The deuces are wild, he would announce before a pitch. Two balls, two strikes, two out, two on, and two to two in the bottom of the second. Bosch could hear Scully's voice in his head as he considered that the deuces were now wild in his own game
I also slit my Hand on the Back, and cupp'd it, and drew out a Quart or more of ugly poisony slimy Stuff. But my Arm swelled for all we could do: Then I got it tied so fast, that all Communication might be stopped with the Body […]
The Golden Bear faded the ball from left to right with great consistency, so he seldom had to worry about trouble on the left.
[…] Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight,
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