the triplets

Three girls sit in the glass walled house with steel chains hanging from the beams and a white metal hinged roof.
Would it have killed you to pick up some cookies?
When lifting the pages, you must do it slowly with a small silver spatula, careful not to tear the delicate paper.
She ran all the way home in winter boots two sizes too big on that hot summer day.
The world is losing its compassion.
I placed the bible beneath the kitchen table.