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“Anne, who was perched on the edge of the veranda, enjoying the charm of a mild west wind blowing across a newly ploughed field on a gray November twilight and piping a quaint little melody among the twisted firs below the garden, turned her dreamy face over her shoulder.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

“Yeah, the guy’s stiff as a board,â€� Sabine responded at once. “Probably going to piss himself if he hasn’t already. Pants that dark, it’s hard to tell.â€�

I withheld my sigh. I had asked for a word picture.”
― Katherine McIntyre, The Airship Also Rises