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She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
Hotel Detective
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
What the hell was she thinking?
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
she was waylaid by an octopus
She Was 18, It Was Summer
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She is and was
She was too beautiful to be human
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was coming out as he was going in.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She knew what she was doing
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She was steady
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
When she was bad
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was locked in time
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was free
She was so tall, and I was so in love
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She always was devious in her beauty
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Besides the part where she was the only one
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
The Great Mouse Detective
The Singing Detective
middle of summer how crazy it was
Watching the Detectives
Steam Detectives
The Cheap Detective
Anonymous Detective (user)
Detective Inspector
Clue Master Detective
Detective Comics #572
Cat Detective in the Wrong Part of Town
No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency
sleuthing with Detective Benny Parkey
Assembling My Father: A Daughter's Detective Story
An Homage to Detective Drama
Detective Chimp
Heidi, geek girl detective
Freddy the Detective
True Detective
private detective
Ten Commandments of Detective Fiction
Opryland Hotel
Heartbreak Hotel
OK Hotel
The Hotel New Hampshire
Palace Hotel
New Rose Hotel
Chelsea Hotel No. 2
Chelsea Hotel
hotel room curtains
Hotel Pennsylvania
Hotel California
Riverview Hotel
Australian International Hotel School
hotel party
Habbo Hotel
Hotel Freedom
Chelsea Hotel No. 1
The Peabody Hotel
Morrison Hotel
hotel slave
The Parable Of The Hotel
Pujiang Hotel
From The Mars Hotel
Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted
Ryugyong Hotel
The Watergate Hotel is really a haunted amusement park.
Hotel Employees & Restaurant Employees International Union
The Repulse Bay Hotel
Love Hotel Hill
Hokuo Spa & Capsule Hotel
Leading Hotels of the World
Alone in this hotel room, thinking of you
Hotel de Paris
Eliot Hotel
Hotel Corot
Sahara Hotel and Casino
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
Hard Rock Hotel and Casino
Making the Movies XXI Presenting Cafes and Hotels in Motion Pictures
King David Hotel
658/658M/701 Hotel
Imperial Hotel
Gigglesnort Hotel
Royal Hotel Dalton
Esplanade Hotel
Ice Hotel
The Greyhound Hotel
Hotel Hackesher Markt
Hotel Supramonte
Friendship Hotel
Getting a hotel room at age 16
The painting in the parlour of the Ruskin Hotel
Hotel Giant
Hotel of Strangers
Hotel Infinity
The Library Hotel
The Criterion Hotel
Sheraton Hotels
Hilton Hotels
The Grand Budapest Hotel
The Blue Hotel
cachet hotel group
cachet hotels
Rivera Hotel and Casino
songs from the choirboy hotel
songs from the choirboy hotel (category)
business hotel
The Glass Hotel
she
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
She said
She Walks in Beauty
She stopped and took a second look
She pulled the "I love you" on me

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