“Just remember you left the train; the train didn’t leave you.”
They’ve chosen to leave the road open, since it appears the bear is wandering away from town.
I walked up the stairs weightlifting two full big bags of shopping.
Hear the quiet incantation of the uncle in the corner, hear my own breath in prostration.
The senators, unceremoniously referred to as “The Boss” in most offices, might or might not receive the message.
There are about a dozen neighbours in the street now, almost all of us women.
Everyone started to yell at him.
Our league is called the “Downriver League.”