“Good night,” he said and turned the key to start the engine. “Good night, sugar. Hope you dream of me.” “I’m afraid of that,” he grumbled before putting on his helmet.” — Mila Rossi Copy Share Image
“THEY are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
