Write four lines of prose that have something to do with: tingling.
Well, they certainly had their opportunities. Oh well, it was a helluva run. Maybe next year? May it at least not be another 22 years before the next playoff appearance?
Haircut was a success, by the way. No issues and Max now looks like a fine, young, respectable toddler again :P
The sensation, as it always does, begins at the base of my spine. It moves, ever so slowly, upward, taking its time as though making certain that it has my full attention.
Of course it does, for I know exactly what it means.
She has entered the room.