[T]wa Cheels we White Sarks, and a wee Wean with a white Sark got aboon whar the Whiſtle-Pipes war, the yen lilted, and the other Skirled and Screeded till them, and ſtill I ſweeted, I thought they never wad hea done.
Boasting a stylish space and brooding electronic music, this airy and atmospheric bar attracts a somewhat savvier bar-goer.
For while 1989 was greeted as a magical year by the Western mass public—a new springtime of nations auguring a long-term peace—for policy makers it meant trouble.
“Aarav and Rashika, I am sure you don’t know what hoi polloi is. Even I don’t. Let us keep Google handy whenever Khushboo is in conversation. We have a lexicomane in the group!” said Raghav teasingly. / “Now, what is a lexicomane?” exclaimed Rashika slapping both her hands on the center table. / Khushboo promptly said, / “Lexicon means a dictionary. So assuming that he is calling me a dictionary freak, I must say that is a wrong adjective. You could call me a logophile. Haha!”
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