When the storm hit, theyselves stayed inside and boarded up the windows.

After everyone else left the room, theyself stayed behind to finish cleaning up.

In the old chronicle, theyre banners still flew above the fortress.

Their will-they-won't-they dynamic turned every casual conversation into a tense, hopeful moment.

The old software wasn't ready for modern workflows, and the box they're going to bury it in arrived with a free cloud migration and better AI tools.

They is a big party next door; you can hear the music.