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In a deep sexy voice, she said Windows don't turn me on. I raised an eyebrow at her, Mac user?
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Sometimes you have to fight fire with a blowtorch
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What a gift to have a son.
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hope
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You can't buy what you want. It all comes as a gift.
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love
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Anything tastes good when you wash it down with chocolate.
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You should not face the world if you are unable to give to the world,
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Hunger makes the best sauce,
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When I woke the next morning, gray light suffused the bedroom curtains. Tom was still asleep, so I moved through my yoga routine, then tiptoed to the kitchen. A mountain breeze moved languidly through the pines and aspens surrounding our house. I opened the back door for Scout the cat and Jake the bloodhound, and reminded myself that today we were celebrating my only son's seventeenth birthday. Okay, we were two months late. But, so what? I..
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For had it been an adversary who taunted me, then I could have borne it; or had it been an enemy who vaunted himself against me, then I could have hidden from him. But it was you, a man after my own heart, my companion, my own familiar friend.
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I had deliberately let the relationship with Schulz wane until there was little left. We had been like the hot chocolate they sell at ski resorts. For your buck fifty, a machine first spews dark, thick syrup into a cup. This liquid gradually turns to a mixture of chocolate and hot water. Soon there is just a stream of hot water, and in a moment, drops. You wish the chocolate part would go on gushing forever, but it doesn't.
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I'd kill to get into Stanford." A you've-got-to-be-kidding laugh snorted across one of the dining tables at the headmaster's house. "Start playing football," whispered another voice. "Then they'll kill to get you."
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I felt guilty about the broken china; the fallen pot ring; the fancy towels, now ruined; the dinner . . . but most of all, I was worried about Yolanda, who was in excruciating pain from burns. . . . Sean's
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As gently as possible, I sprinkled the cubes over her legs. "Goldy,"
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One down a joyless, undecorated corridor to a long, windowed room that resembled the day room of a hospital. The guard opened the door and waited for me to pass through, then stationed himself by a window, sentrylike. In the far right corner, General Bo Farquhar was slumped in a turquoise plastic chair. When he heard us come into the room, he moved slowly to get up. He turned to face me, then held out his arms. I walked forward and hugged h..
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between the three of
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veteran--or so she claimed--of
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masculine blend of brown and
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Darling, my friend has just been mugged and she needs better coffee than this. Was it made from ancient beans? Do us all a favor and make a fresh pot.
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I'm sorry for when you asked me about Soviet foreign policy I said , Who gives a $@!&?
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canceled?
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believe
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Exactly. Well, not exactly. She didn't say 'have sex.' She
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Warren
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