The two of them sunk down, Andrea and Cameron following. They popped up in the living room, where there was a bit of a celebration set up, with presents and the others. Nothing too over the top, just the way Virgil liked it.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield. — Billy Collins