Accidental death

She came, she saw & she conquered.

How can an 18-year-old college-goer give me a run for my money?

I hate her. She hogs the limelight. Oh, boy! I find her so lame.

My Manager called me, “Take June to our new office tomorrow. She is will be sharing the cabin with you.”

The last thing I wanted.

My car stalled near the crossing. I stepped out. I got a sharp push!

She reported accidental death.

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