I abominate this weather, I don't know how the aboriginal endures this weather without any modern equipments. I abound with hopes to run in the morning, but it is abortive. I abrade my leg because I slip. This abrasion enforce my abhorrence to the weather.
I must abridge or abrogate my quantities of motion. In a word, I want to abscond to seek an absolution from this bad weather. But this abridgement means that I abstain from the challenge of difficulties. Maybe the abstemious diet will be a good punishment. I abuse the weather that has drizzle in abundance. I enter my room and pick up an abstruse scientific abstract. I am abstracted. So absurd, in this bad mood,why do I choose this article, it will make me more angry. But such absurdity happens all days for everyone, doesn't it ?