Hopefully she wasn't offended.
It wasn't an easy decision.
Whatever the case, it certainly wasn't worth arguing about.
He wasn't going to buy it.
I merely said it wasn't fair.
He wasn't hurt, he interjected.
He wasn't a-going to hurt himself.
Nina wasn't the only one awaiting her arrival.
It wasn't the first time she had gone to bed while he was out on a call, but it was the first time she had done so away from home.
It wasn't so bad.
He was senseless; but I knew he wasn't drowned.
But Tessa wasn't simply another pretty face.
I only hope it wasn't poison.
That was good, wasn't it?
It wasn't something she had considered before, but another thought followed his.
But this wasn't just any trip.
Alex wasn't much help, though.
Wasn't it fine when those Germans gave us lifts!
It wasn't like him to be petty.
"It wasn't a peach, Eureka," said Dorothy.
It wasn't a case of urging them on, there was no holding them in till we reached the place.
It wasn't true, of course.
Wasn't I fond of him?
Well, that wasn't entirely true.
It wasn't my intent to hide anything from you.
Imagine if everyone frequently disputed charges: "I never got my order!" or "It wasn't what they promised it would be!" or "Yeah, I got a box in the mail, but it was full of rocks."
Wasn't he my friend?
First of all, I wasn't the only one involved.
I thought maybe I wasn't high society material.
"I wasn't thinking," she said.
But he wasn't her concern tonight.
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
I guess I wasn't very polite, making a face like that.
She wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know.
It wasn't your fault so why should you mind?
"I couldn't be here if it wasn't," she said.
She had to move a few things to make room, but that wasn't too hard.
Truthfully, Gerald wasn't all that good a dancer.
He wasn't gentle then.
She wasn't contributing money, but she was certainly contributing her share.
This wasn't the Alex she knew.
It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.
She was beginning to see why Alex wasn't impressed with Señor Medena.
Maybe Felipa had a love she wasn't sure about.
I told her that the book wasn't afraid, and must sleep in its case, and that "girl" mustn't read in bed.
Being groped by him again wasn't something she was looking forward to.
She wasn't vain enough to think that turned him to drinking, though.
It wasn't something she would normally do - buying clothes specifically for a trip.
But this wasn't about intimacy - was it?
Even so, Alex wasn't back by the time she got out.
I wasn't even aware that I was staring at her... there.
Only one terrible doubt sometimes crossed his mind: Wasn't it all a dream?
Maybe Katie wasn't the only one who had been overlooked by Señor Medena when it came to inheritance.
By the expression on his face, he wasn't exactly enjoying the conversation.
"Ah, I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you met the children," said Natasha.
It simply wasn't like him to be rude like that.
Communicating feelings with Alex wasn't always easy.
You see, we were going away, so he would get it all; wasn't it so, your excellency? and again Timokhin turned to the prince.
Somehow it simply wasn't top priority in her life right now.
But then, he had reason - in his head - to believe it wasn't his.
To him, it was no different than artificially inseminating a cow at his clinic... well, the concept wasn't.
Yet before the day was over, it was obvious that wasn't the case.
It wasn't that it was none of her business.
Actually, it was way too much house as far as she was concerned, but she wasn't buying it.
Surely Alex wasn't blind to the manipulation going on with intent to keep him in Texas.
It wasn't a question, but a flat statement.
He was making noises like his father was the one he didn't trust, but it wasn't that simple.
She wasn't looking forward to being in the room with Alex right now - especially so with the children there to listen.
Alex wasn't paying a stranger to give him an heir.
If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.
I wasn't the one who wanted to come here in the first place.
This wasn't a home.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Alex wasn't interested in Dulce.
The problem wasn't Dulce or his father.
Fighting with each other wasn't going to do anything but play into the hands of those instigating the trouble.
It wasn't simply a personal matter to Dulce.
Her attitude wasn't as Alex had said, 'sour grapes', and he knew it.
That wasn't going to be the answer, and he must know that by now.
Alex wasn't buying an heir.
It wasn't in him to do that.
Wasn't he allowed to be human?
Surely this wasn't a personal file.
That wasn't the case.
All this cloak and dagger thinking wasn't accomplishing anything.
This wasn't about privacy, though.
It was in his nature, and it was something that wasn't going to change.
So, if money wasn't your reason for going, what was?
He was right about the coat, but she wasn't about to go back and get it.
All right, so he wasn't trying to hide his wealth, but he certainly did try to hide his family.
Still, hiding from them wasn't going to solve anything - especially for his sisters.
