Your mother kicked the bucket...

Ya want him to die fast! Disgusting!

Soon, she will kick the bucket.

No, that'd be bad. I'd drop dead.

If we consider some things...

Plait

Braids.

Her braids.

Braid.

Caressing my braids.

What made you feel differently toward her?

Did you pull on her braids?

Tell me about her braids.

I grabbed her braids.

And they are plaiting hair.

Anything new about Lambert?

You're cold.

London man for the Globe, and they haven't caught on to me yet.

We've got nothing on him!

The blonde with the long locks.

Well. And now let's go for the plait.

Am I crossing my legs like a journalist?

Dead as a doornail at last.

In spite of the way she turns up her nose

And then they put the braids in my mouth... and tied them around my neck to make a gag.

I made braids the like the ones my mother used to make with my sisters' hair.

Dress up that line.

You don't say? Had the goods on me. Insubordination, accepting bribes and a missing button.

I couldn't look away from the horror my face made with braids in my mouth.

He is often absent from school.

What if my roommate knew about my wonderfully ambitious hair braider, who has just started her own business selling hair extensions?

Now if you'd just ask me what made me feel different... this story will write itself!

I'm cutting my classes on Saturday.

This is the one we have been waiting for.

Nobody'll recognize his face now.

Am to you.

Look, it's warped. Is it?

Can you distinguish his face in this light?

How do you cross your legs in a sane way?

I'm afraid our hopedfor wind has been a little late in arriving.

Don't try to justify your behavior by insinuating things about me.

(c) In paragraph 6.8 (a), after United Nations agencies replace to the implementation with at the regional level in the context

I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan. If you turn against us now...

No, but I can tell by something else, it isn't Mr Paine.

Maybe you're hunching, crossing your legs, maybe wrapping your ankles.