The slushbox did nothing to improve an already sluggish response.
The evening mist, drifting among the leafless poplars, veiled their silhouettes with a violet film, paler and more translucent than the most diaphanous gauze that might have caught in their branches.
He didn't overurge the compliment.
She has a hairdo that should have been a hairdon't.
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