wow, a broken arm, terrible compared to my injuries right
and don't bring up a convo about your self you egosaruous rex
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole
scene had an eerie surreal quality, like when you're
on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on
at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers
raced across the grassy field toward each other like
two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m.
traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m.
at a speed of 35 mph.