He saw a hat, and a most hatty hat, a piece of green felt, shaped with leather and cloth, combining in itself all the quintessentials of hatness contained in all the hats ever made.

Helen donned a pair of faded dungarees and grabbed her knapsack before rushing off to school.

The knife you are longing for is your own Crow. You post with sincereity, desperation, and you post like a fuckknuckle. (I know.)

He has settled with his creditors.