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and Potiphar’s wife wouldn’t have done such a thing. Thinking this made her head complicated, and she slightly frowned, bringing a hand to her forehead. Suddenly, she remembered something. Recently, Potiphar’s wife had been appearing...

some sort of subjectivity. And that’s the true power of “like.” Subjectivity is something that’s often frowned on and not taken as seriously as something that’s considered a cold, hard fact. Absolutely. There are a number of reasons...

I When my sister showed Dad her report card today, He frowned and scolded her with two sweet chestnuts. She ran to the study, tears in her eyes, While cicadas outside sang lullabies. I followed her there, where she had drawn A cicada...

surgery.” The resident therapy dog brushed my leg and looked up with expectant eyes. Instead of petting him, I frowned at the image on the screen. Wasn’t this MRI supposed to provide answers? If my back looks good, why the chronic pain...