A little girl said she would write about "Summer."
As a girl, she had wandered the woods with friends.
I didn't see the girl at the pool.
He did tell the girl he had a ranch in Texas.
Do you think the woman and the girl were people from your past; relatives?
The count jumped up and, swaying from side to side, spread his arms wide and threw them round the little girl who had run in.
Suddenly, to his great joy he saw little Lucy Martin lean over her desk and whisper to the girl in front of her.
A young girl was taken from her bed as she slept.
Do you want a boy or a girl, Dad?
The girl sat in the middle of the seat, with Zeb and the Wizard on each side of her.
If he had come out here to get the girl, why had he sent the dress and the flower?
She felt somehow drawn to the picture of a frail looking girl with dark eyes that looked out hauntingly from a delicately beautiful face.
The girl smiled and took it.
But he did not wish the little girl to think him a coward, so he advanced slowly to the edge of the roof.
A little girl had written: I have a new dress.
The poor girl is very unhappy.
No wonder the girl invited his attention.
Now, sweet mother, your little girl must say good-bye.
I know she's a scamp of a girl, but I like her.
He patted the little girl with his white hand and kissed her.
The little girl jumped up at once.
The tall slender girl looked hauntingly sad, and yet proud.
I was very sorry that the poor little girl with the browns and the "tangled golden curls" died.
To a girl who enjoyed surprises, he was a gold mine.
"I'm sure the Princess is ready to be picked," asserted Dorothy, gazing hard at the beautiful girl on the bush.
The girl, greatly astonished, ran to lean over the edge of the roof, and saw the man walking rapidly through the air toward the ground.
Then she said: Wrong girl did eat letter.
No, she is not stupid, she is an excellent girl," he sometimes said to himself "she never makes a mistake, never says anything stupid.
You do realize that if it's a girl, we're going to be unevenly matched.
Getting around in front, so that she could look inside, the girl saw a boy curled up on the seat, fast asleep.
But she's a girl now, and the sweetest, loveliest girl in all the world.
He said it would work for a girl or a boy.
The girl was abducted in Georgia.
"Really," said the girl, anxiously, "I must get back as soon as poss'ble to my own folks."
Whenever anything delighted or interested me she talked it over with me just as if she were a little girl herself.
The police blamed street violence though the neighborhood was wrong and girl had no known gang involvement.
She said the poor young girl talked and acted exactly like a little child.
You looked like a scared school girl out there when I found you.
Natalie is a good girl and does not cry.
In which case, he'd sure picked the right girl to hound.
You're the first girl who has ever accepted me for what I am.
The girl turned to face Bordeaux.
There was a little girl of about six or seven playing with a doll on the floor.
The boy was only four years old, and the girl was not yet six.
A missing girl fell through the ice and drowned while Howie helplessly watched.
Last October I heard of an unusually bright little girl in Texas.
The next evening after the trial the little girl begged Ozma to allow her to look in the enchanted picture, and the Princess readily consented.
She did not seem at all like a girl in love and parted from her affianced husband.
"It's true enough," returned the girl, earnestly.
The dear, sweet little girl, it makes my heart ache to think how utterly she is cut off from all that is good and desirable in life.
I told her that the book wasn't afraid, and must sleep in its case, and that "girl" mustn't read in bed.
One little girl had fewer presents than the rest, and Helen insisted on sharing her gifts with her.
There an old maidservant was grumbling at a young girl who stood panting, having just run in through the cold from the serfs' quarters.
"What a darling that girl is!" thought he.
What a charming girl she is, really!
Carmen was looking at someone behind the camera and Alex was looking at a girl who stood about five feet from him.
Did she think Giddon had other reasons for bringing a young girl into the house?
"But how can you get down?" enquired the girl, wonderingly.
"Then we're all right," said the girl, "for if the dragon went the other way she can't poss'bly get to us now."
"The girl that rules the marvelous Land of Oz," was the reply.
What boy or girl has not heard the story of King Robert Brace and the spider?
