My dear Evelyn, cried Mrs. Cavendish, "this can't be true!" Miss Howard nodded grimly. 
"It can't be true, Evelyn!" Mrs. Cavendish yelled.
Mrs. Cavendish didn't doubt Evelyn's actions.
It was a clear day, and stars could be seen.
The woman makes balloon animals inside.
Nobdoy is waiting
I thought you weren't drinking coffee anymore.
One ex-vogue staffer recalled wistfully.
the females are playing basball