If the goods don't work, you can return them.

“Olive juice,” Jimmy said. Mark stood up and Ann came in. She tucked Jimmy in. “Olive juice,” she said. They walked back into the living room. “What's olive juice?” Mark asked. “Watch my lips when I say it,” Ann said.

I ponder the Christchurch Beautifying Association planting thousands of native plants along here from 1897. The meanders provide myriad spaces in our city. The wonder of the grid design, enabling the viewshafts to mountains and Port Hills; the grid allowing a sense of orientation across the convolutions of the Otakaro-Avon River.

If any man would begin his sins to reny, or any good people that frae vice deed rest ain. What so ever he were that to virtue would apply, But an ill tongue will all overthrow again.