Klasse / Grade Neunte / Ninth
Ain't nothing but 10 grand. What's 10 grand to me?
Dread of night. Dread of not-night.
Nothing was made in Trinidad.
Nothing risque, nothing gained.
I never finished the ninth grade.
Habit is a great deadener.
I'm not made to be a mother.
Faith idles when character shrivels.
I do the gardening.