He disgraced himself at their last soirée, corrupting keywords like some malapropian, backwoods rube. The muted snickers and blatant guffaws confused him, until someone finally corrected one of his faux pas.
All he needed was one ally. He had worked too hard to go back to being just okay. He wanted it all. He wanted to be part of the intelligentsia, not a target for their contempt.
Finagling a reluctant invitation to a holiday fête, he wended his way among the more affluent guests, dropping bons mots like bread crumbs, trying to find his way back into their erudite coterie.
Thin spiral notebook 
Your word choice was a perfect way to get across just the type of social circle this guy is trying to be a part of. Very well done.
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I pick you as the winner. I love all the big snobby words, but I’m a word nerd and I love me a thesaurus!
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I could really sense how badly he wanted to fit it!
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I am glad I knew a few of those words. Oh, I enjoyed reading this. The whole setting becomes perfect.
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I like this time of dialect, and how you played it out with your interpretation is great. Can’t wait for Leeroy to see this one.
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LOL Tara, could you have used any more high-brow, snobby hoighty-toighty words?? 🙂
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HA! That’s how I wanted the MC to come across… as better than he thought was. I guess it worked.
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Almost needed a dictionary for this wonderful word feast!
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I wrote it with a thesaurus on my knee. Bon apptit!
Tara R.
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