Fear sounds like the snap of a leather belt.
Her hands were as warm as fried chicken.
Sadness looks like third place. (Interesting, since the kid who came up with this has bottomed out this week with the spectacular class average of 22. I guess last place isn't as sad as third place to him?)
Love sounds like a squeaky mattress. (Hey, at least they understand simile.)
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