Expectancy is gift wrapped in the soul’s protectancy.

Expect a gaff, rejoice and laugh.

Expect nothing; you’ll still get something.

The path of expectancy is paved with reality.

Expect your pay check; assiduously neglect the lottery.

Love bedecks; hate neglects; hope expects.

Hope has its own ascendancy, a bright ballon of expectancy.

The unexpectant are dejectant.

Expectancy lives breathlessly — ostensibly.

At birth there is an expecting, at death an expected.

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