You’ve got class.
I’m taking a class.
I’m teaching a class.
What class of service would you like?
I’m outclassed.
Class glass gas sass pass passel tassle facile fast past last mast cast.
In sixth grade, after eleven years of undamaged bones, I tripped over a stray recess ball and landed on my right arm on the red top. Hairline fracture. None of the romance of a cast. No plaster surface for signatures to prove my popularity, alas.
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