First snow: it came this year late in November.

We were on our way to the colmado for an errand.

This morning, my mother didn't get out of bed.

A squat gray building of only thirty-four stories.

Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.

Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.

It' her life, and she' in the middle of it.

Longtemps, je me suis couché de bonne heure.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

The night before I left my mother, I wrote a letter.

The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning.

On top of everything else, Boobie's got the clap.

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.

It's not that I was an outright nitwit of a child.

At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring.