He could barely see the faint print on the old grey paper.
His skin was like grey paper, but burning hot to the touch.
From his pocket he drew a sheet of gray paper.
It was a single piece of gray paper, and its words were in a cipher.
Writing appeared between the portions of the gray paper.
It was a message, a bit of gray paper.
He saw the thing the shell of gray paper had concealed.
It is a woman's writing on thick gray paper.
Then she glanced to the left, where the elegant gray paper lay on the desktop.
The result looks like ink on light gray paper.
