When she lived, my wife said I looked bookish. I never liked that word.
(I) The child was happy. She punched the TV.
Joseph was a very frustrated young man. He was living a life. He wanted to live a cartoon.
Who would write such a thing on a whiteboard? What were we supposed to make of it?
Noise came from the guest room. Marianne was in there. What was she doing? It sounded like hammering.
It was either a pill or a piece of candy. Or it was Donny’s missing eye. I was hoping for the pill or candy.