Make an incomplete sentence

which for Edith was the source of her quandary. She stared endlessly at the log, pondering its origin. Was it once a man's friend, was it a tree that had given up. Who knows? All she knew was that...
 
excitement, adventure and romance. Nothing could have
 
rename this thread "random incomplete sentences"
 
submit her self to an exhilarating series of
 
leave an explanation demanding rosy
 
bought late one night watching
 
lack of action destroys a heart of
 
reprimand for not paying attention to
 
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