I go all out, go for the long ball, the stiff shots to the pin, aim for the back of the cup.
Then he loaded one of the lattice-shrouded cannonballs into the trebuchet’s sling, pulled out a lighter, and, as Genghis Khan’s catapulters would have done 800 years previously, lit the wooden kindling inside it and fired.
Of words indeed profuse, Of gold tenacious, their torpescent ſoul Clenches their coin
I should not want him to make a fortune—let that come later. It could turn his head, at his time of life, and in many ways be a damage to him.
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