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so many prepositions "Helga spots an open chair next to a young girl and what must be her father on her other side at a long table with studiers on the opposite end."
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hashtag "no revisions," #norevisions
Helga is managing the lingerie boutique on a lazy Tuesday. By noon she only had one customer, a woman about her own age who asked for help finding a sports bra because that’s what her friends are into these days. So, she flips the hanging sign from open to closed, locks the door, and with just a few steps to the left and she’s in the cafe.
“Hi, Ms. Helga!” Katherine, Newton’s daughter, calls from the cash register.
“Hello, Katherine,” Helga replies....
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| Susan Cain |
All personality traits have their good side and their bad side. But for a long time, we've seen introversion only through its negative side and extroversion mostly through its positive side. |
| Jim Carrey |
I try to do something the audience might not have seen before. Like if I'm gonna kiss a girl I wanna kiss her like a girl has never been kissed. Like maybe I would kick her legs out from under her and catch her right before she hits the ground and then kiss her. |
| Jules Feiffer |
I grew up to have my father's looks, my father's speech patterns, my father's posture, my father's opinions, and my mother's contempt for my father. |
| Edward Felten |
The next generation of innovators, who need neutrality the most, are not at the bargaining table. They're hard at work in their labs or classrooms, dreaming of the next big thing, and hoping that the Internet is as open to them as it was to the founders of Google. |
| Noah Feldman |
I have a 2-year-old son, and I know I'm dealing with a big, grand word when I can't point to the thing when I define it. Right? If he wants to know what a chair is, I can point to the chair. If he wants to know what religion is, I can't point to anything in particular. The same is true of the state. |
| Lapo Elkann |
Italy's assets are her style, her beauty, her creativity, her passion, her energy, her technology; and these will be core brand values of all our cars. Fiat as a company has a long way to go and a steep road ahead. |
| Jessica Hagedorn |
I'm part Spanish. My paternal grandfather came from Spain via Singapore to Manila. On my mother's side it's more mixture, with a Filipino mother and a father who was Scotch Irish-French; you know, white American hybrid. And I also have on my father's side a great-great-grandmother who was Chinese. So, I'm a hybrid. |
| Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |
I have my father's lopsided mouth. When I smile, my lips slope to one side. My doctor sister calls it my cerebral palsy mouth. I am very much a daddy's girl, and even though I would rather my smile wasn't crooked, there is something moving for me about having a mouth exactly like my father's. |
| John Fahey |
Well when I made my first record I thought it would be a good joke to have me on one side, have the lable say John Fahey on one side, and this guy Blind Joe Death on the other side. |
| Kyle Abraham |
A lot of the time, when I'm choreographing, I'm not thinking about what movement look best next to the next movement - I'm actually thinking about what song and what sound sounds right next to the next thing. So kind of choreographing as if I'm always making a mix tape, so to speak. |
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hashtag "no revisions," #norevisions
Helga is managing the lingerie boutique on a lazy Tuesday. By noon she only had one customer, a woman about her own age who asked for help finding a sports bra because that’s what her friends are into these days. So, she flips the hanging sign from open to closed, locks the door, and with just a few steps to the left and she’s in the cafe.
“Hi, Ms. Helga!” Katherine, Newton’s daughter, calls from the cash register.
“Hello, Katherine,” Helga replies....
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i 'officially' dated a girl for 2 months once my freshman year. i have never had a girlfriend since. also that girl was diagnosed with this disease that internally switches your body from boy or girl to the opposite. her ex boyfriend from before is now a girl.
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A blind man walks into a bar. And a table. And a chair.
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"Yeah, well, now that I'm working here you'll get to know her!" Katherine gives Alexandria a smooch on the forehead and returns behind the counter.
"Ms. Helga, what's your favorite word?" Alexandria asks without looking away from her coloring.
"My favorite word? I'll have to think about that, what's your favorite word?"
"Oh, well if I'm telling you then it will be harder for you to think about it, but it's okay, I'll keep coloring until your ready."
Helga found this very amusing to hear coming from such a tiny person and marveled at her talent for being assertive yet polite and most of all consid...
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my father and i got in a huge fight the day after thanksgiving which resulted in me walking my ass to a buss in southfield and also not seeing my surviving grandpa this christmas. my mom has spent into her retirement for us to survive, my dad wont give me $20 without me paying him back (he makes twice as much as my mom and is married). enough of this dad shit. the first and maybe only girl i was ever in love with is psychotic bipolar. several girls ive been close with have been molested by some fucker.
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“You know, it really doesn’t matter what the media write as long as you’ve got a young, and beautiful, piece of ass.”
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"I've had to live my life pretending that I'm colorblind."
One day in middle school, we were doing something with colors, I cant remember what but it had to do with colors, so I turned to the girl next to me and said as a joke, "Which one of these is blue? I'm colorblind.", while holding up 3 markers that weren't even close to blue. But here's the catch, she actually thought that I was colorblind, so she points out what the blue one was and we go on with our day. Or so I thought. About a week later someone is talking about uno, and I remember this because this was one of the weirdest conversations I've had with someone. So were talking about uno, and the girl goes, "Cal, you must be a shitty uno player because you're colorblind.", so everyone starts asking about it and I have to come up ...
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I had a dream that I followed some girl into an apartment and I was talking to her and she was saying some things that sounded like English but didn't make any sense. She was going through the fridge and then walked into a bedroom. I followed her and then I realized that she was a robot version of a girl I use to know. For some reason this then made it obvious to me that the not robot version of her also lived in the apartment. Then the dream got weird. I snuck into the other room when it was dark and the real girl and some dude were there. The girl couldn't see me but I kept moving around and making noise enough that the guy thought someone else was in the room, but the girl didn't notice. It was like I was purposely trying to freak out this guy. Eventually they both realized someone was there and I ran away. They didn't find me.
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I had this dream that I think I liked this girl from my high school and I had a friend that I was talking to about it. He decided later to tell this girl but he did not want to tell her exactly what I said because it was a secret. In my dream mind, the logical thing for him to tell her instead was that I liked her hair ties. I saw the girl later and she came up to me and said "I got you some hair ties" and raised her eyebrows at me. I think I said "what the hell" and then woke up.
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Rebecca Porter and I were strangers, as far as I knew. Facebook, however, thought we might be connected. Her name popped up this summer on my list of "People You May Know," the social network's roster of potential new online friends for me. [...] She showed up on the list after about a month: an older woman, living in Ohio, with whom I had no Facebook friends in common. I did not recognize her, but her last name was familiar. My biological grandfather is a man I've never met, with the last name Porter, who abandoned my father when he was a baby. My father was adopted by a man whose last name was Hill, and he didn't find out about his biological father until adulthood. The Porter family lived in Ohio. Growing up half a country away, in Florida, I'd known these blood relatives were out there, but there was no reason to think I would ever meet them. A few years ago, my father eventually did meet his biological father, along with two uncles and an aunt, when they sought him out during a t...
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