She seemed so nice and normal that at last I determined to confide in her.
She seemed pleasant, that I finally decided to trust her.
She was so evil and weird, that I decided not to trust her.
A lady sits on the wall.
He sat in my apartment like a prisoner trying to find a way out.
Miss Howard entered.
A man is throwing trash in the compactor.
We've seen seventies, eighties, even nineties over the past couple of weeks.
I know you don't camp.