But the little girl gave the angry kitten such a severe cuff that it jumped down again without daring to scratch.
Your father didn't leave willingly - and he didn't leave with the saloon girl, the way everyone thought.
So you want another girl.
You've been a very good girl.
How old is the girl?
The minute Howard had arrived; Allen was in his face, accusing him of stealing his girl.
Look what you've done to the poor girl.
I can't imagine why he didn't tell us his friend was a pretty girl.
Where's the pretty girl?
Obviously they thought she was upset by Michael's interest in another girl.
Your father told me you were a spirited girl.
She let her gaze fall significantly on the Indian girl.
Bordeaux had one arm wrapped fondly around the shoulders of a saloon girl.
He turned his back to her, facing the girl.
Little did I know that while you were proposing to me, you were making plans to marry you're little saloon girl.
Would you believe he covers up with the excuse that he's saving himself for one special girl?
And why had he told Chet that she was his girl?
I dated Amos Croft when I was a girl.
With sandwich in hand she went back on line and located a missing girl.
The man jogged from the house carrying the young girl.
A girl's life is in serious danger.
This is definitely the same guy that killed the Delaware girl we nearly caught.
Howie located a Salt Lake City missing girl of twelve, hidden in the loving care of a distant aunt.
We knew the young girl was in trouble shortly after she left her house, with Howie following closely behind her.
He stayed with them and was shocked when the car left the road, bumping into a secluded copse, frightening the girl.
Her killer was pulled over the next day by an observant trooper shortly after dumping the young girl's body.
Oh, and tell him I swear not to look at what other girl's he's been calling... cross my heart, like fun!
The assailant pushed a rag against the sleeping girl's nose and mouth and quietly, but with surprising speed, was down the stairs and out the front door in the matter of seconds.
The girl remained unconscious as the man drove away.
Julie was a pretty girl, in her mid-twenties, I guessed.
There's nothing wrong with that girl!
If they succeeded, they'd stick your guy... or girl, in a box in McLean and pump 'em dry.
The girl tells an incredible story.
They'll follow up on the girl's story even though you and I know it's bogus.
Another dead end, but at least he spared the girl.
Once in a while, I'm off duty and a call comes to someone else but I think the tipster person maybe knows my hours, 'cause it's rare another girl has to answer.
I can tell you're a smart girl, Brenda.
You're being a good little girl.
God, I don't know if I ever even kissed a girl before Julie!
We would meet the young girl on Saturday.
The young girl ran off without a word.
She turned to the young girl.
And delight of delights; there's a pretty young girl in the game!
As soon as girl and pooch were out the door, Betsy had news, preempting my announcement.
This was so unlike the girl I'd known for a lifetime.
She is a mother to the beautiful young girl I saw walking the family dog.
She was a sweet girl and I'd truly miss her when she returned to her mother, and presumably her stepfather.
The look of shock on Betsy's face was immediately picked up by Molly and frightened the young girl.
The pretty young girl materialized, hair wet and smiling, dressed in a new bathrobe Betsy had purchased.
"We'll talk about it, honey," she said giving the girl a hug.
Here's the deal, guys and girl.
Annie was a beautiful young girl who lived in our Santa Barbara neighborhood.
The girl was younger than Annie, but she was taken from her bed, same as Annie, and held for a week or more.
An article on young girl reported missing from her Worcester home brought back memories of Betsy searching for more details on similar disappearances.
I think my wife, a friend and a young girl are shopping at your mall and I believe they're in danger!
I think the man who did it may have taken my wife and a young girl.
Now let's try and locate your wife and the little girl.
When she tried to intervene the couple said the girl had just fainted.
As I parked in my barn, the beautiful little girl I've dreamt about began to squirm and awaken.
As strong as the girl was, she was too small to bring Jonny back from the place the Others sent him.
The Watcher's hand fell away, and his gaze went to the dark side of the bay, where the little girl was already fast asleep.
