It was getting dark, and we weren’t there yet.
I really want to go to work, but I am too sick to drive.
He learned the hardest lesson of his life and had the scars, both physical and mental, to prove it.
He turned in the research paper on Friday; otherwise, he would have not passed the class.
I hear that Nancy is very pretty.
She lived on Monkey Jungle Road and that seemed to explain all of her strangeness.
The river stole the gods.