"it's sixty-eight degrees in here!" big boot shouts.
"i feel that most rooms should be at most sixty. besides, it's not like i'm making it snow in here."
"duh, you need water for that."
Bear, Dog, Fox, Gay, Husky, Mystery, Power, Vixen, shepherd
The day i turn sixty, she will reincarnate and then when her next body turns sixty, i will reincarnate. this pattern helps to provide balance. following this pattern, my clan came up with the numbers nine, eighteen, and twenty-seven.
Fanfiction, Lucario, Pokemon, Story Progression, espeon
That is to say that there were not many other children near his age in the tribe of near sixty individuals.
they lived a simple life, but each one of them was born with innate magical abilities. natural magic to be specific.
Rough, draft
The clinks of sixty dog tags, no, wait; sixty-one dog tags greeted my ears with the music of death. i've managed to outlast sixty-one of my comrades ever since the box shipped me off to the fledgling laboratory known as black ark.
Anthropomorphic, Canine, Fleety, Lupine, Lupinossai, War, lupe, lupis, vietnam
A six foot tall, deep blue wolf was working under the hood of a sixty eight camaro ss, a few shades darker of a blue than is fur.
M/F, No-Yiff, Vixen, Wolf, cars
Those sixty degree days must have caused it to emerge prematurely, i thought. still it was strange, and i gently entended my finger for the creature to climb onto, marveling at its delicacy as it did so.
Butterfly, positronic
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"sixty crowns an hour, with five hour shifts. just above minimum wage."
**thank sam for the job opportunity.**
"no worries. i'll keep it for you until the end of the day. hopefully i'll see you later."
Corgi-weasel, Interactive story, Prologue, Strangeness
When dennis answers his second question, charles's eyes grow wide and he whispers, "wow sixty-two years. everybody i once knew is dead."
dennis asks, "what do you mean by sixty-two years?"
Character Development, Pokemon
During the month of august, just after sierra, cormac, chrys ann, and violet celebrated their sixty-second birthdays, rosie's health began declining. helga, now retired from active practice, stayed and helped tend to rosie.
Story Series
And we order, once again, the exact same thing down to the _no pickles_ other than the fact that two and a half years separated us, we were always mistaken as twins on those sunday mornings wearing matching turtlenecks that only those above the age of sixty
Coming Out, Poem, monologue