Besides, those are my animals.
It isn't one of those things you can talk through, I guess.
It was one of those break-through moments.
Look at those big gray eyes and that beautiful red hair!
Give me one of those polo shirts and I'll go wash up.
It was time to shove those old inhibitions out of their bedroom.
But then, maybe Alondra was one of those people who simply took a long time to warm to strangers.
For the most part, the facial expressions of those sitting around the table were sympathetic, but Dulce looked as if she was ready to break into tears.
Right now she'd like to kiss those smooth lips - and she might if she didn't know where they'd been last.
Fighting with each other wasn't going to do anything but play into the hands of those instigating the trouble.
But then; he insisted those things were also hers.
Those words stayed in her mind all afternoon.
When had he shut out those fond memories of rodeos and outings at the Medena hacienda?
That wide-eyed innocent look and those full lips reminded him of a fairytale princess.
Even the way she wore her hair, with those braids wrapped around the top of her head like a crown and the long shiny blond curls falling around her shoulders and down her back – she wasn't simply beautiful.
In those last moments when it was too late, she had decided to go with them.
In fact she had avoided - even pushed away those who might want to claim close friendship.
The man stepped out and those piercing blue eyes questioned her silently from under furrowed bows.
Those blue eyes were boring into her soul, searching for heaven only knew what.
You wouldn't get two miles into those woods before you were lost.
But then so was the scream of a mountain lion, and she had never seen one of those, either.
Finally even those subsided, leaving her feeling weak and drained.
It was on one of those occasions that Lisa made her first perplexing discovery.
Those animals were more afraid of her than she of them, and he knew it.
What if a snake had been in those bushes?
Why don't you protect those fantastic legs with some jeans and I'll take you to explore the woods.
I'll take care of those details.
Those jeans make your legs look so long.
A touch of humor flashed in those blue pools, and then it was gone.
Those eyes were dark now, mostly because the pupils were large.
Those eyes would be mocking her, or maybe filled with fear.
Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.
What was it he said that day in the mountains... a body could be lost in those hills forever?
The cogs were working behind those blue eyes.
For Quint, those pieces were essential to wrapping up his case.
Those hospital corridors are long and the patients are relentless.
Mom always told me to watch out for those fast talkers.
My parents used to listen to those old songs.
What goes on outside those doors is none of their business.
Brandon, we all agreed on those rules.
All our cuddling was done outside those doors.
Those are the plain and simple facts.
She couldn't have forgotten those eyes.
See what you can do with those.
Thanks. Those things give me the creeps.
I take it you don't want to fix those snakes.
It would be a shame to ruin those beautiful eyes with this sun.
What was going on behind those fantastic eyes, she couldn't say, but Pete's jaw must have dropped a mile.
It reminded her of those days, years ago, when the family laughed and talked to each other.
Don't you ever try to use one of those on me again.
Get those mules inside the circle of wagons and be ready for trouble.
He could have gone to get those troops - or to Ashley for that matter.
Get those mules in here!
Fourteen left - two of those wounded.
Suddenly all those annoying rules of conduct began to make sense.
Could it grow strong enough to make her forget about those who depended on her?
She started to call out to him, but a pretty young Indian girl emerged from those same bushes.
Were those Comanche Indians that we stayed with?
I was going to, but then I tossed you those rabbits - and the war was on.
Maybe it was the fact that he never smiled, or the loneliness in those green eyes.
I guess those are all excuses.
I suppose he missed those.
The weather grew intermittently warmer and on one of those sunny warm days, Cade invited her to pack a lunch and join him in a ride on the ranch.
Of course, it would be more profitable for the ranch if I culled those animals by taking them to the slaughter house.
The more they get to eat, the more offspring they will produce, and some of those offspring will need to stake out new territory.
Maybe he was one of those men who felt they needed to protect and care for all women.
I've pondered the events of those few months so often and so deeply I know if I don't at least commit the experience to paper I'll never move forward.
The pure uniqueness of what we did virtually demands that there exist somewhere a record of what transpired and the terrible toll the results exerted on those of us involved.
I'd outgrown those feelings, hadn't I?
Those units I use have been utilized and tested thousands of times.
