I suppose I shall sleep with his photograph under my pillow, and dream about him all night.
I guess he'll be looming large in my thoughts tonight.
I'll sleep soundly tonight without a trace of him in my memory.
A young man is wearing a blue shirt.
A mime sitting down eating a slice of pizza.
The worker is at home.
The dog is laying on the couch.
You cannot use extra virgin olive oil for salad dressings.
Sir, where should I put your plunder?