/ˈstɛnʧ/
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#2: /s/ | |
Tongue | The tongue is behind the teeth. |
Lips | |
Teeth | The teeth remain clenched. |
Air | The air flows through the tip of the tongue towards the edge of the teeth. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
#3: /t/ | |
Tongue | The tongue will come up. The front part will touch the roof of the mouth behind the top teeth. Then it will pull down to release the air. |
Teeth | The teeth are together. Then they separate. |
Air | Air passes through the mouth. First, the air stops. Then, it flows. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
#4: /ɛ/ | |
Tongue | The tongue tip touches the back of the bottom front teeth. The middle part of the tongue arches up towards the roof of the mouth. |
Jaw | The jaw drops. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#5: /n/ | |
Tongue | Your tongue is against the ridge behind the top teeth. |
Air | The air flows through the nose. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#6: /ʧ/ | |
Tongue | The tongue raises. It touches the roof of the mouth. Then it presses the roof of the mouth. Finally, it releases. |
Lips | The corners of the lips are in. The rest of the lips flare. |
Teeth | The teeth are together. |
Air | The air passes through the mouth. The air builds up when tongue presses the roof of the mouth. The air comes through when the tongue releases. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
I walked into the bathroom and was hit with such a stench, I swear I saw my nose hairs curl.
Silly Sally sat on the stenchy bench, singing silly songs without a sense. Watching the stars and scratching her head, Sally smelled the stench without any dread. She stayed put and sang until dawn, and left the stenchy bench with a big yawn.
Romantic love allows you to focus mating energy. Attachment sustains that relationship as long as necessary to raise your baby.
Helen Fisher
roʊˈmæntɪk lʌv əˈlaʊz ju tu ˈfoʊkəs ˈmeɪtɪŋ ˈɛnərʤi əˈtæʧmənt səˈsteɪnz ðæt riˈleɪʃənˌʃɪp æz lɔŋ æz ˈnɛsəˌsɛri tu reɪz jʊər ˈbeɪbi