But my feelings toward Mary became more romantic when I reached the 6 th grade.
Before 6th grade, I didn't feel very romantic towards Mary, but that changed once I entered the middle school.
I had always enjoyed Mary, but reaching 6th grade only proved to me that I still saw her as merely a friend.
We weren't able to build a basement because of how close the rock is to the surface.
A boy looking at a chopped frog.
Two women are sleeping in the dirt.
The mother and daughter are laughing at the funny television show while drinking wine.
America, from it's very conception, never had any political parties.
A young man in a backward baseball cap is standing on a skateboard leaning forward, putting his weight on one foot, on a blue block of concrete.