When we swung open the door to the stairwell, Selfie was sitting on the stairs holding her phone at different angles near her foot. As I got closer, I realized she was photographing one of her high-heeled boots. Prezbo looked puzzled. Oh, hi. She glanced up at us. I'm taking a shoefie.

I mean, he knows we never handed off the briefcase, but he never asked for it back. The million bucks was never in the briefcase! The asshole was hoping that they would kill her! You threw out a ringer for a ringer!

The whaling craft consists of harpoons, lances, lines, and sealskin buoys, all of their own workmanship.

Yet were these Florentines as self-retired / In hungry pride and gainful cowardice, / As two close Hebrews in that land inspired, / Paled in and vineyarded from beggar-spies; …