All of the Thanksgiving feast appeased my hunger.
The turkey we had bought was a carrion, so we were unable to eat it.
There was a conspiracy that my uncles were going to make the turkey explode.
The pilgrims wanted enfranchise so they sailed away.
I had an enterprise to start off saying what I was thankful for.
There was a short interim between when the pumpkin pie was brought out, and when it was all gone.
The legacy of the pilgrims is thought of every Thanksgiving.
There was multitude of dishes to choose from at the feast.
The plates being brought out was a portent of the feast about to be served.
I had to purge my house of trash before family came over.
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