Overused Words, Improve Vocabulary

Which is stronger- and why?

In my life, a lot of things happened to me like that. I hated this one girl in my class. It was in seventh grade. I hated her so much I used to always fight with her. One day, she came up to me and started asking questions about myself. Day by day we started walking together, talking,and hanging out with each other, and now she’s my best friend. I moved out from Lebanon and came here to America and we still talk and tell secrets. We are like sisters now.. When I sit and think how much I used to fight with her it amazes me, but then I realized that enemies become your best friends. / It’s not easy. Much of our culture, much of our popular literature, is based around the theme of a son avenging the death of his father. The whole “find the bastard who shot my pa” thing. You may not notice it, but I do. And every time I hear about another officer down, every time Father’s Day rolls around on the calendar, I think about my dad. And I think about his death. And I deny the existence of the man who killed him.

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Overused Words, Improve Vocabulary

Which is stronger- and why?

In my life, a lot of things happened to me like that. I hated this one girl in my class. It was in seventh grade. I hated her so much I used to always fight with her. One day, she came up to me and started asking questions about myself. Day by day we started walking together, talking,and hanging out with each other, and now she’s my best friend. I moved out from Lebanon and came here to America and we still talk and tell secrets. We are like sisters now.. When I sit and think how much I used to fight with her it amazes me, but then I realized that enemies become your best friends. / It’s not easy. Much of our culture, much of our popular literature, is based around the theme of a son avenging the death of his father. The whole “find the bastard who shot my pa” thing. You may not notice it, but I do. And every time I hear about another officer down, every time Father’s Day rolls around on the calendar, I think about my dad. And I think about his death. And I deny the existence of the man who killed him.

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