kenkantor: Suddenly the hills turned and headed straight for us.
kenkantor: You were no ordinary face in the crowd.
kenkantor: I'm still working on the railroad.
kenkantor: Paint brushes.
kenkantor: I was aroused by your mysteries.
kenkantor: Excuse me, but is this seat taken?
kenkantor: Giving birth in public places.
kenkantor: Please take me home now. I want to go home now.