a woman in a orange and brown wrap over her green shirt shovels a brown material into lines on a cement pad.
There is a woman.
The wrap is purple.
The financial reports are a lie, like the cake.
A dog is wading in some water.
A man is walking in the park
I drove the Mazda and never let anything go wrong with it.
He stumbled.
It was obvious that Mrs. Vandemeyer had stayed awake all night.