TV is the rat race of the century.
My plans are still in embryo, a town on the edge of wishful thinking.
Only if the computers really love each other.
I don’t have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They’re upstairs in my socks.
Since my daughter is only half-Jewish, could she go in the water up to her knees?
Don't be silly. I'll write you twice a week.