"He was seeing this girl, and he told you he was going to go so you didn't think he'd spent the night with her and … you know …" "Jonny's not in Indiana?"
You know what a girl likes.
"Boy or girl?" he asked, genuinely happy about Damian and Sofia's first child.
"But I met this girl and she-- " "Hell, no."
Uncertain but determined, he strode to the teenage girl and snatched her arm.
With magic or without, he'd won every brawl he'd ever been in, and he definitely wasn't afraid to fight a girl.
"Look, girl," Jule said, rising.
That little girl did this?
They're the ones who told me to kill the girl.
Everyone on the planet is out to get this girl.
He'd long thought the girl and her father were unusual.
The girl visited the town nearly every weekend, and her father accompanied her once every few weeks.
He followed the Other and the girl.
I see the girl and the Other in your thoughts.
The girl still sleeping?
The thought of him made her feel like a girl in junior high being asked to her first dance.
Bet he's got a girl in town.
The girl or the ability to read minds?
"There's no girl," he called after her.
"Yeah. Good girl," Rainy said.
I definitely need some girl stuff.
A girl in her mid-teens lay still on the hospital bed central to the room.
Unwilling to admit to the bonds let alone talk about them, Deidre focused on the girl.
Deidre wasn't certain what to think at the sight of the girl on the bed.
The girl appeared to be sleeping, her breathing deep and steady.
Deidre frowned, disturbed by the idea of some psycho hurting the girl.
Deidre returned her attention to the girl.
It didn't make sense that nothing could save the girl, or that Darkyn was capable of trying to.
This isn't the right girl.
Her thoughts returned to the sight of the girl in the bed.
Was the girl in pain?
She ended up in her room as expected and left for the girl's room three doors down.
Her eyes fell to the girl.
Deidre crossed to her and touched the girl's forehead.
What if the silly, innocent, clueless little girl you spent years lying to actually had something that you need to leave here?
"Didn't think this silly little girl that believed your lies for years had it in her?" she asked in a bitter tone.
Deidre twisted the top of the vial open and neared the girl.
Deidre helped him lift the hacking girl into a sitting position.
The girl's opened her mouth to answer.
She met Selyn's confused gaze as the girl looked around the room.
The girl appeared stunned.
The girl continued to stare at her.
Curious to see how the girl was, Deidre walked three doors down and paused.
A look of pained yearning crossed the girl's face, as if she wanted badly to speak but couldn't.
"A servant," Deidre said, not wanting them to hurt the poor girl.
Harmony stared at her then at the teen girl.
She couldn't stand the thought of seeing Selyn hurt, as much because of everything the girl had been through as the thought of hurting Darkyn.
"This is stupid," the girl finally said, trying to sound angry.
The girl wondered if he was as frightened as she.
The girl was close enough behind him to smell the dankness of his tangled locks.
The ten-year-old girl had resided at Bird Song with David Dean, his wife Cynthia, and Dean's seventy-seven-year-old stepfather, Fred O'Connor, for the past six months.
According to the brief phone call, the ten-year-old girl's natural mother, another loser like faux foster mother Janet, had been recently discharged to a halfway house after doing hard time in the state's Cañon City facility.
He went to the sink and began attacking the pile of dirty dishes as he pondered how they would tell the young girl her world was about to flip upside down.
"She's out now and Martha deserves to know," Cynthia said as she went to the girl's bedroom to break the news.
Mrs. Lincoln, the Deans' cat, strolled into the room and rubbed the young girl's leg as if to ask what was the problem.
Dean went to cat and girl and gave them both a long hug.
The young girl bowed her head but said nothing.
Cynthia came to the rescue, taking the young girl's arm, and led her to the kitchen.
The girl understood and began to clear them.
It was a beautiful smile that caused Dean to wonder what life the young girl had left behind.
If I was your real girl, instead of just somebody staying here, would you?
Besides, you're a good girl.
Cynthia was startled by the young girl's unusual tone and immediately regretted not being forthcoming.
