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It was the sort of dilemma that might make a fellow anxious
Because the next thing you’ll do is melt it down to extract that mystery
The process of abstraction continues
You are so frequently seen in the company of these fine persons
He had flown into a rage and made a tremendous commotion
Truly the forkings and wanderings of the Nile are as unknowable as the streets of Cairo
Of course there was much more to it than that
They did not begin to be human again until the sun went down
He drew half a breath of air and half of water
Here was the moment when he would simply disappear
Her voice sounded quite strange at first
They are there because they look good
I already impose on your hospitality too much
At last I have rendered you speechless
He paid close attention to his appearance
The double entendre is noted
For how could I give you any aid in such a matter?
Thank you for not making a scene
I remembered the first time a dentist gave me an injection
We were never warned about heartbreak
There’s something about closing your eyes that makes you more vulnerable
I was trying to be myself, whatever that might be
She never takes any notice of me, anyway
I was the most solitary of all
We were really close, weren’t we?
We could go out in the garden; we could find a local pub
I don’t want anything
You can’t leave me here on my own
She used to seem so glamorous
The curtains were drawn across the windows in all the rooms
He tries to formulate the words to explain
He’s proud, can’t keep the smile from creeping in
He felt like a good influence
The pipes hiss and gurgle in the wall near his head
He can hear every little thing you say
The sun is gone now; it will be dark soon
Was she shaking like a leaf?
Nothing had ever been weird around here before
There was so much she didn’t know!
He had come expecting to be welcomed
Y lo que cambió ayer tendrá que cambiar mañana
The thump of the drums echoed in his skull
They left on the motorcycle later in the morning
They are waiting for you
He marvelled at the crowded dirty city
He relaxed, smiling as he looked out the window
That’s how we progress as a culture
A person dressed as a bunny hopped down the corridors
And Now for Something Completely Different
Gone Fishing
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