I beg of Christ , the infinitely glorious , and only begotten Son of God , King of kings , Preserver of life , the merciful Author and Defender of our salvation , the Glory of heaven , the Brightness of his Father's glory , according to his infinite goodness, unto whose everlasting dominion all things are subject, that are in heaven and in earth; that we, miserable men, whom nature hath brought into this wretched condition, who are poor and needy, naked and blind, and utterly destroyed, being restored by his bounty, and having salvation bestowed upon us by his free gift, and being clothed with his ornaments, and enriched with his wealth, and carried on by the safe conduct of his Spirit— may grow in him daily more and more, and never fall from him, being strong in the faith, and fruitful in good works;
I wasn't your typical breast-augmentation candidate, if there is such a thing. […] First I helped myself … went through all the do-it-yourself (bobby socks, cotton, little balloons filled with water—one broke one day and talk about slushy!) augmenting. Most of the time the augmenting did help … one looked bosomier, lusher.
Suppose we permit irregular skippings and connect, for example, 1 with 3 with 6 with 2 with 4 – but now we cannot skip any more because the only missing point is the adjacent point 5.
When he asked to have a look at my bank statements, I didn't think much of it, but now I'm certain he was up to something no good.