Maybe one of them is like those mushrooms you hear about that book you on a psychedelic vacation.
They say those trips are super vivid.
"Wouldn't you want the answers to those questions?" she asked all of us.
Those were the last words spoken as I turned out the light.
I flirted like a hooker and goaded him into discussing all those sordid confessions he'd be hearing.
Whatever was between those buildings must have burned down.
All those folks were going about their business and now they're dead.
Remember in grade school when one of those bullies would put you in a half-nelson or whatever you call it, and twist your arm up your back?
This causes them to be drawn to those flowers in their search of pollen.
Everyone was tired so after perfunctory greetings over a single glass of wine for those of us drinking, we retreated to our sleeping quarters.
I'm like those reclusive millionaires who own priceless art and won't let the rest of the world see it.
Our inquiries are directed toward the accuracy of what you're seeing; did those scenes actually occur in the past.
I was the only one to see those visions.
What about those we were accusing?
Agreed. If those tips can continue, I'll do anything you say.
No one will see me and tip those who vow to stop my kind.
We agreed to prioritize those where possible.
I realized those receiving our tips lacked a reason to share our absolute confidence.
Those dreams tear him up.
God, don't you remember those first few weekends?
None came close to the successful track record of those tips identified as coming from the notorious Psychic Tipster.
If you tell me every little thing you know or even suspect, I'll just drive away and let you walk down the lane to one of those farm houses we passed.
I'd have to believe someone is smart enough to tie those crimes all together.
I wouldn't deny one's right to fulfill love, but doing so will have serious consequences on an untold number of lives, even those you're saving.
There's a particularly brutal rapist terrorizing a college in Indiana but Howie hates those.
Four murders are getting a lot of interest but those are out of the question too.
But you don't need those numbers; I understand you've done your homework searching public records.
How could a person keep their sanity under those circumstances?
When those occasions arose, Betsy stepped in and tried to talk Howie into the state of relaxation he required.
We could always go back to throw away phones but even those were suspect when our pursuer was a high level government agency.
There can't be too many of those sold.
What do we all do, take those fake papers and run off someplace and start over, or go into hiding?
Those two might kill each other without a referee.
We all make errors sometimes but those who care keep right on loving us.
Now, let's see what you've done with those numbers.
Maybe do to us what they did to those victims.
Ronnie doesn't know any of those people and he keeps saying I should step up to the plate, like it's the least I could do 'cause he already tolerates me like a bad case of hemorrhoids.
But I don't know any of those relatives except Martha.
Look, just tell the gathering how painful it is to have missed all those good times by not remembering this lovely woman everyone says is such a saint.
The fiend who did that is still out there; the one who killed those children and police officer and God knows who else!
Are those places you named near Santa Barbara?
They'll use those names we were all given.
And remember those three little numbers; 911.
Perhaps I shall make do with those that remain here before I follow the sun westward.
Howie refuses to leave without taking all those machines with him.
What everyone did to him makes me think of what those Pennsylvania Dutch folks do; shunning is it called?
A number of those in attendance asked if the service was still on for seven o'clock.
Was he truly the only person capable of doing those wondrous deeds?
At the expense of sounding immodest, I must say I am one of those who can attain this state.
Those around him moved away, and those on a path towards his side of the hall changed their minds and turned around.
You can dig through those as well.
My job is to protect people like you from monsters like those in the alley.
Those guys would have killed you if he hadn't.
Bianca was the only one of those around him who could cook.
She'll lose those, too.
His memories and thoughts played like home videos, similar to those of her mate, Damian, and his adopted brothers.
Only those touched by fate had such vivid memories that entered her mind unbidden.
You can make your own rules within those duties, she said.
Water streamed through the gutters, and those cars out in the storm crawled block-to-block.
There was a reason he'd severed his connection to his emotions all those years ago.
Shouldn't you be saving those people so I don't blow them up?
It was where she belonged, now that she'd helped those that needed it and lost her brother.
"Where did those come from?" he asked.
Those two will continue to send people to kill you, just like Jule and the swordsman.
She snapped into motion, but he deflected her next strike as easily as he had those of the vamps he killed.
Neither of those things would matter when dealing with Xander.
