When someone asked me if I knew the symptoms of the phobia of getting married.

I replied, "I can't say I do".

Fred and his sister used to build snowmen together, but apart from that they didn’t really get along.
They had a frosty relationship. 

All of our books fell on the floor.
I blame my shelf.

Fred's neighbours don't like his collection of garden gnomes carved from metamorphic rock.
But he thinks they're gneiss.



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