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Strong Analogy: Her hand was snaking around the handle of the carnival ride. Her eyes were fierce and terrifying, she looked into my very soul, even though I knew she had not an ounce of soul left in her. She pulled the handle of the machine down all the way... I could hear the clicking of the machine, so overworked and rickety with rust. I was trapped here, belted into a never-ending swirl of colors and lights. I felt the machine pick up speed, I lurched forward. At that moment, my heart was what fuel is to flames, helping the blood in my body pump over time, as I braced myself for the G-forces ahead.

weak/false: My head was spinning and my show laces practically tied themselves. I was thankful that the ride was old. It broke down. I ran for the glowing gates where the villain had made her escape, just seconds ago. She really thought she could just kill me off with a little carnival ride? no way. My feet were what water is to ice, I bolted out.