Who's paying? asked Oscar. Abo Department? Oh, no, said Lace lightly. I'm doing it on my pat.

We were trying to stalk a dazzle of zebra which flashed in and out of a long strip of green and yellow fever trees, with an ostrich, its feathers flared like a ballet skirt around its dancing legs, on their flank, when suddenly […]

While I was driving in my electric chair to the only liquor store in town, the owner of the store would always smile when he saw me and say, I don't know if I should sell to you. I don't want to be responsible for you drinking and driving.

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