1287.

She was late again.

1286.

A blue checkered handkerchief in her left jeans pocket.

1285.

And baby kiwis.

1284.

Succulent stawberry lollipops.

1283.

Their demeanours matched their positions in their family.

1282.

They had almost the same hair and the same eyes, but a rather different demeanour.

1281.

They searched for an adverb in vain.

1280.

She loved reciprocally.

1279.

They sat at a bench on the beach by the sea with their sandwiches and vitamin water.

1278.

She wrote four and deleted two.

1277.

She declared the 12th of March to be the National Day of Spontaneity.

1276.

Two pasts, one present.

1275.

Two watches, one time.

1274.

Yesterday, she lost both her meatballs.

1273.

The bak chor mee was close to perfection -- al dente noodles tossed in vinegar, chilli oil, mince meat, stewed mushrooms and fried lard, topped with a meat dumpling, fishball and an exquisite slice of abalone mushroom.

1272.

Her polka dotted panties matched her polka dotted socks.

1271.

"I am the ultimate gemini multi-tasker!"

1270.

The dead bodies piled up in the bottom right frame of the page.

1269.

Quiet and productive, she was in her own cocoon of music.

1268.

An afternoon of rest, recuperation and reading together.

1267.

Kick kick kick kick kick kick!

1266.

She put on her necklace for her.

1265.

Her old friends stood and sang; the song echoed in the tiny Armenian church.

1264.

Her dreams betrayed her.

1263.

Marking in drips and draps, here, there and everywhere.

1262.

The mole anchored a string of lights and a bright red kite.

1261.

Due to Unforseen Circumstances, her bath time was shortened.

1260.

He was worried that his face would betray the love he felt.

1258.

The Heroic Rescue required 1. a Kite in distress, 2. a Kayak, and 3. a Kayak-rower and Kite-rescuer.

1259.

He was a man of two names and two oars.

1257.

They witnessed the Heroic Rescue of a Kite in Distress.