Podson, yawning and frowsing out of his blanket, gaped at this ultimatum in the dawn.
We should use up most of the fuel.
a lingy moor
[I]n this mythic America, we fly along in the fast lane, placing bets against flashing lights in the rearview mirror, against the dreaded sidle into the gravel and the voice at the window demanding our license.
アカウントを持っていませんか? 新規登録
アカウントを持っていますか? ログイン
DiQt(ディクト)
無料
★★★★★★★★★★