The young girl rose.
After eleven pairs of shoes, two stray dogs who gave up on me, and a girl friend who skipped off with a coal truck driver in West Virginia, here I am.
"Martha!" he yelled over his shoulder, knowing the young girl would hear in the next room.
"Sit down," Cynthia said, but in spite of the pleasant way she said it, a fleeting look of trepidation passed over the young girl's face.
"You're a very brave little girl," Cynthia sighed, "even if what you did was foolish."
You must have been a really naughty little girl.
Martha eventually slipped into a troubled sleep when Cynthia, with Dean by his side, again convinced the child they believed her, and promised to see the young girl's discovery reach daylight.
No one wants to think about the result of their actions nowadays, and no one talks about how this ruins the poor girl's life.
There's a young girl who's been staying with us.
He's got so much going for him—a girl who loves him, a great family, smarts, education, good looks, and you said he's a jock.
There had been no mention of the lack of contact from the girl, but all three were disappointed no call had been received.
"Look," Dean said, "I don't want to violate any rules, but this little girl was in our care up until a couple of days ago and we're very interested in her welfare.
We're putting a lot of trust in what a little ten-year-old girl said, aren't we?
He missed the small girl and her shy smile a hundred times a day.
A waif of a girl sat beside him.
Dean wondered if the young man knew the girl's condition.
Martha, the little girl who originally told us about them, described them differently from what Fitzgerald found.
Not just, 'what are you going to be when you grow up, little girl?'
The bones—there's a chance they belonged to a man who may have gotten a high school girl pregnant.
Look, I feel like a fool asking embarrassing questions, especially to someone as kind as you've been, but my wife and I promised a little girl we'd follow up on this.
If your bones belong to someone who impregnated a young girl years ago, why do you care now?
Too bad your girl Martha wasn't here to see it.
The young girl wanted to know about Fred, Maria, and Mrs. Lincoln and even asked about SB, her newly acquired stuffed owl.
I'm not sure all packaging wouldn't look unfamiliar to a girl her age.
All we were trying to do is respond to a little girl's wishes and find out the identity of the skeleton she found.
And now that poor girl has to give birth to a fatherless baby.
They were also concerned over yesterday's strange call, apparently from a state worker, asking if they'd heard from the girl.
She's the mother of the girl who discovered the bones.
I can't seem to get through to anyone to even talk to the girl.
Fred had told him the young girl lived between divorced parents, always at odds with one or the other.
We're not accusing you of anything, but the girl telephoned here.
How could you let a little girl be alone with a convicted criminal long enough to be kidnapped?
A little girl is missing.
"My people tell me all the little girl talked about was Ouray and you folks," Groucho said, "so I figured she and her old lady were coming this way."
Is there news about the girl Martha? he asked.
There was no young girl with Patsy Boyd nor did she mention one.
They think Patsy Boyd stashed the kid with a relative or a buddy and the girl's okay.
There was no further official word on Martha's whereabouts, but Fred continued to assure the Deans not to worry, saying the girl was in good hands, whatever that meant.
Cynthia, who'd followed the men to the door, was the first to smother the young girl in hugs and kisses, and an ample dose of tears with the others joining in with equal enthusiasm.
All hints of hesitation left the young girl in the wake of the smother of love that enveloped her.
The Deans knew they couldn't simply keep Martha without reporting her arrival to the Midwest authorities that were searching for the girl as a kidnapping victim, and her mother as a fleeing fugitive.
Dean reminded the voice on the other end of a three-way conversation that mother and girl hardly knew one another.
Maria crushed Martha in her happy embrace, although what she'd perceived of the young girl's absence through the veil of her linguistic limitations was anyone's guess.
Added to the group were various newcomers, ignorant until now of the young girl's recent odyssey.
"He has a gun," Cynthia said, as if hesitant to speak in front of the young girl.
But then the little girl Martha came forward and changed everything before I had a chance.
This thought, of what the demon lord might do to the poor girl who had suffered enough, was what made Wynn feel guiltiest.
