My connects in Chicago are telling me all kinds of things. Nobody knows anything for sure except that Griffith is missing and money is missing.
Up on the housetop, reindeer pause. / Out jumps good old Santa Claus.
With more than admiration he admir’d Her azure veins, her alabaster skin, Her coral lips, her snow-white dimpled chin.
You are jet-lagged, have a headache, can't stand driving a Fiat, it's turned dark and you cannot see or read the road signs.
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