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fluff
[ fluhf ]
noun
- light, downy particles, as of cotton.
- a soft, light, downy mass:
a fluff of summer clouds.
- something of no consequence:
The book is pure fluff, but fun to read.
- an error or blunder, especially an actor's memory lapse in the delivery of lines.
verb (used with object)
- to make into fluff; shake or puff out (feathers, hair, etc.) into a fluffy mass (often followed by up ):
to fluff up the sofa pillows.
- to make a mistake in:
The leading man fluffed his lines.
verb (used without object)
- to become fluffy; move, float, or settle down like fluff.
- to make a mistake, especially in the delivery of lines by a performer; blunder.
fluff
/ flʌf /
noun
- soft light particles, such as the down or nap of cotton or wool
- any light downy substance
- an object, matter, etc, of little importance; trifle
- informal.a mistake, esp in speaking or reading lines or performing music
- informal.a young woman (esp in the phrase a bit of fluff )
verb
- to make or become soft and puffy by shaking or patting; puff up
- informal.to make a mistake in performing (an action, dramatic speech, music, etc)
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Other Words From
- fluffer noun
- un·fluffed adjective
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Word History and Origins
Origin of fluff1
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Example Sentences
After missing that mark with the empty-calorie fluff of Salem, WGN is nailing it with Manhattan.
Hard-nosed criticism is squeezed out by soft stories, gossip and fluff.
Some of the fur pieces even looked like little animals with big eyes, staring out from beyond the fluff.
Despite all his high-points value moves, Obama is losing his game of Words With Americans by spouting fluff.
Unlike hoity-toity displays of pedigree fluff, the Average Joe Cat Show is a celebration of middling felines.
Because that little fluff of a Mrs Everett is too good-natured to kill or to direct the killing of anybody.
Oh, Mary had a little Lamb, regarding whose cuticular The fluff exterior was white and kinked in each particular.
The fluff from the work seemed to smother Connie that morning.
The Rector was sitting in the library, hard at work rubbing the fluff from the anemone seeds with sand.
Valeria gave a cry; she opened the little fist, and saw the soft black fluff lying there.
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