Wynn didn't want to imagine what Darkyn did to the sweet girl he left behind in Hell.
A girl in her mid-teens lay in a hospital bed in the center of the large chamber.
His eyes went to the girl in the bed.
Her eyes rested on the figure of a girl representing the humans.
It was another part that remained of the girl he fell for last week.
His eyes went back to the girl who had been human just a few days ago.
The puzzled curiosity on the features of Darkyn's mate made Deidre wonder if the girl fully understood what had happened.
A teenage girl with a scarred face framed by short dark hair and tiny fangs marking her as a demoness trailed her.
The girl wore the garb of Hell but appeared uncertain, mirroring Deidre's emotion.
Sensing her alarm, Darkyn's mate turned and took the arm of the girl behind her, pushing her towards the black door to Hell.
One of the dealers grabbed the girl and pulled a knife free.
Deidre held no warmth at all for Darkyn, but she could understand that the girl didn't belong in this mess.
"Let the girl go, and I'll make sure your soul goes where it should, right beside mine," Deidre added, carefully wording the deal.
Deidre focused on the girl.
The girl tapped his arm then held up three fingers, the sign she'd made to mean Wynn.
Gods help the girl, she trusted him of all people.
Poor girl probably dove off a cliff.
The girl scrambled up and approached him, eyes on the ground.
Sheathing his dagger, he issued a sharp order to the girl.
Gabriel said nothing, troubled by the idea of either girl being unable to help herself.
They brokered the girl's release.
Alex had loved once before, long time ago, and that girl had betrayed him.
You are a sweet girl, he said.
She's a good girl.
You're clearly terrifying the girl.
"Read!" the little girl demanded.
The little girl pushed the pages until satisfied, and Deidre didn't have the mental power to tell her it wasn't normal to start mid-book.
The girl in front of her began speaking.
"Two for the girl watching Toby, in case you're right, and someone else grabs her," he said.
You talk big behind those bars, little girl.
It won't hurt, little girl.
"Why aren't you crying, little girl?" the beast, Rhyn, asked in his gravelly, low voice.
You taste as sweet as you look, little girl?
Not so brave anymore, are you, little girl.
Not so tough now, are you, little girl?
"You slaughter a party of Girl Scouts last night?" she asked, unnerved.
Funny name for a girl.
Wouldn't go out walking alone after dark if I was you, little girl.
Not so tough anymore, are you, little girl.
The girl is mine.
"Careful, little girl," he growled.
That girl knows no bounds and can land any man.
"Scared, little girl?" he growled without looking up.
Going to the little girl's room.
"She's a good girl," Giovanni said, "but she's a bit of a lost cause.
Your girl hurt again?
"Hannah used me to climb the social ladder, and I did not mind, because she is a beautiful, sweet girl," he said.
I want revenge for my daughter.s treatment at Sasha.s hands, and I want the vial or the girl.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked at last.
It could be a girl.
You will find him and bring the vial or the girl to me, or I will spend eternity tormenting you!
There had to be a way to get the vial and keep the girl.
I want that vial or the girl, Jade.
He turned at her voice and saw the girl shaking with her eyes averted from the mess.
Feeding Sasha information about the only way to break the bond—without telling him the breakage was only temporary— rendered the girl he.d been tracking for weeks vulnerable.
He.d have the girl soon, and he.d create an army unlike any that preceded him.
Darkyn said the girl or the vial.
Rhyn.s gonna flip out when he finds out it.s a girl.
It was the first girl she met, the tall woman with a long face named Talal.
She had already declared her intention of naming the baby Kiera whether it was a boy or girl.
The little girl, hair streaming, offered encouragement while skating backwards, one leg lifted high and beckoning unsuccessfully for Dean to follow.
Miss Worthington said she remembers it from when she was a girl.
Miss Worthington was a girl in the nineteen-forties!
"Maybe she went to Girl Scout camp," Dean commented, winning a scowl from Cynthia.
