You nearly killed eight people!" I managed to gasp out loud. "My count was closer to twelve," returned Havisham as she opened the door. "And anyhow, you can't nearly kill someone. Either they are dead or they are not.
the Real-World was a sprawling mess of a book in need of a good editor.
The name is Schitt," he replied. "Jack Schitt.
Growth purely for its own sake is the philosophy of cancer.
Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
I suggest we depict penguins as callous and unfeeling creatures who insist on bringing up their children in what is little more than a large chest freezer.