When a hot iron is picked up, the first reaction, assuming that the iron in question is not a flat one for de-wrinkling clothes but in fact a hot piece of iron, is to yell loudly and drop the damn piece of hot metal!
When irony strikes there is no quick reaction. There is only the fresh brand and a stench of gotcha.
Into the night the detective followed the very clues that would lead him to the fact that he was following clues at night rather than getting a proper sleep. Into the night the archaeologist dug for clues that archaeologists only dig during the day. Into the night my focus drew on the words, the fate-sealing words: focus is unachievable.
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