The licensing office was off the next block. I have to avoid seeing that soda advert on that billboard it disorientates me when I’m at work, thinking.
I took the soda anyway; was chill as ice and a delicious affair. Mr. Alfred never hesitated to ground his authoritative arm down unto my throat.
The 23rd was an off-bit away of 2 tangled corders. Kint never drew a rectangled-out curve on outer fringes off-beat:
The balloon rose up briskly into the sky. Fairies touched it. And as if by machine cue, the entire sky was swashed by light, form and cream tassels.