This wasn't about what he had hidden from her or the fact that he had left her alone for two weeks to go to Columbia.
Accusing him and storming out the door wasn't going to make him want to stay.
The way I heard it, Grandma & Grandpa Barret were rolling in money and Dad wasn't up to their standards... financially.
Señor Medena wasn't too happy about that.
He wasn't opposed to having it, but he insisted on sharing it in fair business - and with his wife, more or less.
Considering her own feelings about Alex, and the fact that he was a lot like his father, it wasn't hard to imagine that his mother never got over Señor Medena.
He wasn't even being recognized for his abilities.
He wasn't involved in anything illegal and you have no reason to be concerned about spending any of the money he acquired.
Considering the information Katie had just disclosed, it wasn't surprising that he wanted to be in control - or that he had chosen a wife who asked few questions.
Preventing Destiny from crawling out of the bed wasn't easy.
That wasn't easy to do when a person was physically and emotionally exhausted.
At the end of January, Princess gave birth to the first foal on the ranch that wasn't sired by Ed.
It wasn't just losing a baby.
Maybe it wasn't Dulce he was going to see.
Still, the romancing was so much a part of him that it was as if he wasn't even Alex.
This time she wasn't going to wait for him to romance her.
Actually, it wasn't romance she was looking for.
Alex wasn't happy right now.
It wasn't one night of loving that made the difference.
Neither did she, but she wasn't claiming that they were hers, either.
Maybe she wasn't happy with the way her parents lived.
If it wasn't Dulce, then who?
All that was true enough, but remaining bitter about it wasn't going to improve their relationship.
It wasn't something she was looking forward to, but it might be helpful.
For the first time the memory of how he reacted when she told him she was pregnant wasn't a painful one.
It wasn't any one thing.
Dulce wasn't friendly, but she wasn't hostile either.
It wasn't as if she was in the habit of discussing such things - especially with strangers.
He wasn't the one who gave me a bad name.
Sure, they needed to clear the air about the inheritance issue, but that wasn't enough for Carmen.
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.
It wasn't jealousy that troubled him.
He wasn't doing it for anyone but Allen.
Emotional hurt wasn't satisfying enough.
But of course, that wasn't possible.
She was glad Howard was there and that her family wasn't.
It wasn't real, of course.
She opened her eyes... but it wasn't Nick holding her hand.
Instinct told her his threat wasn't simply the liquor talking.
It wasn't as if they could do anything anyway.
A 24-hour guard wasn't possible and arresting him would only make him more dangerous.
Hers wasn't the only life that had nearly been taken today.
"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind," she answered in a dry tone.
He wasn't abandoning her; he was offering help.
As he had pointed out, it wasn't as if she had much of a choice.
It had been in all the local papers, but she wasn't sure she could talk about it without getting emotional.
She was intruding, but it soon became obvious that Sarah wasn't going to sit down until everyone else was seated.
It wasn't the first time she had seen a bear track, but it was the first time she had seen one that fresh.
It wasn't the distance that alarmed her.
It wasn't enough, but it was all she felt capable of at the moment.
She had her purse, and it wasn't as though he had done any physical harm.
She should wash them, but there wasn't time.
The trip to Fayetteville wasn't as unpleasant as she had anticipated.
I'm afraid I wasn't very sympathetic, though.
It wasn't as though she could explain her sudden Jekyll and Hide personality, either.
It wasn't his rugged good looks.
Maybe it was the intrigue, or maybe it was that gut feeling that something wasn't as it appeared.
Only one reason came to mind - because it wasn't dangerous.
And maybe he wasn't trying to keep her from seeing the barn.
Recovering in an ungraceful manner, she marched to her room, glad he wasn't around to laugh.
He was willing to admit he was wrong, but he wasn't going to grovel.
Obviously it wasn't something he often did.
It wasn't as if she had any part in becoming that way, nor did it make her a better person.
He wasn't buying it for one minute.
He wasn't sure she had seen anything, or surely he would have accused her.
If only she could believe he wasn't involved in anything illegal.
The logical thing to do was leave, but she had a good job and she wasn't sure there was anything untoward going on.
She glanced back to make sure she wasn't being observed.
But no, it wasn't proof at all.
The return address on the envelope was Columbia, South America, but it wasn't addressed to anyone.
Obviously it wasn't her daughter.
He already knew she was here, and it wasn't as though she could run and hide.
They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.
At least that part wasn't a lie.
Sarah was his mother, so he would be respectful, and if he wasn't she could always walk away.
I wasn't suggesting anything like that.
It wasn't a lie.
But Len didn't know all the facts, and that wasn't fair.
