Even a person like this is enough for a night.

Garfield 2022-04-23 07:01:16

Regarding such an impulse
, after jumping with him on such a tango, how could he be willing to hold other people's hands and dance such a melody again. The
wind is a bit cool at night, and I am glad that such a slight wind blows When I saw a movie like this when the window swept through the curtains and blew a strand of hair around my ears,
I felt my little gauze skirt swaying in the wind, and I wanted to turn around and pretend that I was also dancing such a tango, Holding your warm hand, I stepped on your feet, gently, following your body around...because my clumsy body doesn't know how to dance tango. My fingers in the air behind you pretending to play this POR UNA CABEZA. It seemed that one note after another jumped out of my imagination.
Even a person like this is enough for a night.

I would be attracted to a man who is as handsome and funny as he says, a travel companion, sensitive and compassionate.
The scent in the air, you know the Ogilvy sister soap, the flower of the creek

dream,
maybe one
morning when I open my eyes and he still
smells
sweet and warm


The first film review for you, the corner of my mouth is slightly A rising smile.

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Scent of a Woman quotes

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Your father pedals car telephones at a 300 percent markup. Your mother works on heavy commission at a camera store. Graduated to it from espresso machines. Hah!

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    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: What are you, dying of some wasting disease?

    Charlie Simms: No, I'm right - I'm right here.

    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I know exactly where your body is. What I'm looking for is some indication of a brain. Too much football without a helmet? Hah! Lyndon's line on Gerry Ford. Deputy debriefer, Paris, peace talks, '68. Snagged a silver star and a silver bar. Threw me into G-2.

    Charlie Simms: G-2?

    Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Intelligence. Of which you have none.

  • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Can't believe they're my blood. I.Q. of sloths and the manners of banshees. He's a mechanic, she's a homemaker. He knows as much about cars as a beauty queen, and she bakes cookies, taste like wing nuts. As for the tots, they're twits.