Beatrice’s encounter with birling via Baxter’s balance board left her with the receipt of both its ire and irony as she belly-fell upon room’s settee, where she is, now, napping both sans comfort and sans teddy.

A frayed net proves to last doubters that one local quinquagenarian is quite driven to fearlessly push through their bucket list.

Crimpage waxes a crew by way of a screw as it wanes each lit soul by ways burned and stole.

Fielding makebate’ s feelings on a walk through a different kind of makebate’ s field did lead to two mates baking—just like filo into baklava—forgiveness back into love by way of both broken hearts being topped with full spoons of sorry squeezes.

Bookseller’s ophelimity, in this digital age, depends not necessarily on the presence of customers seeking illumination, but, rather, on the intermittent need to borrow brighting bulbs for those which have out-burned.