The observant police officer noticed that my tax disk was out-of-date.

I am also starting a folk-entourage school where you can go into gladitorial training to hang out in hip crowds with budding young folk stars.

We danced a slow-tempoed waltz.

I’m not overly keen on the idea of setting to sea on ships with contraptions like the sambucae on board either, Crespo, but orders are orders.[…]There were fewer projectiles coming down here, because the enemy artillerymen were concentrating on the Romans directly below their positions. Some way off to his right, the sambuca on the craft that had come in at the same time as theirs had just been grabbed by another iron claw.