His eyes flickered round the room like two lightbulbs that needed changing.
She clung to him like a cardigan to a coathanger.
The birds sped past the window like bullets fired from a gun.
He absailed past the stained glass windows depicting Jesus and was suddenly struck by romantic thoughts.
Looking with her eyes, she read the ransom note.
She typed on the keyboard using her fingers.
Hair fell in an endless cascade from her head...
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Thanks for that. I feel much better now.
