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We All Can Read: The Supplemental Reader James E.

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No Music Tonight
The following story uses words that contain the consonant teams ch, ch, gh, gn, gu, kn, rh, and sc.

The scheme was that I would go to the chemist and get something for my bronchitis. From there I would slap on some cologne and trim my mustache and then knock on the door of the architect. We would drive in my machine past the spaghetti store, past the zoo with the pachyderm and rhino to the concert. The orchestra was in a league of its own, and their musical technique was outstanding. But the schedule in the brochure was vague, and we missed the performance. I was not able to disguise my fatigue and ache. Tonight I would not buy any orchids because the guide had been incorrect, and I had missed the music. Im no archangel, and I cannot stomach the loss. But I will not echo my regrets any longer. Let us get on the scent of some other scene for this evening before this night turns into chaos.

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The Architect Resigns in Disgrace


The following story uses words that contain the consonant teams ch, ch, gh, gn, gu, kn, rh, and sc.

The brochure said that the schedule would allow time for the scientists to design chemical techniques for guidance systems. What does it mean? To my chagrin, I found out that my colleagues had too much fatigue to knuckle down and get to work. One scientist developed a chronic and ghastly abscess. I must acknowledge that I probably should not have given him a mixture of strychnine, chlorophyll, and chloride, but I was bored. But still my anarchy was so out of character for me. So I had to offer to resign my job as architect. But before I could establish a dialogue, I was put on my guard by the knowledge that a chasm did now exist between me and the rogue disciples of the scholastic discipline. In short I cannot disguise the fact that my actions did ricochet. I began to descend into a gnawing, chronic fatigue so foreign to me that I was not able to orchestrate or even chronicle my ache to others.