Blackout #132

The ancient oak tree was ablaze. He loved the tree more than me.

Blackout #131

Mama! Hello, Hello? Are you okay?/ I'm okay. I'm really good, really, really, really, good.

Something was wrong. Something was off. She felt trapped.

Somebody's idea of a masterpiece: a couple of faceless figures dancing

He was making a valiant attempt but the effort was too much and he had to lie down.

He was dismayed to see that she had deliberately tried to be late, but couldn't say anything.

He felt like taking small sips of coffee in silence over crazy days.

Men shyly approached the seated girls to dance.

He is as faithful as the North Star.

If you can believe that- I mean, this is just commercial bullshit, really. You know what? I've heard this before.