nite_vision

Bill bought beaches.
John joked gently.
Jill jangled her jewelry.
Theoreticians think this.
Walk to work, Walter.
Stan stood still.
Dave's office moved to Madison.
I call: Invite me over, Dave.
He: O yess off korss boss.
He was living on the corner of 82nd and York. I helped him lay out the rug, arrange the furniture. He said, "I have this theory -- it takes exactly half the time you spend being married to pull yourself together after a divorce."
"The half-life theory," I joked.
We turned on the television, Hard Copy. How are your parents, he asked. Then he showed me a snapshot of his daughter. Then I went home.