With Fiſh repleniſht, and the Aire with Fowle, / Ev’ning and Morn solemniz’d the Fift day, / The Sixt, and of Creation laſt arose[…]
I made juice with a lemon squeezer.
This platter scratches easily.
Well, I hear three distinct sounds: a low rumple, followed by a metallic squink […] followed by a mysterious glonk.
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