John was so bullheaded that he kept driving and refused to stop for directions, even after getting hopelessly lost.
Then you put your finger over the hole in the closed in end of the gun and pull with all of your might on the handle, to pull the clam gun back up out the sand again.
a sandyish soil
O, whither tends the lamentable spite Of this world's teenful apprehension, Which understands all things amiss, whose light Shines not amidst the dark of their dissension?
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