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For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
What the hell was she thinking?
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
To a girl who thought she was moving away
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
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
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was locked in time
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Besides the part where she was the only one
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
I was very, very drunk
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
When she was bad
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She is and was
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Because, perhaps she was cold
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She knew what she was doing
She was free
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She Was 18, It Was Summer
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 too beautiful to be human
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
change of course
Golf course
Coursed
Water course
Of course, they were wrong
Nutty Adventure Courses
Beyond the scope of this course
Tips for the first day of any college course
Scribblings from a table at Rue De La Course
Life has its course
You, of course, are the exception
Horses for courses
Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide
I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
Of course I agreed, feeling the door to the dream world blow open with a chill gust
Why you should always finish a course of antibiotics
main course
par for the course
Answers to Course Evaluations Questions
void of course
I'm a Catholic Girl, of course I swallow
Climb up on the Moon? Of course we did.
MIT Course Numbers
Course 19
Devil's Golf Course
Cambridge Latin Course
Mid Ohio Sports Car Course
Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
Of course, first you have to kill him
College Course Numbers
Nelson Ledges Road Course
Paper wings, of course they've fallen
Different horses for different courses
Potato obstacle course
wine course (user)
De Bono's thinking course
Bar Vocational Course
of course, (user)
A Course In Miracles
Course in Complex Analysis
Perverting the course of justice
Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself
Course des cavaliers; course des auteurs: An E2 Proseproduction
My Personal Encounter With A Course in Miracles
Of course they want to come here. Who doesn't? Besides the people from Los Angeles, but we don't speak of them.
Of course Mama'll help build the wall
"Of course humans aren't intelligent. They don't even have glurbleflukers. If you can't glurblefluke, you're not sentient."
unless, of course, we assume the narrator is delusional or lying, which is far less interesting. Or, alternatively, if we assume magic is real
A summary of the shift in tone over the course of the Harry Potter series
Of course I'm made of corn, I'm from North America
Collision Course
I should have kissed him, of course.
drunk
legally drunk
drunk driving
get drunk
Getting depression drunk
Get drunk on History
Getting drunk with editor powers
Girl drink drunk
dry drunk
Friends don't let friends drive drunk
Oh, look at me, I'm so drunk
Drunk mouse syndrome
I Saw Goodness Getting Drunk
Things men want when they're drunk
Mixed drinks you come up with when you're drunk
Drunk and refusing to stagger
Take me drunk, I'm home
coding drunk
A little bit tired, a little bit drunk, all yours
Driving while drunk vs. driving while tired
drunk as a lord
The Drunk Monks Steak
The Drunk Guy on a Cliff Puzzle
please i drunk (user)
modern drunk (user)
Arrested for being drunk in a... bar? In... Texas? Apparently so.
My first drunk
love the drinker hate the drunk
Could man be drunk for ever
some drunk magic
drunk and disorderly
drunk mistakes
Everything I learned in life, I learned from Buddhist drunks
drunk dialing
Drunk Ass Bukowski
why drunk trampolining is so fun
being drunk
Getting drunk with 16 year olds
Mothers Against Drunk Driving
Dealing With Drunks at Bus Stops
Drunk Whale
Blood drunk
drunk on the tiniest pivot

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