And Sampson went to Gaza, and saw there a harlot, and went in to her.

And if you thought the ice was hostile, picture this. With searing temperatures and soaring levels of CO2 would come torrents of acidic rain and howling hyperhurricanes.

I could think of two separate occasions when she had deliberately lied to me.

“It's Leroy, Bertha. Where's Sam? We shoulda done been on our way to work by now. The boss man gone be offly mad if'n we late.”