After nearly choking, Joe cocked a brow over the edge of his coffee cup. “Me?” He pokered up in affront. “I haven't done a damn thing.”

[…] And again, becauſe ſome Men are not guided by Reaſon, but a belluine Appetite of ſenſible things, and owning no eſſential Diſtinction of moral Good and Evil, or of Mine and Thine, have no other Standard to act by, and no other End in view, but only their temporal Self-intereſt; […]

Let this train wreck burn more slowly / Kids are victims in this story / Drown our youth with useless warnings / Teenage rules, they're fucked and boring

We heard the peculiar note of the woodcock, which resembles the repeated croaking of the frog, followed by a sharp hissing sound, somewhat like the noisy chirping of the wagtail[.]