Findings:
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- How Much for just the Planet?
- she does not know how much I need this
- she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- Foolproof method to determine how much a person knows about computers
- Lunch, two good men, books, how much I like them
- Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- How Much Is that Doggie in the Window?
- How Eulenspiegel, along with the other boys, was made to eat too much bread
- How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- How long have you been in love with her?
- the way she wears her weary
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- I knew before I met you just how we would end
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- The further I get from the things that I care about, the less I care about how much further away I get
- You'll never know how much you've changed me
- How she saw the moon
- Just how perfect was Jesus?
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- How Stella Got Her Groove Back
- Just kiss her
- Of how Signy sent the Children of her and Siggeir to Sigmund
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She knows no truth except her own.
- She practices her speech
- He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
- How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- How to tell when your dog just wants to be friends
- Salary of the President of the United States
- How to tell when a guy just wants to be friends
- Fathers teach your daughters how to throw
- Do you even realize how much your spirit illuminates? It is like stars.
- A New Student and Her Father
- Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
- Just How You Feel
- How to use Windows regularly without hating it (much) : part two
- She says kill. I say how many.
- How much firewood equals an atomic bomb?
- How to use Windows regularly without hating it (much)
- Show your dog some much deserved respect
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
- just like my father
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- How my Father was excommunicated from the LDS Church
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
- She always was devious in her beauty
- How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- How Marsha Davis got her boyfriend
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- How much does Milliways really cost?
- How much pain did you cause?
- Just how old is James, exactly?
- How much plant life is needed to keep a person alive in a sealed room?
- grumbling dissertation on how everything would be much better if it all were to explode
- How to tell a girl just wants to be friends
- The moment you realize how much of your life experience is hopelessly interlaced
- How much information is there in the World?
- How much is a pint of milk?
- I have never been sure that you knew quite how much I loved you
- How much money do you make?
- How you gonna keep her down on the farm
- Just because it's Usenet is no excuse to forget how to punctuate
- How clear she shines
- How's she cutting?
- Sympathy for the Mongols & How The Rise of the West was just sheer Dumb Luck
- Just how is this arousing?
- How much uranium does Canada produce?
- Archived E2 FAQ: How come the site goes down so much? (document)
- Life is material; you just have to live long enough to figure out how to use it
- How much fun is a barrel of monkeys?
- And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
- How many lives could have been saved had we just said "Please" more often?
- What if I had never met you? How much the poorer would my life have been.
- She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
- calculating how much money you are making while pooping
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- She flies with her own wings
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- 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 a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- Just ring her, for Christ's sake
- How's your father?
- You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- serene. She sips her tea
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- she had already found her party
- The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
- She Will Have Her Way
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- she lit her thumb on fire
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
- She asked me to read her a poem
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- She always confused her greys with white.
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
- She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
- How much for the little girl?
- Things you can't tell just by looking at her
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
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