My vehicle fund fell to three hundred dollars.

Across the room, the private dropped a radio battery on the metal floor.

The sharp crack bounced off the walls of the shipping container.

I closed the bank tab and opened the law firm’s secure portal.

I uploaded the digital receipt for Thomas.

My phone buzzed on the desk.

Kendra sent a text with a smiley face attached to a photo of herself drinking coffee.

I ignored it and signed into the military personnel system.