Analogies You Won't Find in Great Literature
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<h4>Analogies You Probably Won't Find in Great Literature:</h4>
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The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
bowling ball wouldn't.
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The man fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag
filled with vegetable soup.
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From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an
eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another
city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30.
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Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
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Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the
center.
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Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access
T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung
by mistake.
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Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
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He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
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The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when
you fry them in hot grease.
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John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who
had also never met.
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The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin
sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a
play.
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