To say goodbye is to die a little.
I donโt mind if you donโt like my manners. Theyโre pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings.
He was a guy who talked with commas, like a heavy novel. Over the phone anyway.
You can always tell a detective on TV. He never takes his hat off.
It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.
She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.