John, the tallest boy in our class, is nicknamed "Mr High."

To our surprise, he won the grand prize.

Our decision to go to Portugal was quite arbitrary.

Nobody was hungry except me.

As I was taking leave of my friend, he said he would be glad to see me again before long.

That's not likely in so far as I can see.

I lied to him and he lied to me in turn.

Whenever I get ready to go shopping, he invariably starts getting on my back.

My refusing to eat meat occasioned an inconvenience, and I was frequently chided for my singularity.

He waited for me until I arrived.