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I drew a speech bubble for the cop, “Ahhhh, no!” and I titled my drawing : “Mom Beats the Cops”.
The drama that unfolded that night was as exciting as anything put to the screen.
I’m going to be first to the stone.
I brought poetry to the breakfast table.
Sylvia was amused to find Vittorio learning a martial art.
And don’t tell ‘em I sent you.
Not thinking about anything is incredibly difficult.
She said ‘Jules honey, don’t you let nothing, and I mean nothing, happen to her, you hear?’
A tattoo of a flower on her left hip and a brother who was a draft dodger.
I remember my mother holding me as I cried while my father was taken off.
We chose a random grave and OxiCleaned it.
Yoshihiro Hattori knocked on the wrong door.
This is my first time in Alaska. I have a lot to learn.
But I seen dem—honest injun I did—
The girl is as aged as the shoreline.