This girl's code, if it is in fact a code, is mostly one continuous line, with hardly any punctuation.
I'm like some poor farm girl, barefoot as the day I was born.
I felt such a strong urge to dress up in this, like a little girl trying to be someone she isn't—fishing in an attic trunk.
She was a quiet girl who had taken a shine to the Deans.
Dean asked the young girl.
The young girl thought a moment and agreed.
You're a nice girl, Martha.
Dean asked, surprised at the young girl's unusual candor.
Dean was startled by her sharpness, chastising himself for underestimating the young girl.
There was no charge for Fred, though the counter girl, with a wink at Dean, asked for age verification, telling Fred he didn't look a day over sixty.
This girl can find a handhold on a sheet of glass and she's as strong as any man I know.
Our little Annie is a call girl!
I looked through the whole month of January but there was nothing about a girl named Annie dying.
In spite of the reason I still can't help but feel incredibly sorry for the girl.
I love Fran—this girl I'm going to marry.
Most days, only the forgetful owner, this newly hired cleaning girl called Annie and a standoffish tabby are in residence.
She's a sweet little girl.
Imagine being a dance hall girl back then!
I'll be a good little girl and keep it quiet.
Dean gave the girl a hug as she shyly took Franny's outstretched hand.
The young girl hesitated but he took her hand and didn't give her time to decline.
The young girl looked up at Dean.
You're a sweet girl.
The young girl explained Cynthia had just left for Duckett's Market to pick up a few items but Fred was up in his room, working on his computer.
She was like a sorority girl ready to dish with her friends.
You are a very naughty girl.
Jackson burst through the door with the girl in his arms screaming, Sarah!
When the tube filled, she connected it to the IV in the girl's arm.
She peered down at the girl, so small and so pale.
He stood staring at the girl, grief-stricken.
She wanted to scream, "You have probably killed this poor girl and you don't even know her name?"
They sat, waiting for the girl to show signs of life.
Halfway through the third bag, the girl let out a soft moan.
When the girl woke, Jackson went to the kitchen.
As they sat on the sofa, he thought of the girl lying here just hours before, clinging to life because of him.
Jackson gave him an appreciative glance and said, "My little girl is growing up."
Oh girl, isn't the vamp sex the best?
You understand, I need to know as much as possible about the guy who finally landed my girl here.
You sure know how to impress a girl.
He regained his composure, leveled his eyes on the girl and said, "You can go now."
Take good care of my little girl.
He leaned back in his chair, the letter forgotten as he studied the girl in the picture.
A girl that young didn't usually have much common sense.
"Come on girl," she said, tugging on the collar.
The girl had been poor, beautiful and with the voice of a dove.
The only thing she had in common with that girl was the fact that they were both poor.
What kind of girl do you think I am?
But did he kiss every girl that way?
You were one very sick girl.
Even when I was a little girl.
He must have loved her deeply - that girl who had walked all over his heart.
The girl who jil... left you.
Some love struck girl is likely to take you up on it.
I was intrigued by the girl Katie kept telling me about.
Stay away from my girl.
Have you got a number stamped on every girl in the county?
I made up my mind when I was a young girl.
She's a beautiful, sweet, innocent girl.
"Doubt some poor girl would know anything," Brady replied.
Brady wondered, not for the first time, what Tim's relationship was to the girl.
You're a good girl.
Stay a good girl, he said, softening.
"Good girl," the general said with a satisfied smile as he took it.
Lana's the little girl who got shot, right?
"The missing little girl who got shot," Elise replied.
"What's your name, girl?" he demanded.
You remember the girl who got us access to the hospital?
You're a smart girl.
Take care of my girl.
Brady, take care of my girl.
You've always struck me as a smart girl.
"This little girl again," Charlie said, studying it.
Good luck finding your girl, Brade.
By the time Lana caught up, he'd had been lured into one of the buildings by a little girl with a handful of uncooked rice.
Jack was obediently following the girl in yellow that fed him rice.
