Jasmine put lube on her bike chain in preparation for the big race.
There were thirty-odd people in the room.
From listening, I can't tell who composed it. Beethoven, maybe, but that's a shot in the dark.
His haggard eyes were deep-set, sunken into their sockets from exhaustion.
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