he remarks well,so we are fond of listening to him
this mirror is expensive
we can produce power by the movement of water
obyiously,he doesn't like me
the tune of the song is beautiful
the plane crashed in the sky
he runs into trouble because he doesn't pick up his sack
The sense of triumph and renewed possession swelled within him.
i breath fresh air in the forest
i am on the edge of glory
one strap on the bag is broken
