Findings:

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• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• Her name was Natalie
• Food which was intended as such by nature
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• She always was devious in her beauty
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• The shrapnel of her self destructive nature
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• All he left her was alone
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• Taking advantage of her good nature
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• I was sure it was her
• In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
• Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
• Making her presence known (Part 3)
• watching her dance
• Don't tell her she's beautiful
• Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
• Reply (Crumpled on Her Desk)
• Ozma and Her Friends
• Ask her if she's got an answer
• We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
• Catwoman: Her Sister's Keeper
• Her Space Holiday
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• I don't owe you sympathy. You owed it to her.
• Sending her a Parasympathy card
• he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
• The papier-mâché dinosaur in her mother's toolshed, and its fateful escape
• inner nature
• Nature's Fireworks
• Nature that looks fake
• Son of Nature Trail to Hell: Another Appalachian E2 Gathering
• blank is Nature's blank
• No shit, there I was
• That was a joke, son.
• It was not a dream
• I was into them after they were hip
• I woke up and thought it was Saturday
• Now it was personal
• this girl I was in love with
• amidst the tangled material of what was
• Which God was cooler, the one from the Old Testament or the one from the New Testament?
• Wondered what the point of all of that was
• I spent one year in love and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt.
• Napster was like the lamp with the wrong pricetag
• I was relieved to find my services no longer required
• If over the hills was someplace new and forgotten
• If 6 Was 9
• He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
• I can never be sure if it was real or just another illusion
• One hour there was sunlight
• I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
• I was the liar; here is the truth
• The lawn was white with doctors
• Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
• someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
• Baby I Was Lonely (user)
• Galatea was a bookish girl
• The trail of its demise was visible from the surf.
• Could you be any more of a poseur? 'Changes' was a best-of!
• The Lark Burying Her Father
• putting on her makeup
• What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
• Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
• after her, I took my coffee black
• You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
• Sheila and her Dog
• By Appointment to Her Majesty The Queen
• Even the moon likes to change her colors
• Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
• I seduced her with late night laboratory thunder!
• She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
• The waitress unbuttoned her reticence slowly
• her eyes were brimming with souls
• upriver, the only way for her dreams to go
• Elusive, her favourite perfume
• I met her today, the girl I used to be
• Does a dog have buddha nature?
• Does a computer have a Buddha nature?
• Nature bats last
• violence comes to me like a second nature
• Climbing cherry trees when I was younger
• There was once a Man
• I was going to marry Marty
• So I was cold chillin on the corner on a hot summer's day
• Leather bound organizer
• wa (user)
• After all, the Bible says Jesus' first miraculous sign was to make 180 gallons of wine for a party!
• I got married on E2, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt and a husband
• "I was surprised to hear about the cat."
• Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter VII
• I worked at summer camp, and all I got was this lousy case of gangrene
• How Kissing Was Discovered
• I went to Atlanta and all I got was this lousy pile of junk
• A delicate and lovely monster was hiding behind the fronds
• In my own shire, if I was sad
• I was hoping for catastrophic failure
• I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
• "I was born this way" as justification for gay rights harms the gay and lesbian community
• Aunt Peg
• Freud was wrong. Freud is dead. That is all.
• When Desire Was a Virtue
• Once upon a time there was an ocean but now there is a mountain range.
• With him it was always like
• and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground
• he listened so well, he was still curious.
• What was it? What of it?
• The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
• a total loss of control over her life
• A woman and her Cock
• The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
• Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• The world is her sketchbook
• when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
• Telling Anna you love her the first time
• Her name is Rebecca
• Give Her To The Monsters
• It clings to her like dedication in the rain
• I see drops of her everywhere
• her today and gone tomorrow
• Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
• Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
• Of the Nature of Flatland
• What can change the nature of a man?
• Mathematics is the language of nature
• Nature Natural_root (category)
• And the sky was made of amethysts
• "He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
• I didn't even know he was sick!
• What was left after the party
• What if the world were flat?
• If the Windows source code was leaked, what do you think would happen?
• For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
• Gizmo was insane
• Little plaques that say "So-And-So Was Born Here"
• It was not death, for I stood up
• Shiawase wa Tsumi no Nioi
• Olympia, Washington
• I was a nice guy once
• I was Dan for fifteen minutes and I never want to be Dan again
• The Man Who Was Thursday
• I was raised by the French government
• The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
• If I was president
• Django Reinhardt was dead already
• When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
• My man was shot for his sheep coat
• It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
• apart from the shade which it offered, there was also the possibility of "French kissing"
• For one thing, he was sure his granny would never have used smack.
• UK's response to 'Extroadinary Rendition': SIS knew US was torturing suspects.
• Her braid; I obeyed
• Ribbed for her pleasure
• What do I call her?
• Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
• I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
• Herr Geist (user)
• Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
• I kissed her in the hair
• A Woman of Her Tribe
• Maid Marian and Her Merry Men
• I do not ask for her secret.
• The Madame Retrieves That Which is Hers
• What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
• Bai Her 1 (user)
• she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
• A rope to hang her, mother, a rope to hang her
• her persistent aura of entitlement
• Why do some people enjoy being in nature?
• crime against nature

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