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Lesson Five Homework
Lesson Five Parts 1 & 2
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Verbs – Lesson Five Homework

Part I

1. The swiftest cyclist won the Tour De France.

2. The little girl screamed when the snake slithered over her bare foot.

3. That guy you use to work with now works for UPS and delivered a box to us from Penneys’.

4. I saw that rusty of Ford crash into the back of that new Chevy truck.

5. The little boy threw a tantrum, but he finally did all his chores.



Part II

         Sandy looked around, stunned.  She felt she had stepped back in time to her mom’s college apartment.  The pictures she’d seen might have been used as a template for Bob’s apartment. 

It was all there. Paperback books filled the bookshelves made from pine boards and cinder blocks that lined two sides of the room.  The other sterile, bone-white walls were papered with sentimental scenes of foggy beaches, stands of birch trees and leaf-filled woods, or travel posters.

Stacks of records and tapes tottered precariously beside a portable stereo in a corner—useless, since it had no needle cartridge.  Sandy didn’t see any sign of a tape player.  An odd saucer held the burnt remains of a cone of incense.  She sniffed at the stale odor of sandalwood and shook her head.

A threadbare Oriental rug covered the floor.  It was littered with a hodge-podge of over-size cushions and throw pillows, dirty glasses and several pizza boxes.  The sleep sofa might have once been blue, but it had faded to an uneven grayish color.  A Chintz covered wing chair was in another corner, batting peeping out from worn spots hidden in the floral design. 

The only new things Sandy observed was a small butcher block table and a pair of lacquered bent-wood side chairs.  Yard-sale odds and ends compromised the rest of the furnishings.  The last thing Sandy noticed was the Tiffany-style lamp.  She chuckled to herself as she realized it was the very same lamp her mom had made from a kit.

She ran through the bead curtains that hung in front of the door and escaped this ‘70’s nightmare.  An hour later she relaxed in comfort in her sleek, modern, glass and chrome filled apartment across town.

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