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Here are some metaphors from high school essays that will make you wince. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli and he was roomtemperature Canadian beer. She had a deep throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup. Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. The hailstones leaped from the pavement like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her like a dog at a fire hydrant. She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall. | ||
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