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Why English teachers retire early: Actual Analogies and Metaphors Found in High School Essays
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a thigh master.
She grew on him like E. coli and he was room temperature Canadian beef. She had a deep throaty genuine laugh like that sound a dog makes just before he throws up.
He was as tall as a six foot three inch tree.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
The ballerina rose gracefully on points and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across a grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 PM, traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 PM, at a speed of 35 mph.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids with power tools.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
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.
“Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
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.
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.
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