Figurative Language Seedfolks

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The garden was a copy of the neighborhood.

turned my cheeks to marble

The truth slapped me in the face.

A remembered scent was pulling him.

She slammed the door so hard, the paint cracked.

The smell of the roasted pig called everyone.

I was fat as a wrestler.

I flew down the sidewalk and my mother practically fainted.