One evening when playing tig she had put her hands over his eyes: long and white and thin and cold and soft.
This arrangement led van Steenis (1932) to hypothesize an obdiplostemonous ancestor for the family.
I am such a butterfingers. That’s the third drink I’ve spilled today.
When all else fails, give up and go to the library.
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