The people who moved out of the house next door bequeathed him a playgroundful of equipment—slide, swings, seesaw, jungle gym—for the grandchildren.

Before the negotiation and due diligence started, we agreed to sign a letter of intent.

Ah, you whoreſon loggerhead, you were borne to do me ſhame.

Those pinkoid lesbocrats from Massachusetts just don't get it. We americans are god's chosen people (along with all jews of course).