This is hardly a particularly weird line... but I still have no idea why it's there.
The salt content of vegemite, she mused, must far exceed what I should eat in a day.
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The salt content of vegemite, she mused, must far exceed what I should eat in a day.
Shikata ga nai
“I have to go,” she lied, hurrying away from Francis.
“It was more fun to live the way I did, sweet Ophelie. Besides, I would never have had the chance to meet someone like you otherwise. Someone so vibrant and full of vitality… it’s intoxicating.”
The sun strew quietly over the quiet room, slowly awakening October from her deep slumber.
The image displayed him walking through Hyde Park, which burnt, but its true intent wasn’t vanity admiration – although that was the centrepiece of the photo – for he himself would never have called for the photographer, but she would.
Bessie galloped and thrust into the sky, neighing like an animal.
He delivered such a blow that the granny was pressed onto her side and a slight crunching sound became apparent to his now deforming ears.
Abby soon delves the French fries too and the Coke is gone soon after. “You must have been really hungry.” Kat mused.
“Yeah. Probably, but then I was like ‘You just grabbed my boob!’ Because I’m stupid. And he was like ‘Oh…I’m sorry.’ And that made it so much more awkward!”
“What are you doing?” He laughed.
“Eating pickles. Want one?” I held up the jar to him.
“No thanks…” he looked at me like I was crazy.
“What? I love pickles. They’re like my life.” I put the cover back on, and put the jar back in the fridge, getting up and closing the door.
“But why were you on the floor like in the fridge?”
“I might’ve wanted something else…”
They were quickly approaching the huge multi-million dollar lodge. Clarice could make out its large stature.
A large, black truck filled up her side window, and Clarice shrieked. The two vehicles slammed into each other with a crunching thud. She felt lightheaded as everything rolled over. Her world was turned upside down with a shattering force that knocked the wind out of her. Clarice’s car’s windows shattered and sprayed glass into the vehicle, cutting and stabbing her.
The truck had flipped Clarice’s car upside down. She couldn’t see anything but darkness now. It hurt too much to scream. It hurt too much to think. She could feel the pain as it erupted throughout her entire body. Soul-splitting pain in her legs. Heart-shredding pain in her head.
He remembered moving onto campus, meeting new people, then the next thing he was rocking in the corner of the cafeteria, waving a fork around wildly, screaming something about everyone was going to be eternally raped in Hell. Some thought it was a stunt—they even went so far as to start laughing and applauding—until security carried him out in handcuffs.
Al sat back and offered his employer a warm smile. “I was wondering when you would ask me about that, sir. Truth be told, my name was supposed to be Albert Morgrim.”
“So what happened?”
Althabert chuckled. “On the day I was christened, my father was suffering from a severe cough. When the priest asked him my name, he coughed in the middle of saying 'Albert'. Before he could correct him, the priest had announced before the good Lord and the congregation that my name was Althabert.”
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