Crinkle

My old shirt has crinkled as I've forgotten to iron it out. 
He was not doing anything but just pottering about.
This month I'm short of dough, but my irresponsible father does not understand this. 
I never call her dumpling and I think I'll never do it in future because the chord connecting us is getting loose. 
The Turkish Pasha was so cruel that he killed common labourers who built his mansion. 

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