaurant or nightclub.

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The details were undoubtedly off. Linus was sure of that. His mind was fuzzy as if the connections between things were missing, but the details were there, and they were just… off.

He sat at a table, alone, with a nice white tablecloth and a small candle burning in the middle. An empty plate, besides a few crumbs and smears of a brown sauce upon it—remnants of a meal eaten—lay before him. At the seat to his right, another plate had a few french fries and ketchup left on it. 

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Psychogenic

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picnic setting on meadow with copy space.

[ sy-kuh-JEN-ik ]

Adjective

  1. Originating in the mind (having a psychological rather than a physiological cause).

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She wanted peace, and when she opened her eyes, that’s what she had. Pure white light filled Georgia’s eyes, and the warmth on her skin was divine. The grass she laid on was the perfect balance of hard and soft. There wasn’t a single sound. Peace.

Georgia sat up and took in the surroundings, drinking up the perfect day. She sighed in the delight of it all. Just perfect. Well, she thought, a bit of wine and cheese would… 

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Camber

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[ KAM-bər ]

Noun

  1. The slightly convex or arched shape of a road or other horizontal surface.

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Don’t do it, Geff!” said Rojjer. 

“Yea… it’s not safe!” Aami said.

Geff looked at his two friends, hearing their words, listening intently, trying to see their side of things. Not even their side of things, but rather everyone’s side except for his. 

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Anemious

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[ uh-NEE-mi-uhs ]

Adjective

  1. Exposed to wind; windswept.

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Being a member of TOFS is an honor and a burden, a pleasure and a curse. Tellers Of Forgotten Souls is just as much about watching as it is telling. The pleasure is that we get access to incredible technology—technology to see the past from any point. The curse is to endlessly watch stories that end in destruction.

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Endogenous

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[ en-DAH-jən-əs ]

Adjective

  1. Having an internal cause or origin.
  2. Confined within a group or society.

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Brin felt… odd. She sipped her fresh-squeezed orange juice and eyed her half-eaten plate of eggs and toast with suspicion. Yet, with a little thought, it was quickly apparent that this wasn’t some stomach ache.

“Brin, honey?” her mom said while she fried up more eggs in the cast iron skillet. “Not hungry?”