My thirst for water brought me to him.
She gestured in the direction her friends had headed. 'That’s an expensive car full of black people.'
The police had taken Mike’s laptop and phone, so I had to find what I could without them.
Okay, class! Today we will make a cream bun.
Standing before the mute petroglyphs, I found myself conjuring stories about what lay behind each rendering.
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