There was leather everywhere—the soft stuff that would make good gloves—and gilt everything, and the crystal chandeliers were even bigger than in the front of the house, the rugs even fancier, and the drapes even swaggier. 2015, Faith Hunter, Dark Heir: A Jane Yellowrock Novel, page 237:
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His psongs^([sic]) grew more #confident, his swag swaggier, and his skin became something like unto a gallery at the Skeevetown Museum of Art. 2014, David Javerbaum, The Book of Bieb: