The Bills disguised their coverage to make the Jets think they were sending a blitzer from Brandon Marshall’s side of the field.
[B]ut most she loath'd the hour / When the thick-moted sunbeam lay / Athwart the chambers, and the day / Was sloping toward his western bower.
...the darkness of antiquated barbarism, in which he buries himself like a mole, to throw up the barren hillocks of his Cimmerian labours.
a nondiving vertebrate
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