He just apologized for his sparkplug boot's slipping. He only has one hand and plays mean piany with a wicked left hook.
My boss, like my aunt, had polio when he was young. And though he rolls around on Phil wood hubs, he sets stones better in his sleep than most can on a good day.
We find a way to make things work.
Like three speed bikes: somehow people get places on them.
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