The car went a short distance, then halted. There was something wrong with the carburetor.
She would lean her head for hours on Beatrice's shoulder, only now and then applying to her some childish and endearing epithet.
Spines are aborted branches.
When I was a little girl, if they ever called me a backward child they must have meant a looking-backward child; for I grew up to claim the proud title of the world’s champion nostalgist.
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