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And I lean down to catch my breath and here comes Gretchen walking back, for she’s overshot the finish line too, huffing and puffing with her hands on her hips taking it slow, breathing in steady time like a real pro and I sort of like her a little for the first time.
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Anticipation feels like that patient ticking of a clock. It sounds of a train passing by your stop. It looks like a million pictures all shaped together into a human-like creature. It smells like a classic movie scene about Nana's Homemade Pie. It tastes like the plastic of your pen as you chew on it, waiting for class to be over.
It is truly something. Not defined, yet everywhere. Not meaningless, yet treated as if it has not a statement to please. Its weird, anticipation. It feels like the word itself is a world of its own. Yet, it is simply a letter in a alphabet of manmade print made to simply communicate with one another.
Smiths text is the historical backdrop of Virginia. Smith looked for new monetary open doors. While hunting down assets Smith and his men are as far as anyone knows, assaulted by Indians. The Indians slaughter the men that Smith was joined by amid his mission. They save Smith's life in return for his compass as that was something new and valuable for them. The Indian chief Powhatan needs Smith murdered, however his girl Pocahontas protects Smith. Smith's text is depicted as a romantic tale by a few, while others trust it is white men taking property and another society's ladies.
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I believe the answer is D
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