It was a brilliant June morning. Clarence was in the mirror.

Lord Adam was in one of his moods.

Brenda opened the door to the lobby. Her senses were overwhelmed.

Harvey could tell that Ian was disturbing. He opened the door to the dining room.

Glenda hoped that Arlene was coming to her grand opening.

The dolphin was on the prowl. Lawrence pretended not to notice.

For as long as Bertha could remember, she'd wanted to be a truck driver.

It was a tumultuous Saturday afternoon. Emma closed her eyes and took a drag on her cigarette as she led the historian into the basement.

As soon as Thanksgiving started, Theresa checked her reflection.

Ross knew that Harold was clear-headed.

It was a typical morning in the bakery. Andrea shrugged.

After spending a night in jail, Deanna was relieved to see her home.

Maurice felt that the bunny was fashionable.

Someone had invited a rabbit to the funeral. Eliza-Jane knew what to do.

Earl staggered in the gloom. The walls were sticky.

When Aaron arrived at Christmas, everyone cried.

Wayne could feel his life slipping away.

It was a long way to the ocean. Gloria stopped and twiddled her thumbs.

It was a quiet morning down by the river.

"Time to shine," Stacey told herself as she waited in the shower.

Going to the forest was a bad idea. Tiffany snapped her fingers.

Carl opened the door to the conservatory. He shrugged.

Clarence was in the prison. He had a hammer in his hand.

Lawrence took a bite of his muffin.

Virginia was delighted to be floating.

Felicia had never been to the island. She grimaced.

There had never been a manicurist quite like Micheal Ol son, and he knew it.

When Penny opened the door Mrs. Hall looked up from her work.

On Friday, Melvin made it easier.

Sean hoped that the torturer was fun-loving.

Eric was glad that Leroy was coming to Thanksgiving.

Hilda opened the door to the guest room. The silence was overwhelming.

The smoke coming from the corridor made Milton hopeful.

Jessica had invited a farmer to her funeral. She knew what to do.

Love was in the air. Johnny smiled knowingly.

The sound of the clocking ticking made Vivian hesitant.

Lord Joseph was in one of his moods.

The lobby was dark and oddly quiet.

It started like any other evening in the pub. Greg shrugged.

Kou shielded her eyes against the blast.

Kurt put down the chair nervously.

Jamie could see that Miguel was confused. He opened the door to the attic.

It was a long way to the swamp. Charlie stopped and enjoyed the feeling of anticipation.

When Bob arrived at his party, Alan gasped.

Daex arose from slumber.

Someone had invited a dolphin to the wedding. Richard knew it wouldn't end well.

When Herbert arrived at his funeral, Ethel welcomed him.

After spending a night in handcuffs, Tonya was relieved to see her wife.

Lester was the best stunt double around.

Stanley opened the door to the classroom. He scratched his hand.

If the cab driver didn't arrive soon, Billie didn't know what she would do.

On Sunday, Peter always made popcorn.

"You can do this," Gail told herself as she waited at the bus stop.

Terry had never been to the hill. He checked his reflection.

It was a typical morning. Mary-Lou was in the deli.

As soon as Easter started, Eddie straightened his hair.

There had never been an engineer quite like Gwendolyn Domingu ez, and she knew it.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the pond.

Gene knew that everyone was coming to his funeral.

Katrina was losing. She checked her phone.

Anne had come to Moscow prepared. She was here to meet the painter.

Bessie could feel her life slipping away.

Kelait shielded his eyes against the sun.

Shane walked into the cell and glanced at Florence. "You make me sing," he said.

Timothy had been waiting for Max for four days. He chewed some gum.

For as long as Joanne could remember, she'd wanted to be a bandit.

The bathroom was full of smoke.

Marvin knew that the cow was efficient.

It was a typical evening in the classroom. Roberto enjoyed the feeling of anticipation.

Floyd was at the mall. He had a fork in his hand.

It was a cool winter morning. Tracy chewed her lip as she led the sculptor into the basement.

Plundoo Stargreeter raised her axe.

After spending a night in jail, Carmen was relieved to see her home.

The crab had escaped. Martha pretended not to notice.

Basil had invited a lamb to his grand opening. He knew it wouldn't end well.

Virginia put down the licorice twist carefully.

Vickie hoped that Beth was distracted.

When Ramona arrived at her party, everyone gasped.

It was a dark, moonless May night. Dennis was over the fence.

Eliza-Jane opened the door to the closet. She was afraid of what she might find.

Roberto was the best mobster around.

There had never been a clown quite like Henry Morris, and he knew it.

On Sunday, Edith always made out.

Lillie was staying. She rubbed her hands together.

Graxeona waited for the battle to begin.

Jon knew that no one was coming to his funeral.

The sound of the drill made Dean hesitant.

Jimmie fumbled in the gloom. The walls were sticky.

When Elmer arrived at Christmas, Hector rushed to see him.

Doris had been waiting for Danielle for hours. She took a bite of her apple.

Debra opened the door to the office. She closed her eyes and took a breath.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the lake.

Andre could see that Duane was organized. He opened the door to the garage.

Bobbi-Jo walked into the kitchen and looked at Dianne. "You make me sad," she said.

It was a long way to the waterfall. Allison stopped and struggled to breathe.

Emily had come to Berlin prepared. She was here to meet the chimney-sweep.

When rain began, Philip knew it was time to find shelter.

As soon as the party started, Melinda swallowed nervously.

If the mobster didn't arrive soon, Clyde didn't know what he would do.

When Robin opened the door Mr. King looked up from his book.