He might as well learn that he wasn't going to dominate her.
I said I wasn't a very good dancing partner.
"It was nice, wasn't it?" he answered, reaching for her hand.
Lisa filled a cup for each of them, but Yancey wasn't interested.
It wasn't a secret.
It wasn't the kiss that bothered her so much.
This was a relationship she might want to pursue if he wasn't involved in something illegal.
But he wasn't the first thing she had seen.
Three men talking to each other on a sidewalk certainly wasn't enough to tell the police – except Len.
Hopefully, her smile wasn't as strained as it felt.
Now that wasn't so bad, was it?
"Yes," she gasped "Wasn't that something!"
Suppressing the urge to laugh wasn't easy, but she managed it.
I wasn't the one running away.
Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't involved.
Even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true.
"This really wasn't a good idea," he said after a while.
It wasn't something that could be denied.
From the expression on his face, he wasn't consoled by the answer.
She simply wasn't looking at it – or maybe for it.
She had given him every reason to believe she was interested in him, so it wasn't too surprising.
It wasn't something she wanted to talk about.
It wasn't about you.
Dream interpretation certainly wasn't her forte'.
Maybe next time Sarah went shopping... and Yancey wasn't at home.
Mom always used to want everyone home before dark – as though anything was out there at night that wasn't there during the day.
Yancey wasn't back yet when she left, but she didn't need his approval.
No, she wasn't sure, but that didn't seem to matter.
He wasn't trying to find out anything to protect her.
He wasn't completely wrong.
It wasn't true, and Len wasn't buying it, but he said nothing.
Either he was sticking his neck out to protect her, or he wasn't involved in anything illegal.
Howard wasn't the one involved with drugs.
And maybe Yancey wasn't either.
It wasn't a relationship she had planned or wanted – until now.
When she decided Yancey wasn't around, she started down the path, keeping close to the trees without breaking her promise not to wander in the woods.
Surely Yancey wasn't involved in art theft as well.
She reached the door and looked back, expecting to find him right behind her, but he wasn't.
She wasn't supposed to know about the building.
It wasn't easy to walk away from him – especially now.
If he was angry, he certainly wasn't acting like he usually did.
Wasn't there some law that prevented a wife from testifying against her husband?
She said it wasn't a good time, and it isn't.
She had a lot of crow to eat and she wasn't feeling the least bit hungry.
There wasn't anything on that tablet that I didn't already know at that point, though.
No, he wasn't going to hurt her.
Lisa wasn't looking for it, but when she saw it, she knew what it was.
Sure she was thin, but it wasn't a deliberate condition.
Brandon was focused on one thing, and it wasn't romance.
If Brandon hadn't shared his plans with the other girls, it wasn't her place to go blabbing them now.
It wasn't like he was such a fine catch, either.
He wasn't trying to be rude; he was merely fending off an uncomfortable subject.
If she hadn't grown out of it in twenty-one years, she wasn't likely to.
There wasn't time for romance right now.
At the moment, she wasn't sure whether she found all his concern touching or insulting.
After all, he wasn't a guard dog.
The crisp morning air wasn't necessary for the purpose of waking her up.
It wasn't as if she was going to chase after him.
He was a good-looking intern, but there simply wasn't a spark between them.
Why Michael wasn't following her like all the other guys was beyond Adrienne's comprehension.
The idea that Brandon felt relieved wasn't all that flattering - or comforting, for that matter.
She plunged into the food on her plate, discovering that Brandon wasn't bragging about his mother's cooking.
Well, if Brandon wasn't going to come to her aid...
It wasn't that easy, either - and we're still in the barn.
Still, that wasn't the only lingering side effect of her weekend with Brandon.
Brandon may have considered his problem "stupid" at the ranch, but it obviously wasn't behind him.
"It wasn't exactly a fun party, anyway," he continued as if none of them had spoken.
I wasn't chewing you out.
Hopefully he wasn't talking about her.
Yet, wasn't it better if the issue didn't surface for a while?
Maybe she wasn't hearing him right.
She knew her face was getting red, and Brandon wasn't exactly pale.
The news out and the engagement ring twinkling on her finger, it was hard for Adrienne to keep her mind on her studies - and Brandon wasn't helping much.
She wasn't being selfish.
Brandon simply wasn't thinking clearly.
The news at the hospital wasn't good.
If he wanted the relationship to end, she wasn't going to cling to him shamelessly.
He wasn't going to do this.
I guess I wasn't thinking about...
Maybe it wasn't necessary to say anything.
It simply wasn't like Rachel to talk that way.
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