Among my favorite things about the season is the resounding crunch of stepping on a leaf, wearing pants all the time and the end of hate-watching yet another season of The Newsroom.
The Newsroom.
URSULA. She's lim'd, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam. HERO. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
I was told that he was a great biochemist but he was lost in a futile search for an active acetyl compound when “everybody knew” it was an adenyl acetyl complex.
Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depth of the cellar, but gave no intimation of ascending; so his master dived down to him, leaving me vis-à-vis the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheepdogs […].
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