Being the daughter of an A-list celebrity, she grew up in a world of glitz and glamor.

When she turned her back to the mirror, the spandex in the material clung tightly to her booty. Ugh. She was even calling her derriere a booty, because that's what her eight-year-old, cartoon-watching nephew called it. Whatever the name for her overcurvaceous backside, it was the bane of her existence. She simply sat too much. Even the two ballet classes a week she took at work, in the hospital exercise studio, did not help. If anything, they made her booty even bootier.

In both a mazefull ſolitarineſſe: / In night of ſprites the gaſtly powers to ſtur, / In thee or ſprites or ſprited gaſtlineſſe: […]

Smith (1958) found that N. limnicola in Lake Merced, virtually a freshwater, had no paragnaths or at the most one on section I against the normal 1–2.