Brocade is the masculine form of lace.
Whenever he first encountered one of the young creatures out in yard, he would introduce himself: Hello, I am the giant you have heard about. I won't hurt you, I won't hunt you.
Ape drama:
Father: You're no son of mine!
Mother: Mute, crying-unable to find words to describe her pain and disappointment.
And with that, he was thrown out of the house.
He was 17.
Climate trade-off: stuff's dying but at least there are fewer mosquitos.
Grocery store fable: within the Focaccian Toast community, there was a competitive streak. Family dynasties were created by those from a long line known for their stamina: how many toasts in a package survived whole during the long journey from factory to consumer's table.
Watching "Sunset Blvd" gave him flashbacks to his time with the company whose CEO wore leopard print clothes and had a toxic personality disorder. All with a hint of a Boston accent.
Was the newly scrubbed deck going to have a different vibe when the wife did her yoga practice?
His wife delighted in playing "find the peanuts" with the squirrels, jays and crows who later would appear on the pool deck railing facing her office window, signalling the desire to play another round.
She was doing her evening yoga with Adrienne who one day directed all to take the deepest breath of the day. At that moment, a brisk breeze came up, seemingly having heard a need and stopped by to lend a hand.
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