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He made his way along the staircase of the opera, bumping into women in long flowing skirts, and fluffy feathers that sat atop their heads like sails. The men were more gruff in receiving his bumps, and the women were more gracious.
“Pardon me, excuse me”
were his constant words.
By Katherine on 06.27.2008
Pardon me, but I have noticed that you are wearing a fur coat that appears to be made from rats.
By markishmark on 06.27.2008
the judge pardoned the killer without any further ado. the killer was shocked. even he did not anticipate this complete turn of events. the people were aghast. the victim’s family stood in shocked silence.
By rcal on 06.27.2008
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