Findings:

• The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister
• Just so we’re all clear, it is okay to miss people who no longer want you in their lives
• More of The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister
• These images in their contrivance were the utter epitome of unconscious inertia
• If only the spaghetti westerns were half as good as their titles
• The dark riders were not sleeping. They were only resting their eyes.
• they couldn’t speak at all; so used to disuse were their tongues
• They left the streets stained with blood, and their howling could be heard long after they were gone
• The jongleurs for once in their lives were winning a battle (well, for themselves at least)
• And the Hippos were Boiled in their Tanks
• My hands have lost their memory
• You'll never quite know how much you've lost until you get what you were looking for
• The monkey children were everywhere back then. Their fedoras littered the roads.
• Your hunger is the longing of electrons for their lost oxygens
• Their dreams were scrawny stray dogs
• Their Eyes Were Watching God
• I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
• Necronomicon: Of Ye Old Ones And Their Spawn
• Country kids driving their sins up haunted logging roads
• relentlessly mock and deride their institutional legitimacy
• and it gets lonely in the rain while they wait for their hook-up
• More ads which make me not want to buy their cars
• Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.
• Were
• We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd
• You were my plans tonight
• Today Is the Tomorrow You were Promised Yesterday : 200 years of Information
• When We Were Very Young
• I used to think that the lives of Jane Austen's characters were shallow and meaningless
• Monster, we're here
• Why were the Protectionists unable to prevent the repeal of the Corn Laws?
• Passersby were amazed by the unusually large amounts of blood
• No Sex Please: We're British
• It is sad how many were torn off
• We're gonna find the bastard and "reward" him.
• the stars were falling just for him
• let's pretend we're all the same
• well formed
• Trolling is a form of art
• CJK Compatibility Forms
• Prenex and Skolem normal forms
• function follows form
• Long form SF on E2 (category)
• lost in the underflow
• Some who wander are lost
• lost, or trying to be
• Lincoln's lost horse, March 26, 1836
• Who never lost, are unprepared
• How Amtrak lost my business
• Button-Bright is Lost, and Found Again
• Lost in the dangling conversation
• Lost versus Survivor
• The sloe was lost in flower
• Lost In France
• i am writing a path to my true self, for when i am lost
• Original US Drug Laws
• Hong Kong original
• Bag of Crushed Child Netflix Original Miniseries
• Why American women shave their legs
• I feel their presence
• Telephone solicitors now call me at their own risk
• Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, and Their Forbidden Love
• The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair
• Viking raids
• the morning snowdrops fall like dew in the sunlight and fill my heart with their icy cold and all i can think about is you
• Why do elephants paint their toenails red?
• The fire behind their eyes died slowly and silently until nothing but the shells remained
• Bring pianos to their knees
• African weather gods and their victims
• Let's pretend we're married
• Of course, they were wrong
• If the IRA are "terrorists," so were the French Resistance against the Nazis
• If the Current Were to Call
• We're on our way to being GODS!
• If Jesus were alive today
• Everything you ever wanted to know about theatre tech, but were afraid to ask
• The Three Kings who were from Villeins
• We're sprouting wings, metamorphosing, speaking in tongues
• Lousy jobs were made for the rest of us
• Things never were what they used to be
• I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
• We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank
• We're both tops
• If you were team captain in a pick-up game of baseball and had Jesus Christ on your team, what position would you play him?
• If only our tongues were made of glass, how much more careful we would be when we speak.
• We're Never Prepared For Snow
• any way, shape or form
• New Forms
• dosage form
• Forming comparative and superlative adjectives in Latin
• It has been said that democracy is the worst form of government except all the others that have been tried.
• Silence is an art form; talking is unnecessary, discuss
• The Land of the Lost
• Lost in the Fog
• Paradise Lost: Book V
• we could get lost in the fall
• The Lost Years of Shakespeare
• Lost in motion again
• Lost pockets of excellence
• Reverend Wolff, in pursuit of others already lost, avoids the bug pit
• The lost biomenace of Hussein
• Among the lost: Schrödinger's Assassin
• Paradise Lost as an Epic
• the lost program
• Lost and Delirious
• The Lost Thing
• The Scots Confession: Chapter 3
• Werther's Originals
• institutions have lives of their own
• Why programmers don't comment their code
• The tendency for furries to have their species as a surname
• What guys do with their penis
• Round The Moon: 3: Their Place of Shelter
• Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room
• This life of yours is their revenge
• one by one their blades will grind to a halt and stand still like a white forest.
• I Think We're All Bozos on This Bus
• We were supposed to fall
• I was into them after they were hip
• Where were you when the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded?
• Where were you when someone asked where you were when something happened
• Dirty Tricks were Used!
• Before they were famous
• We Were Soldiers
• The stars were bright that night she left me forever
• While you were waiting, God vacated the premises
• The pyre-light licks you as if you were an ice sculpture. Are all members of your sisterhood finished with bevels?
• I Wish You Were Here
• Can't you tell we're barrelling toward an alien future?
• Death arrived shortly thereafter, but we were both far too busy to bother with one another just yet
• Were there civilian Transformers?
• If I were Twenty-One I would be happy
• I sometimes feel like I need every human that I can form a healthy relationship with to survive
• Ice sculptures formed by melting snow
• Greibach Normal Form
• Hell, the Forms, and Everything: An Antigone Story
• wave form
• The Book of Lost Tales
• Where organized religion lost me
• Lost Freedom
• The time I've lost in wooing
• I seem to have lost the ability to "live"
• The Lost Chip Cookies
• Lost Prophets
• Love's Labour's Lost I.i
• Lost in the cave
• All is lost
• YOU MIGHT GET LOST
• Lost Friends
• How The Original Pancake House nearly killed me
• Why guys care if their partner spits or swallows
• Their feet grow dark with his blood
• So we drank their blood...
• They don't realize they're talking about death but I can hear it behind their voices
• When the dead poets mobilize, they'll paint your picture on their planes
• Bands Who Take Their Names from Eighteenth-century English Poetry and Prose
• A tight circle of like-minded people, each with hands on the genitals of their neighbor
• I wish the biblical elders wouldn't sell their daughters
• Where their moth dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.
• Even if we're not together
• Sometimes friendships were meant to be destroyed
• Today Is the Tomorrow You were Promised Yesterday : Acknowledgements
• Scheisse! The Real German You Were Never Taught in School
• You Were The Fool
• No actual dragons were harmed in the making of this product
• As if he knew that words were how I kissed
• It's been years since we were born
• The Way We Were

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