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Simile: Hurtling out and down, like a Canada goose shot from the sky.
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Simile: I felt it, too, like a chill from lingering too long at a drafty window.
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Simile: He'd crossed the space between us and scooped me up as if I were a little kid.
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Simile: I wrote of Mom's eyes melting like wax.
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Simile: Tears fell like rain.
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Simile: Him in the middle of some terrible battle where men on both sides fell like ripening cherries in a hail storm.
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Simile: The words flooded out, but they hit like separate waves: crashing, crashing, crashing.
why are there so many similes?
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