Word count: 26,121
Since this novel will be written in 10 more days, and that is woefully torturous, I need to shake things up.
The blinds presently swung open to bathe the room and its tapestries, bookshelves and marble statuettes in late-morning teal, and Sally the flight attendant lit up like gleaming chrome and Ballein just wanted to plug in.
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Oh or how about
"Life is like a box of gumps. You never know what's going to get you."
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