[…] spreading over my bedding an indian-rubber poncho to exclude the rain.
I just can't get on with these new glasses.
Hostile forces are putting pressure on our people. Take out their supply line to give our troops room to breathe.
'Oh my, I'm all over the shop,' said Mhairi, as she mispaddled into a tangle of mangroves at one point, and stiff grey fingers dangling above quested for root space in her hair.
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