Pod’s plan from Adelaide to Brisbane is quite simple: While leaders’ surfacings ripple, followers sipple—as trailing Flippers echo encouragement ‘tween each dimple.
For those who thought mum a mumpsimus for standing by her line whilst a modern mode remained muted, she would argue that out-ironing wrinkles is beat by soil-turning toe-twinkles and cycles of permanent press are upped by sunbeams on warmly-lit breasts.
Trust leans do necessitate, even as necks crepitate, each to mindfully concentrate so that unity will not habituate and passion may perpetually palpitate.
Roo mingles with fla…
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.