We were on our honeymoon. I helped my mother clean the kitchen. He measured the length of the bed.
Flowers on graves belong to the living. Langdon sat up in his empty bed. Children will be taken from their mothers at birth. His clothing was folded on the chair beside the bed.
I take a shower almost every day. The old lady climbed the stairs with difficulty.
We must walk home. He grabbed the first key and turned.
I polished up the floor and furniture. The son wanted to avoid his father's mistakes.
He had some troubled years in his teens. She became pregnant. When a child, I would play with the toys.
She was frankly and hugely pregnant. Do you know anything about Tom's childhood?
A talking white rabbit in jacket and trousers? Live and let live. The old man looked wise.