On Tuesday, Cecil always made magic.

A sense of magic was in the air. Salvador waited.

It was a dark and stormy June night. Nora took a sip of her soda as she led the ventriloquist into the attic.

Josephine could tell that Maxine was grim. She opened the door to the kitchen.

"Show no mercy," Paul told himself as he waited at the gate.

Dorothy was under the mountain. She had a pen in her hand.

As soon as Thanksgiving started, Martha took a bite of her muffin.

Rene lowered his gaze.

It was a dull, insipid Saturday afternoon. Dustin was in the closet.

Dana opened the door to the studio. She went over the plan.

The wolf had escaped. Vickie tried to remain calm.

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

The lounge room was the perfect location.

After spending a night in jail, Willard was relieved to see his car.

When Wendy arrived at Thanksgiving, Patsy laughed.

It was a long way to the sea. Manuel stopped and raised his hands.

Sue walked into the guest room and looked at Jared. "You make me run," she said.

Cynthia had never been to the woods. She set aside her bagel.

If the wizard didn't arrive soon, Bob didn't know what he would do.

Brandon could see that James was a bandit. He tried not to smile.

Alice took a sip of her beer. It was going to be a momentous day.

Lady Lucille was in one of her moods.

When the moon came up, Elly-May knew it was time to sleep.

It started like any other morning in Cairo. Jerry enjoyed the feeling of power.

When Rachel opened the door Mrs. Adams looked up from her work.

Diane opened the door to the laundry. She was afraid of what she might find.

Jeremy was delighted to be free.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the stream.

Marian opened the door to the office. She checked her reflection.

The noises coming from the garage made Casey uneasy.

It was a typical evening in the museum. Lloyd wanted to be alone.

Luis felt that Sam was haughty.

Lady Grimmain was eating in the bathroom.

The sound of the car horn made Herman angry.

There had never been a personal trainer quite like Vincent Young, and he knew it.

Alfredo took a bite of his muffin.

Xului waited for the battle to begin.

Love was in the air. Suzanne smiled knowingly.

If the dictator didn't arrive soon, Rafael didn't know what he would do.

"Winners don't quit," Theresa told herself as she waited at the door.

The horse was on the loose. Judith tried to remain calm.

Enrique put down the hot dog nervously.

Daisy was the best torturer around.

It was a clear and cloudless Friday evening. Bill was in the office.

The artist opened the door, and led Richard inside.

When Henry arrived at Thanksgiving, everyone laughed.

After spending a night on a train, Clayton was relieved to see his father.

On Monday, Vickie made out.

Laura opened the door to the kitchen. She put down her milkshake.

Ken knew that no one was coming to his wedding.