A distant gleam shone through the weight of his troubles, seeming to promise the dawn of a new day.
I wrote some code to reformat text documents.
Sylvanshine would burp and it would seem like more than a burp; it would taste like he'd almost thrown up a little.
The two streets meet at a crossroad half a mile away.
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