Findings:
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- All he left her was alone
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- making certain he was touching her
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- Her Ivory coast, her skin
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- 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.
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- I was sure it was her
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- She always was devious in her beauty
- Her name was Natalie
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
- sifting sand to find fading past in smooth stones, sorrow was here
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- The artifact was completely impenetrable to all forms of matter except living human flesh
- fine print
- fine
- Another Fine Myth
- Fine as frog's hair
- Hello. How are you? I am fine. What is your name? My name is Jerry.
- abstract of a fine
- We're all doing just fine
- A Fine and Private Place
- Elsie Marley's Grown So Fine
- The answer is usually "Fine," whether or not you are fine
- This will be of fine service for you, you bag of the scum
- running that fine line
- The fine line between love and hate
- With sufficient thrust, pigs fly just fine
- X Presidents fine print
- fine motor skills
- Fine Gael
- It feels so fine to be a fish today
- Fine-toothed comb
- da capo al fine
- dal segno al fine
- A Hand in the Bush: The Fine Art of Vaginal Fisting
- Oh be a fine girl kiss me right now sweetheart
- One fine day in the middle of the night
- Gays don't need us heteros to propagate gay stereotypes; they're doing just fine by themselves
- Everything's fine in South Caroline (A Pothead's Tale)
- The fine line between overprotection and encouragement
- Fine Young Cannibals
- It's going to be fine
- A Fine Balance
- Factual Faction for the Freedom of Fine Facts
- Fines herbes
- fine flashy fuels
- EGBDF
- Fine paintbrush, light strokes, special paint
- A fine time to be in the Army
- fine binding
- Fine structure constant
- for now, I like it fine
- Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts
- Coffeehouse kingdom, wasted on a man too fine
- a fine place for a sulk
- The Fine Art of Reviling - Ma ren di yi shu
- Lou Fine
- Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)
- Sha Sha Fine Shoes
- Academy of Fine Art
- Nezu Institute of Fine Arts
- The Fine Art of Baloney Detection
- Fine Artist
- Why should I care about proper HTML when it looks fine on my browser? (document)
- An Evening in the City – Fine Food and Fine Brew at L’Amère à Boire
- Fine feathered friend
- Closer to Fine
- should i pretend now everything is fine?
- Fine Art Society
- Fine Feathers
- fine tuning of the fundamental constants and the anthropic principle
- Anne Fine
- Everyone's fine. You deserve better.
- Fine Structure
- IN BASE FOUR, I'M FINE
- fine structure mapping
- genetic fine structure
- He probably thinks he is doing fine
- A Fine Frenzy
- Steve Fine
- Double Fine
- There is not a fine line between love and hate. There is, in fact, a Great Wall of China with armed sentries posted every twenty feet between love and hate
- I am fine now
- Fine Litoral Sense
- Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction at Seton Hill University
- Fine Prey
- Master of Fine Arts
- I'm fine no really
- It's Fine Nevermind Forget It
- What a Fine Day (user)
- covered with minute grains, appearing like a fine sand
- There's a fine line between dreaming and dying
- Russell Greer: a Fine Upstanding Citizen (Don't Sue Me Bro)
- There's a fine line between feeling a will to live and feeling a fear of death. Sometimes they can both lead you down the same path.
- Everything Is Going to Be Fine: The 2022 Halloween Horrorquest
- Pilot Precise V5 Extra Fine
- My Fine Feathered Friends, Chapter 1: In Which I Realize I am In Over My Head
- My Fine Feathered Friends (category)
- My Fine Feathered Friends, chapter 2: In Which I Refuse to Bow
- My Fine Feathered Friends, chapter 3: In which I deal with a big bird
- My Fine Feathered Friends, Chapter 4: In which the Dawn Chorus is Crude
- My Fine Feathered Friends, chapter 5: In Which Ruth Makes a Mistake
- My Fine Feathered Friends, chapter 6: In Which I meet the Sun Son
- My Fine Feathered Friends, Chapter 7: It is a Good Day to Fly
- My Fine Feathered Friends, chapter 8: In Which We Meet an Odd Little Bird
- My Fine Feathered Friends, Chapter 9: In Which We Meet a Wise Old Bird
- My Fine Feathered Friends, Chapter 10: In Which We Mail a Letter
- My Fine Feathered Friends, Chapter 11: In Which We Have a Bit of Gardening Trouble
- John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
- moose flesh tastes irrevocably of the earth
- Innocent contact with his flesh
- Zen Flesh, Zen Bones
- Formulas Fatal to the Flesh
- Is human flesh kosher?
- It's just a flesh wound
- XML Made Flesh
- old computers have a hunger for flesh
- Empty vessel of human flesh
- Flesh rots, metal rusts, stone erodes, digital is forever
- Long Live the New Flesh!
- Flesh hook suspension
- The Word Made Flesh
- Ignorance of flesh
- All Flesh Must Be Eaten
- The Prayer Mat of Flesh
- Cafe Flesh
- Flesh probe
- Flesh Made Word
- And weeping dogs row boats of flesh
- Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence
- Thy Flesh Consumed
- flesh juice (user)
- Rebirth of the Flesh
- Lobeless knucklehead... mutants of Planet Zero... creepy crawlies demand flesh for snack...
- Flower of Flesh and Blood
- Pound of flesh
- Sarcosuchus imperator: The "Flesh Crocodile Emperor"
- Flesh and Blood
- The Way of All Flesh
- His mind went blank against the flesh next to him
- The New Flesh
- The Flesh Eaters
- Strange New Flesh
- Flesh chamber
- Human flesh for sale in London
- Phantasmagoria 2: A Puzzle of Flesh
- proud flesh
- Flesh (user)
- Flesh and blood after all: a story in pieces
- Flesh and blood after all: part 2
- Pushing Flesh
- I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh and they shall be drunk with their own blood like wine
- And your very flesh shall become a great poem
- sins of the flesh
- Our Lady of the Burning Flesh
- All flesh is grass
- I'm going to take five of those six exclamation points and drive them into the soft flesh under your fingernails
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