I can't wear wool underwear: it tends to arouse me at inappropriate times.
In the picture Return of Rusty […] the little refugee boy, Loddy, is still devil-ridden with his memories of the war.
I am debating whether to risk scratching the right side of my jaw, where there is a wen.
At last came the day of days, my release.
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