Of these faults, the worst, perhaps, were classable under the general head of inverisimilitude.

Originally, a tiny wartime house sat on the corner lot facing on Dunsmure St.

“I’m pumped!” he exclaimed, having just been told that a new graft will increase the size of his cherimoyas, and that he can easily hand pollinate his underproducing eggfruits.

Carrying a heavy suitcase, he had a lopsided gait.