[H]e had provided vast quantities of strong beer, flip, rumbo, and burnt brandy, with plenty of Barbadoes water for the ladies […].
Even mainstream, primetime narratives in the domestic sphere, for instance, now provide unremarkable reflections on the now naive and overly optimistic promises of cybertech, the high-techs, and dotcoms.
Lightning outlines Woo Doggy's silhouette outside the backbench door. Kris stretches over to unlock it.
Her age-old weapons, flood and fire, left scars on the canyon which time will never efface.
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