Part of me still clung to the faint hope that, somehow, some way, it might be Derry.
I hoped that it might be Derry.
Part of me still clung to the faint hope that it was Jon.
A convenient starting place for side trips.
Hedge fund types are not moral.
He was like any other man.
A man is reading the newspaper while he eats watermelon.
The comments need to be submitted in order to have the reports released.
The bikers are sitting down, enjoying a picnic lunch.