Sometimes I’ll read a book and feel it was written just for me. Then I’ll flip the book over to look at the cover to see who wrote it, only to discover that it feels like it was written for me because it was written by me.

“I thought his wooden leg was part of the table at first. My bad, buddy.”

“Dora J. Arod is to Jarod Ora, as yes is to yes. Yes is also the correct answer …”

“A blanket could be used as a distress symbol. You’ll know I’m in danger and in …”

“A brick could be used to cool your drink, like a large ice cube.
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