153 degrees or microwave temp
Your toungue, lunch and dinner, an owl, and a microwave.
My friends Joe, Maria, and I drove into the city: last night we went to a concert in the park.
For the answer to the question above, the last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves. The class met on Tuesdays. It began after breakfast. The subject was The Meaning of Life. It was taught from experience. It took place in <span>Morrie's little house right outside of Boston.</span>