Jule, can the souls of those long dead still be freed, even if they're trapped in the ground?
We all serve the same cause of protecting those weaker than us from evil.
I hate those little trolls.
So do I. I choose to kill those that hurt others.
It looked untouched, but a quick search revealed the only weapons remaining were those she'd taken when she left her room, and the beacon was gone.
As she stepped away from the magic of the Henge, sorrow for those women who came before her pulled her from the powerful high.
You look like Charles with those red eyes.
And those notes aren't good enough.
One of those aphrodisiacs or something.
He didn't know the names of everyone in the latest generation of his Guardians yet, especially not those working in the field.
I'm rebuilding as fast as I can, but it ain't easy finding new Guardians, let alone those who make good agents.
He maintained a shield around it that made it invisible to those who didn't know where it was.
In fact, she did see him in those positions, and in many more.
The visions were less invasive than those from others, like background music at a department store.
I don't sleep with random men, especially those who aren't … you're not even human, are you?
No human's eyes glowed red, and their inhuman growls as she passed resembled those of animals.
"You shouldn't say those things," she whispered.
He didn't like that she was able to pull those memories free of the prison he'd sent them to.
His family's coat of arms, if they had those then.
Would she spend eternity like this, doomed to knowing only the dark secrets of those around her?
Dusty caught his arm and motioned for those in the library to leave.
The Guardians knew that betrayal would be confronted by Dusty, and even those loyal to Damian feared him appearing unexpectedly at their door.
His power was checked but his unusual presence enough to draw the looks of those around them.
Damian's home videos played, intertwined with those of others, until a wave of power washed over her.
Jule's smiles were less reserved than those of the other men despite his unfriendly appearance.
She didn't like those boundaries one bit.
Call in those from the neighboring sectors.
His brother wasn't sure of anything or anyone else, even if he did match the faces in his thoughts with those around him.
"Ikira, I am a Watcher, one of those who guards the Guardians," he said with another of his warm smiles.
The Dark One likes to control those close to him.
I will never say those words!
The thought of an eternity with someone incapable of caring for her was a nightmare beyond those she had already lived.
I'm one of those TV vampires.
Those fangs are so sexy.
Those skills give me a small chance of leaving, he reminded her.
You will soon learn that those who lose deals with me are a desperate lot.
"I find it entertaining that you were willing to do whatever it took for humans you never knew, but those who knew you weren't willing to do the same," he said.
Why would he want the dealer behind those who hurt her?
I didn't know what to do after you showed me those pictures, Rhyn.
"You'll have to trust me, Wynn, the way I trusted you for all those years," she continued in a hushed voice.
"To restrict his powers, he can move between Hell and the mortal world but not beyond without the permission of those deities who rule the other domains," Zamon continued.
He also generously awarded those who helped him win battles.
You will never deal outside of those we make in private.
With a sickening feeling, she realized she'd never asked Darkyn what she meant to: how to turn off the seductress or at least, defend herself against those drawn to her.
Instead, she wondered if those people she lived with would punish her if they knew what she was doing.
He added, "They settle ninety percent of those things before the judge gets his robes on."
Before old Pop Dawkins croaked, those guys hardly spoke to each other.
Those were taken on a very clear day, in the late afternoon sun.
Let him rummage around inside it and find all those treasures himself.
While Cynthia was proud of her son Randy's athletic achievements, she always saw those abilities as a means to an end—not an end in itself.
Fine. I can hardly wait to get elected so I can get rid of those two winners you hired before you bailed out.
They pulled up in a van full of guys dressed in those white biological suits that cover you head to toe.
Is that the mine those Dawkins boys were fighting over the other night?
Bertha and I are a team, and she's a lot cheaper than renting one of those pricey new Jeeps.
What should have been unfinished was the pie you had for last night's supper and all those Fat Tire Ales.
He could lie and tell them he was a police officer or sheriff and maybe squeeze some tidbit of information about recently released mom Patsy, but surely Fitzgerald would find out and tank his election ambitions, if those aspirations weren't already six feet under.
Absent one of those gizmos to see around corners or a newspaper with a hole in it to held high like all the really cool spies do, Dean tried the direct approach.
