She lookbooked little black dresses in order to locate the one she wanted.
The Blind Girl never knew that ceilings were discoloured, walls blotched and bare of plaster here and there, high crevices unstopped and widening every day, beams mouldering and tending downward.
I suppose the grog they serve out so liberally to those Diegos to keep up their courage in a fight had something to do with it. By Jove! that was a narrow escape.
Diegos
[…] if their presentation becomes one, long drone-athon, audience members may contemplate pulling out their fingernails just to stay awake.
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