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German is my mother tongue and as such more natural to me, but I consider Czech much more affectionate, which is why your letter removes several uncertainties; I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it's almost like a meeting.
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tongue
language
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Franz Kafka |
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1dc1fe1
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Just remember, when someone has an accent, it means that he knows one more language than you do.
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words
tongue
language
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Sidney Sheldon |
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It's now what enters men's mouths that's evil. It's what comes out of their mouths that is.
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mouth
tongue
language
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Paulo Coelho |
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Breaking into the house in the middle of the night just wasn't his style. He did his best work in plain view, and, usually, his tongue was doing most of it. Now that was an interesting thought.
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funny
kaldar
ilona-andrews
the-edge
tongue
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Ilona Andrews |
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7573988
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It was as though her tongue were a heavy weight in her mouth, and now her heart was even heavier for having kept silent.
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silent
tongue
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Francine Rivers |
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3e497a0
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He placed a pinch of snow on his tongue and thought of making snow ice cream with Frank and their mother when they were small boys - 'First you stir in the vanilla' - Frank standing on a stool on his wondrously functional pre-Libya legs, the bullet that would sever his spinal cord still twenty-five years away but already approaching: a woman giving birth to a child who will someday pull the trigger on a gun, a designer sketching the weapon or its precursor, a dictator making a decision that will spark in the fullness of time into the conflagration that Frank will go overseas to cover for Reuters, the pieces of a pattern drifting closer together.
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frank-chaudhary
functional
jeevan-chaudhary
paraplegic
reuters
snow-cream
spinal-cord
the-fullness-of-time
vanilla
wondrous
designer
bullet
conflagration
pieces
dictator
patterns
libya
tongue
snow
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Emily St. John Mandel |
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4c33efa
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"Gankis lifted an arm to point at the distant shale cliffs. "And in the face of it there were thousands of little holes, little what-you-call-'ems..." "Alcoves," Kennit supplied in an almost dreamy voice. "I call them alcoves, Gankis. As would you, if you could speak your own mother tongue."
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funny
answer
arm
blank
captain
cliff
query
response
title
tongue
witty
word
language
point
mother
sarcastic
question
voice
wit
name
sarcasm
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Robin Hobb |
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"Forget about that and kiss me," I say. I weave my hands in her hair. She wraps her arms around my neck as I trace the valley between her lips with my tongue. Parting her lips, I deepen the kiss. It's like a tango, first moving slow and rhythmic and then, when we're both panting and our tongues collide, the kiss turns into a hot, fast dance I never want to end. Carmen's kisses may have been hot, but Brittany's are more sensual, sexy, and extremely addictive. We're still in the car, but it's cramped and the front seats don't give us enough room. Before I know it, we've moved to the backseat. Still not ideal, but I hardly notice. I'm so getting into her moans and kisses and hands in my hair. And the smell of vanilla cookies. I'm not going to push her too far tonight. But without thinking, my hand slowly moves up her bare thigh. "It feels so good," she says breathlessly. I lean her back while my hands explore on their own. My lips caress the hollow of her neck as I ease down the strap to her dress and bra. In response, she unbuttons my shirt. When it's open, her fingers roam over my chest and shoulders, searing my skin. "You're . . . perfect," she pants. Right now I'm not gonna argue with her. Moving lower, my tongue follows a path down to her silky skin exposed to the night air. She grabs the back of my hair, urging me on. She tastes so damn good. Too good. I pull away a few inches and capture her gaze with mine, those shining sapphires glowing with desire. Talk about perfect. "I want you, I say, my voice hoarse."
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kissing
spanish
brittany-ellis
intimate
touching
tongue
lips
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Simone Elkeles |
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e8d0ebf
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If you turned sideways and stuck your tongue out, you could probably pass for a zipper.
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zipper
sweet-valley
tongue
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Francine Pascal |