I could go down to the courthouse myself and learn all those answers.
When he'd finished, he asked Fred, "How many of those trunks were sold in total?"
"Even those aren't foolproof," Dean answered.
She stood too near, perfumed and ram-rod straight, fixing him with a level and unfaltering gaze with those arresting eyes.
We talked about writing a will, but it was one of those things you never get around to doing—we're all going to live forever.
He never did make it back to Colorado in all those years—not even for a visit.
Those hoses pack a whale of a wallop.
If I find out it was one of those Dawkins boys, I'll respond in like fashion, and out in the open, not hiding behind boulders.
As much as Dean wanted to press his guest on the possibility that the bones were those of her father, he realized such a question was tasteless and inappropriate.
You don't want all those ladies to make you stand in the corner if you don't have the right answers.
"If I put a rose in those folded hands, they'd carry you out of here feet first," Dean said.
If anyone would know happenings forty years ago, those guys would.
Even more disconcerting, while Dean knew a small number of those present, he didn't spot a one of Fred's supportive cronies.
Violations, especially by those supplying alcohol to minors, should be dealt with severely.
You don't print up those signs and take out newspaper ads on that short notice.
"Those state agency people never get excited," Dean said.
His thoughts wandered to Billy Langstrom's love-widow Melissa, now absent even those precious two commodities with which to face the world.
"If you're looking for an opinion, we have an abundance of those," Roger offered.
There was a clan of 'em, those Hutchins boys.
Maybe Dean should consider those two as well.
He grumbled something about getting one of those "take a number" dispensers the big city post offices had, right below their self-serving signs applauding their high level of service.
I forgot to tell him about those silly bones he was interested in.
Those things will kill you.
We were in Hawaii and pretty mellowed out on one of those perfect beach nights, watching the moon dance on the incoming surf.
One of those isn't-it-a-small-world things.
Sure. He was like those guys in the musicals—loveable rogues who roll into town and catch the eye of the local star-struck gal and sweep them off their feet.
He couldn't hold a candle to my real father—the one who was there for me all those years.
If in fact those reports were all lies, he may have never even entered the Lucky Pup.
But there's no way to prove it—a good attorney would rip those allegations apart like a wet newspaper.
There's lots of reasons those records don't pick up a death but it would be nice to see it listed there.
No one worked the Lucky Pup in those days.
Brandon's feelings about the event were intense, even after all those years.
You will find much of your power diminished, especially among those who used to bow to you.
He was happy to sit on the sidelines and wait for those hard lessons to start.
She recalled people, places, and some routines, like those that human-Deidre did at least once a day: getting dressed, the bathroom, showering.
"One of those," she said, pointing.
No. Three of those.
The thought of letting him run those hands wherever he wanted thrilled the human in her and terrified the former goddess.
As a goddess, she had no need for those around her to trust her.
According to the dealer I cornered, there's been some skirmishing between those loyal to you and those who want to install someone else.
"Bad. Those who support you are few and are being driven into the Everdark forest," Tymkyn replied.
Demons – especially those personally trained by Darkyn – knew how to sense weakness.
What did he do to those who hadn't taken that final step but probably would soon?
Those around them were silent, still.
"Dismissed!" he called to those remaining.
At the first sign of real trouble, those who weren't had begun to show their true allegiances.
To appreciate, one had to feel, and those born deities were somehow numbed to the world.
I plan on returning to see what my brother is doing with all those histories he's not sharing.
Those huge hands had started to explore her body in a way that left her feeling feminine, delicate, and willing to let him take control in a way she never permitted him before.
The only emotions I felt had to be so intense and when they were, they still felt nothing like those I know now, she explained.
Deidre gazed at the strange human forest, whose trees weren't alive like those of her underworld.
It never sat well with him that those charged with enforcing Death's mission served not out of choice but obligation to the deity that stole their souls.
She didn't remember what those choices involved but didn't think it mattered.
Then there were those where Darkyn was stripping off her skin and sucking her blood.
Those dreams were the worst.
She never realized how easily he read those around him until he was throwing her thoughts into her face.
Cora was a good woman, and Gabriel needed those in his life.
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