Word Game 2 — Voting

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1. It was on a jaunt on the gritty seaside. We walked slowly and admired whimsical wave. Suddenly we saw an emaciated but a belligerent man. He walked toward us, brandished a big stick and cried something about niggardly government, foul red tape and needless philanthropy. We were paralysed with fright but the man passed us with surly face shouting and cursing contemporaries.

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2. One my acquaintance – history teacher – decided to fill his emaciated teacher’s pocket with money using his own professional attainments for spending tourist jaunts. He even thought over the route which should consist of contemporary monuments of ancient art visiting. Beyond all doubt, he was not going to carry on philanthropy business, meantime he was not niggardly, therefore his service should include a set of free whimsical items. He had to receive a licence however he was not ready to encounter with belligerent wall of a red tape and unfortunately he had not necessary amount of money to carry out this demand of the law. In that way all his plans and dreams crashed down like a gritty house from surly puff of the wind.

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3. I am not an emaciated stone, but I’m the gritty stone, and I lay on a beach beside lake all time and some time people used me for belligerent purposes. A surly man was walking along the beach and he was picking up contemporary stones, and it seemed to me that the man was a very niggardly person; he threw whimsical stones at the lake one by one. I do philanthropy, I always allowed somebody to throw me, and this man done, I was flying above the lake, being descending lower and lower and fell, and went up. This went on again and again for little time and I fell on the beach on the opposite side of the lake. It was my first jaunt and now, I lay on the beach again, and it is such red tape…

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