lorraine
The judges sat on the panel in front of me. They stared down their noses. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so small.
She thinks she's the bee's knees, the cat's whiskers. How she can stand there and say that God only knows. What a woman!
My job reminds me of a costume drama. I work on an old estate. It's like a modern day version of Upstairs Downstairs.
On the tablewas a bottle of vintage champagne. She knew it was vintage, she'd seen the label before. She'd sold one in the restaurant weeks ago now for a thousand pounds.
He had arms like an octopus, a hand in every crevice. I pulled away, ducked to avoid his slobbering mouth. Yuk!
He flew by the seat of his pants. The stairs he took three at a time. He had to get to the station before she left.
My favorite old sweater was navy blue. My sister and I had one each for Christmas. We wore them til they were threadbare.
The bear essentials - that's all we could take. It was impossible to think I couldn't take the kitchen sink.
An old man in grey flannel trousers walked across the bridge. He paused at the entrance to the park, looked inside. If he found what he was looking for it didn't shpw. He sighed and walked on.
Sunlight seeping through the curtains made Stacy wince. Her hangover had just kicked in and she was beginning to remember what she'd got up to last night.
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