The curtain coater broke down and the factory had to close temporarily.
Then did the Priest or Flamen divide the intrails, that so he might make his augurism (the bowels being proved at the Altar.) Having looked into the bowels, they took out of every gut, member and part, a first fruits, moulded them together in the meal of green wheat-corn, then was it given to the Priest, who put thereunto frankincense, herbmary, and faire, and so burned them all together, which was called a perfect Hoast.
Before the birth of the man's child, he said: I want a son, not a daughter.
I want a son, not a daughter.
You haven't eaten your Filboid Studge! would be screamed at the appetiteless clerk as he hurried weariedly from the breakfast-table, and his evening meal would be prefaced by a warmed-up mess which would be explained as your Filboid Studge that you didn't eat this morning.
You haven't eaten your Filboid Studge!
your Filboid Studge that you didn't eat this morning.
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