[…]and the chiefe Priests, and the Scribes sought how they might take him by craft, and put him to death.
The suspect had an ironclad alibi for his whereabouts on the night of the crime.
As I approached the Commons, I detected the foul legumey odor of cooking peas, my most hated vegetable, unless it’s in a pod and crunchy, and I’m eating Chinese food, like beef with snow pea pods.
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