Not enough time to do anything worthwhile. Two weeks gone so quickly and nothing to show except heat exhaustion.
A man sits at the piano playing melancholic tunes. The detective comes over. They leave together without struggle.
Who wants to buy a four by four. Export to Afghanistan for rough terrain use. Keep the population under control.
The cap wearing man walked ahead of me into the darkness surrounding the car. The siren wailed. The bodies were pulled in their alabaster tones.