You, on the other hand, fit the profile perfectly...

Keep your hands off fit.

Everyjoint was charred for hardness and hand-fitted, since he had no glue.

I call it "the healing hand." Seems fitting to give it to you.

Thoughts black, hands apt... ...drugs fit, and time agreeing... ...confederate season, else no creature seeing.

The way it fits hand, I thought it forged for woman or sickly child.

I mean, the pretty fits... soft hands-- definitely a moneyed individual.

Unless you've got fit waitresses handing out canapés, that helps pass the time.

"In Britannia was I forged To fit the hand of he who is destined to rule."

"In Britannia was I forged... To fit the hand of he who was destined to rule."