"The girl misses her family, Mike," Kelli said.
You find your girl?
He and his team are looking for this little girl, Charlie said, holding up his micro.
"She's a good girl," Mike said.
They're looking for the girl you took over earlier.
"Come on out, girl, and I won't hurt you," Charlie commanded.
I'll count to three, girl.
"Is your boss a girl?" she asked.
The real Gabriel had been the one to tell her that the child she carried was a girl. "I guess we have to wait and see," she forced herself to say and added silently, I hope you're safe, Gabriel, wherever you are.
"The hatchling really is a girl?" he asked.
We're still working with Hannah. She's in denial about everything. I almost pity the girl.
You won't fight me, pretty girl.
They looked much younger, so it must have been taken years ago and some pictures of a boy and a girl.
There is another bed here for another girl.
A small, petite, blonde girl with a big necklace around her neck.
Ridner and this girl skipped school and tried to find somewhere, you know, to get together.
As Dean began to search the cards, a teenaged boy entered with a girl no more than 16 or 17 hanging on his arm.
The boy asked for a room and paid for it in cash, getting the last two dollars from the girl.
The girl giggled, clinging tighter to his arm.
It wasn't that they didn't do the same stuff when Dean was young, but at least back then the girl stayed in the car.
The only exception to the lonely customers was a young family of four, husband, wife, girl about nine and boy about six.
The little girl was a beauty: her blond curls were pinned with a bright red ribbon and her white dress had a red sash about the waist.
At one point, the girl dropped her napkin and the boy reached beneath the table, picked it up, and replaced it daintily on her lap.
The girl too, smiled and nodded.
I saw Jeff having lunch with this girl just a few weeks ago.
"There are a lot of business reasons to have lunch with a girl, or anyone else," Dean offered.
Not with this girl.
He had stopped off for a bowl of spaghetti so it was 7:00 before he dialed the girl's Bala Cynwyd, Pennsylvania number.
Dean explained about his visit from Byrne's fellow employee and the young man's story about the possible girl friend.
It's most likely the girl from his office, Cece what's-her-name.
She was a pretty girl, but not in a way that would attract much attention.
Normally Dean wouldn't have considered for a minute betraying a confidence, but somehow he felt this young girl deserved to know.
He was beginning to like this girl who had hurt written all over her.
Yet try as he may, he didn't know the names of the three little kids next door, who'd come trick-or-treating for a half dozen years, sold Girl Scout cookies and always smiled—and they knew his name.
Then she added, I was pleased by the comments of that girl Cece Baldwin—how Jeff went out of his way to help her.
You're the only man besides my husband and maybe some doctors who's ever seen me naked—at least since I was a little girl!
He didn't want to marry a little girl.
In fact, he never liked Josh too well - but what man does like a boy who is going to take his little girl away?
Or maybe he knew his little girl wasn't really in love with Josh.
Gradually, the parents came in and picked up their babies until she was left with an 8-week-old little girl.
I was just a girl then.
I guess it must have been disappointing to him that I turned out to be a girl.
Who is the girl this time?
I saw him with a little blond girl at lunch yesterday.
The girl probably didn't have a dime, and if she knew Alex, he had probably bought the food she was eating.
Who was the girl?
She was a homeless girl – kind of put me in mind of you.
Was he the one who told you about the girl?
You stay here, girl.
Her gaze fell on a little blond-headed girl, her pigtails dancing with each step.
Still, the little girl inside wanted to believe the magic room had weaved its spell once again.
Years ago he had been jilted at the altar by a girl he thought he loved.
That might not be so good if it's a girl.
The imagination of a lonely girl reaching out for someone — something.
She had even been guilty of rubbing the DNA test in his face — solid proof that the baby girl was his.
When the baby girl was finally born, Lori shocked them all.
I wanted to give it to you, in case I … Jenn's throat grew tight as she looked at her little girl.
Her whole body hurt at the idea of leaving the little girl.
