The letters get away from me, making tiramisu.
A man at Camalo Fair swore to me that if I came with him on the Ferris wheel he’d cure cancer.
Sadie owned the most remarkable pair of green eyes Iván had ever itched to paint.
The moment it came off the tree, Nadim sank hungry fingers through the pomegranate’s skin to reach the pips. His nails hit solid rubies.