He looked up from the paper he was scribbling on and offeredher a lopsided grin. “Hey, sweet pea. You bring me anythingspecial?” The lopsided bit wasn’t odd, but there was something forcedabout it. “Got a fresh bag of cat food outside.” Cat food that she’dbought with the twenty he’d left to pay for his ice cream. He pushed his makeshift drum set aside and rose with astretch. “Words every man dreams of hearing. Make my night ifyou say you got catnip too.” She tried not to giggle. She tried hard. But she couldn’t help herself. “Extra strength, ” she said. This time, his grin came out bigger, less forced. “Woman ofmy dreams.”“ In your dreams, ” she said. Jamie Farrell
Number of empty Ben & Jerry's containers: 3 -- two mint chocolate cookie, one plain vanilla. (Who buys plain vanilla ice cream from Ben & Jerry's, anyway? Is there a greater waste?)
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Ally Carter
At the end of the day, the argument between spirituality and about spirituality, is all against the nature of spirituality. In arguing spirituality, we go against its very nature. The important question: “Am I being kind in what I am saying/doing”? And that is all....
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C. Joybell C.
If your arteries are good, eat more ice cream. If they are bad, drink more red wine. Proceed thusly.
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Sandra Byrd
We grew up on the same street, You and me. We went to the same schools, Rode the same bus, Had the same friends, And even shared spaghetti With each other's families. And though our roots belong to The same tree, Our branches have grown...
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Suzy Kassem
Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.
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Charles Baxter
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A fake ring. A fake engagement. Fake love. Everything was fake. Shiny and put together on the outside, empty on the inside.
Her eyes slid closed, her secret places pulsed in anticipation, and his lips settled onto the skin beneath her ear. That was magic. She held perfectly still. He pressed a kiss to her neck. Then another, lower. A third, even lower. She squirmed. He dropped...
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Your mother can’t hear you here.” “Distance is no match for my mother’s eavesdropping and mind-reading skills.” “ I had steel anti-mind-reading plates installed this week. Specially designed to be Marilyn-proof. Also sounds an alarm if she gets within two hundred yards of the building,...
