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My evil plotting to have that manicure.
Oma 2021-11-15 08:01:27
Suddenly, a familiar song. (The moment I wake up…) then you're off your chair in one, exquisite movement. Wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish, radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And he comes towards you. The moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is gay, like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are. You think, what the hell, life goes on Maybe there won't be marriage. Maybe there won't be sex. But, by God, there'll be dancing.
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Raphaelle 2021-11-15 08:01:27
Every woman needs a gay girlfriend
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Vicenta 2021-11-15 08:01:27
Who doesn't feel bad about meeting such a cute little girl! She is young, delicate, beautiful, and innocent. She believes that her lover is always right. In order to love him, she apologizes and admits her mistakes again and again, even if those mistakes were not committed by her... So, Julia Roberts Lost. The scheming loss to Chunzhen is a bit twitchy, but it's really touching.
My Best Friend's Wedding quotes
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George Downes: It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
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George Downes: The misery, the exquisite tragedy. The Susan Hayward of it all. I can just picture you there, sitting alone at your table in your lavender gown.
Julianne Potter: Did I tell you my gown was lavender?
George Downes: Hair swept up. Haven't touched your cake. Probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth, the way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps looking at those nails thinking: 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure, but it's too late now.
Julianne Potter: George, I didn't tell you my dress was lavender.
George Downes: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you're off your chair in one, exquisite movement... wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish... radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you... the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is... gay... like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think... what the hell. Life goes on. Maybe there won't be marriage... maybe there won't be sex... but, by God, there'll be dancing.