Hmm... I could say that the person involved did not have English as their mother tongue... but...

Trouble was expected and soon arrived. The nasty, spiteful version. The sort you get when there's too many blokes together. A lads night out, an all-dayer.

"You must be joking. How could you possibly know that?" Trisha asked. "I have my methods," Tim responded. "We're here."

divine, word inscribed on the mind of God, face everlasting edge of the universe, crucified tears hung on roses, driven out of despair. mediums dare not open ears to your clear voice...

Never told you this, but often, as a kid, I hated you.

Its a horrible emotion, that makes you feel like your an abstract from your body. It disguises your happiness if there is any beneaf, and makes you feel like an outsider from your self.

A silent battle between a man and 'Death'

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