Post-Thanksgiving I am normally inert beyond reason when my naughty, piacular nephew will try to light my shoes on fire. 

–Cindy Capleton

Pringle took a piacular pilgrimage to the forest to pay respects and reverse a spell she had cast long ago on an over-effervescent unfaithful former lover to turn him into a quietly inert obese toad. Upon their reunion, he met her with wild croaking and hissing, for which she decided to leave him with aforementioned respects only.
-Gladys Potter

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