The smell was like three days old tuna baking in a topical sun.

His walk was of a ninety year old person in a hurry to go nowhere.

The grease stuck to his fingers like magnet use to stick to the body of an old rusty dodge.

The northern breeze whips around the newly erected pole.

The old dog front left leg hung loosely. He favored the injured limp with care and extreme caution.

The lightly stripped kitten stacked the round cotton ball with the skill of a mountain lion.

Her rude disrespectful sons laugh at the weak old man in his torn brown jacket.

A smell of rotten eggs could be detected after the huge explosion.

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The thin but muscle built football player held his leg after being tackle by a huge linebacker.

The small openings seem to collapse in on the sides from the outside water pressure.

A tiny hiss was heard from the distant object which flowed with little or no effort.