What about fugazis? Gio asked. Get some glass. / They're not fools, Maria said. Carlo said they will have an expert to check. / Alonzo whistled. Four mil? Sorry folks. Not even the flyest gangsters got that much ice on hand.

We've spent several all nighters together.

An high-pac'd Muse treading a lofty march, leades honor enchaind in an Epique pen, grac'd with the furtherance of historique Clio.

God... marks The just man, and divulges him through heaven.