1. He took a sip of the drink.

He wasn't sure whether he liked it

or not, but at this moment it didn't matter. She had made it
especially for him so he would have forced it down even if he had
absolutely hated it. That's simply the way things worked. She
made him a new-fangled drink each day and he took a sip of it
and smiled, saying it was excellent.

2. It had been her dream for years but Dana had failed to take
any action toward making it come true. There had always been a
good excuse to delay or prioritize another project. As she woke,
she realized she was once again at a crossroads. Would it be
another excuse or would she finally find the courage to pursue her
dream? Dana rose and took her first step.

3. Out of another, I get a lovely view of the bay and a little

private wharf belonging to the estate. There is a beautiful shaded
lane that runs down there from the house. I always fancy I see
people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has
cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that
with my imaginative power and habit of story-making a nervous
weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies
and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the
tendency. So I try.

4. I recently discovered I could make fudge with just chocolate

chips, sweetened condensed milk, vanilla extract, and a thick pot
on slow heat. I tried it with dark chocolate chunks and I tried it
with semi-sweet chocolate chips. It's better with both kinds. It
comes out pretty bad with just the dark chocolate. The best add-
ins are crushed almonds and marshmallows -- what you get from
 that is Rocky Road. It takes about twenty minutes from start to
fridge, and then it takes about six months to work off the twenty
pounds you gain from eating it. All things in moderation, friends.
All things in moderation.

5. The red glint of paint sparkled under the sun. He had

dreamed of owning this car since he was ten, and that dream had
become a reality less than a year ago. It was his baby and he
spent hours caring for it, pampering it, and fondling over it. She
knew this all too well, and that's exactly why she had taken a
sludge hammer to it.

6. He couldn't move. His head throbbed and spun. He couldn't

decide if it was the flu or the drinking last night. It was probably a
combination of both.