one word [suit]
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Andrew had a problem; learning to write had been a joy but learning to spell had been a bother. It began when his mother taught him to extemporeanously speak on subjects. This practice turned to highly-structured presentations; eventually Andrew was able to speak quite succinctly on any number of topics; but he could not spell.
When Andrew was ten, he entered a writing contest. Hundreds of entries later, Andrew's essay on the harmonious interaction of bees won the engagement, and Andrew was given the opportunity to speak in front of an audience; having trained for this for the better part of his life he was completely prepared.
He was not prepared for his sister. One year his senior, but already a world-chamption speller, Margaret had always envied Andrew his ability to spontenously speak on any topic. More to torture Andrew than anything else, Margaret always prefaced their discussions with a simple word to spell; Andrew would stumble and Margaret would take advantage.
Thus it was that, the morning of the presentation, Margaret asked Andrew for help with her homework. Loving his sister, Andrew was happy to help.
"Andrew, I need your help with something," asked Margaret.
"Yes, 'ret," replied Andrew. He had spent most of the night excitedly going over his notes.
"Well, I've gotten most of my homework done," responded Margaret. "All I need is this one thing."
"... and that is," asked Andrew.
"Yes," said Margaret. "The word for a hotel room is 'suite'. Is there an 'e' in it?"
"Um ... um ... w ... well," stammered Andrew, barely able to breathe. "I ... I don't know."
Andrew had a problem; learning to write had been a joy but learning to spell had been a bother. It began when his mother taught him to extemporeanously speak on subjects. This practice turned to highly-structured presentations; eventually Andrew was able to speak quite succinctly on any number of topics; but he could not spell.
When Andrew was ten, he entered a writing contest. Hundreds of entries later, Andrew's essay on the harmonious interaction of bees won the engagement, and Andrew was given the opportunity to speak in front of an audience; having trained for this for the better part of his life he was completely prepared.
He was not prepared for his sister. One year his senior, but already a world-chamption speller, Margaret had always envied Andrew his ability to spontenously speak on any topic. More to torture Andrew than anything else, Margaret always prefaced their discussions with a simple word to spell; Andrew would stumble and Margaret would take advantage.
Thus it was that, the morning of the presentation, Margaret asked Andrew for help with her homework. Loving his sister, Andrew was happy to help.
"Andrew, I need your help with something," asked Margaret.
"Yes, 'ret," replied Andrew. He had spent most of the night excitedly going over his notes.
"Well, I've gotten most of my homework done," responded Margaret. "All I need is this one thing."
"... and that is," asked Andrew.
"Yes," said Margaret. "The word for a hotel room is 'suite'. Is there an 'e' in it?"
"Um ... um ... w ... well," stammered Andrew, barely able to breathe. "I ... I don't know."
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