Less-skilled comprehenders do not know when it is appropriate to draw inferences.

Leaflets 9-11, roundish, of a firm texture, the lowest pair smaller than the rest, glaucous.

Because two lines mean, yeh, you are all kinds of pregnant. You've basically AirBNB'ed your womb; another human being is setting up camp in your innards.

Not Senator Barry Goldwater of Arizona, however, who claims to eschew such theatrics. I've never been a bagel eater or steel cap wearer or baby kisser, Barry avers.