Rhea has never had an original idea
This might be a revolting idea a slow-thinking tablemate said.
I rolled my eyes at my cousin Rhea and ate some sour dough bread.
There has never been an original idea in her fluff-frilly head.
Rolling his eyes across the table was her daddy, my Uncle Ed
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