always at least one smarmy bootlicking word attempting to hide
behind a larger pivotal phrase, in hopes of avoiding your red pencil. You'll normally
catch him on the first or second pass. Then you can deal with the swaggering varsity jock
words who enjoy hanging out together in the back, lazily teasing the cheerleaders. You've
got to break them up, of course, just to keep the peace. Finally, some quiet and
thoughtful words might be laboring diligently by themselves over in a corner, trying to
save everything else from going straight down the crapper. That's when it becomes
crucial to heed their muffled whimpering: "A little help over here...?"