A crack split the street, swallowing her father-in-law and her little girl.
This girl deserves better than to be tossed aside like yesterday's trash.
You know, girl, not every vamp wants to be human.
"My poor girl," Hilden murmured.
Being petite helped, but she still had the smooth lines of a young girl.
She was such a happy girl.
A few minutes later they were joined by a girl Carmen hadn't seen since high school.
In fact, a young single girl might be exactly what they needed to inject more interest in the tour – and Felipa was an excellent rider.
Felipa is a nice girl.
I have a girl coming out here this afternoon for an interview.
Alex will not mind that you hire a girl?
She was an attractive girl with a quick smile and a perpetual twinkle in her eyes.
Watching Sam drool over him – especially during a job interview – left Carmen feeling uncertain about the girl.
But it is a girl.
It was time for him to make his own mark on the world – settle down with some nice girl and raise a family like his father had.
Unable to resist one last look, he found the girl talking to the lady in the seat beside her.
The girl glanced up and found him watching her again.
Oh Dad, I'm not a little girl any more.
There's the birthday girl.
Girl, do you know what you're doing?
I'm a big girl now and I can take care of myself.
I'm a big girl.
You're such a city girl.
Girl, how can you get yourself into these messes?
If she had known that the pregnant girl who moved to California was his sister, she would have felt different about developing a relationship.
The girl at Jonny's feet was still alive.
Jonny's first kill, the girl that condemned him, was a teenage brunette.
In the time Xander spent with the kid, Jonny never killed a girl under eighteen, and never a brunette.
Xander used his senses to find the girl within the bright building.
She stepped into the room and saw Ashley in the hospital bed, an unwelcome memory surfacing at the sight of the girl.
The similarities between the girl's appearance and the memory of her deceased mother made Jessi nauseous.
Jessi recognized the wall the teen girl threw up.
The normally upbeat girl with raven-colored hair and gray eyes appeared tired and worn down.
Jessi was relieved to hear the girl's exasperated sigh.
He forced his attention away and walked slowly down the hallway, towards the room where the girl had been – and where Jonny had appeared twice this morning.
Xander sensed the girl in the room alone.
He moved within range of the girl's room, intent on raiding her mind for information.
The girl wasn't alone; she was with a woman, one that was completely invisible to his senses.
He was within range to hear her thoughts; all he heard was the girl's.
She hugged the girl and fluttered kisses across her features, until the teen protested loudly enough for Xander to hear.
I'm your biggest fan girl.
I still got a chance, as long as you keep renting a new girl every night.
The girl had issues.
You have no clue, girl.
Jonny had to have sent this girl here for a reason.
Sleep with the same girl twice.
I'm his biggest fan girl!
"Total fan girl moment," Jessi said.
What total fan girl doesn't want to be bitten by her idol.
"Sweet girl," Jonny said.
The girl yesterday offered no resistance.
As with the girl yesterday, this one stood in the middle of the hallway, lost.
"Rough life, sleeping with the same girl twice," she said as calmly as she could.
They're calling you Girl X.
An unstable teen girl?
Or, the girl has something to do with it.
"So we're going to pick out a girl," she muttered.
I'm not a one-night stand kind of girl.
It did no good; the girl was not only a teen, but one enamored by a celebrity who gave her the time of day.
You should've turned over this girl and her cousins to Jule.
From what Jule said and the fact your girl knows Jonny, I'd say the Black God is using her to get to you.
What about this girl, Jessi?
The teen girl began talking.
You mean, the father of the girl you slept with Monday who won't stop calling you?
We figured out the girl can Travel, and I have a feeling I know where she's headed, if she gets the chance, Damian added.
That the godling with the hormones of a teen might have more of an interest in the girl never crossed Xander's mind.
What's with the girl?
You wanna talk your girl off this crazy idea?
I'm keeping the girl, Jonny responded without hesitation.
Jonny whirled, starting towards Ashley, when the teen girl winked out of existence in a flash of purple light.
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