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She dug a hole.
Wilbur preferred his toast well done.
It came from above and slightly to the right.
Daisy considers flight.
She had just settled in for a long winter’s nap.
She packed her bags and left.
She dreamt she was swinging on a cloud.
It was an elaborate ritual.
Low visibility, overturned vehicle.
She enjoyed late winter sunbathing.
It was a good trick.
The Battle of Brooklyn, 2011.
Dinner abruptly ended.