Circe’s this craft, the trim-coifed goddess.
It was first blood to the Black Cats in the ding-dong clash when Bardsley, a right-footer playing on the left, collected the ball from just inside his own half and sped up to the edge of the area before launching an effort which appeared to confuse Petr Cech in goal.
Hello? he called toward the closed door. Anybody here? Somebody must have heard him, because he heard something move on the opposite side of the door. First a distant sound like animals grunting, then a clomp, clomp, clomp like boots approaching.
Hello?
Anybody here?
Tibbles the cat rubbed up against my leg, asking for a piece of my cheese.
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