Twenty minutes to company, and the dining room's still not in shape to play games in!
I was never prouder of my father than on the day he went to jail.
Yes, we all broke; but not for the reason you think.
She turned a corner and there it was, just as she had feared.
The kitten glared at me and said, in Leti's voice: "It's not funny!"
The noise stopped, and then at last I was afraid.
I blame the mailman, who wasn't a man at all.
None of this existed five minutes ago, and the question now is - what to make of them?
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