I think we've got a great young lady here.
Sooner or later you run out of tweaks.
While the stronger yen threatens to eat into the profits of exporters, it's also attracting foreigners by increasing their dollar-denominated return.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?