Some claimed her drapery had stepped from fashion faux pas to mopery, so she pleased no contest by uplifting herself as the sunny side of a dissed position. ; )

Sonja’s sleeves up-rolled had her ready to present a winning pitch; she would awe them by speaking a la sonoluminescence—with her voice illuminating their need to in-bubble her as the firm’s newest partner. ; )

If waves duck through a metamaterial in such a way that refraction is but a fraction, then those reflecting on applications for such a phenomenon are certainly quacks. ; )

“ROAR! Just because you claim that I snore, does not permit you to spike my crab sandwich with molochs!” cried lion of the seaport’s pier.

“HONK! Well, you keep insisting that you are sniffing your saline sprays, but your nose noise proves that is clearly bollocks!” retorted sea’s queen into the lion’s ear. ; )

She was more than his light—like a blazar, she awed as both endearing and enigmatic—like the Sun, she wielded warmthfulness to life—like the stars, she ever guided heartbeats home. ; )