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I admit I got carried away when I was using the sticky roller, but you’re acting as though you’ve never seen a bald cat before.

I was carrying my late grandmother’s vase when Gravity attacked. So this fight is personal, and only one of us will survive it.

She clung to the umbrella and was lifted up briefly when the wind gust hit. In many ways, she has never come down to Earth again.

Spoiler alert: Although this story is fast-paced, it will leave many questions unanswered and there’s little hope for a sequel.

“You roll snake eyes, you die.” Bart treated the threat seriously. To be safe, he took out a pair of goat’s eyes and rolled them.

The weed killer had been applied to the lawn, and he savaged the dandelions. Tina would still have preferred a chemical spray.

Every morning, I discover my bookmark is three pages forward of where I left it. My wife says it proves our house is haunted.

Kurt scaled the cliff and drew his sword. His foe was nowhere to be seen. Fighting climate change was harder than he had expected.

The last time a clown followed me home, I kept finding his rubber nose in the medicine cabinet. I vowed it wouldn’t happen again.

Something’s in the closet, trying to get out. Something else is in the hall, trying to get in. I’m the bologna in this sandwich.