Birth bit you
She couldn't decide if she loved him so she belted the garden umbrella with his pecan silk tie to see if it would hold and let it rain like misery, she couldn't decide if she loved him so she cisored strips of skin from her feet
Accident We danced in the road and didn't see the truck coming. In A&E they found the mother of pearl pot in your pocket, filled with pills, all ivory and lace and lovely. They want to know how we found a Christmas tree at half past three on a Saturday morning in March.