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Would you ever consider returning?

They sat on the headlands admiring the harbor and boats at anchor.

You must not be serious? Are you?

He thought her lovely in the mauve gown she wore to the ball.

He told me that he thought rowing a metaphor for life. He said the boat is perfectible but never perfect. We can always make it go better but never perfectly.

For a while she did make him happy and feel alive again.

Unusually, his gaze lingered on her. It was her face. It was her face and eyes that caught his attention. 

He went to the cabinet at the far end of the room and found the Martel and two glasses.

The room seemed very still in Shawn’s absence. Leandor sat pensively staring straight at the empty fire. He was pensive.

The door stuck in this humid weather.

Having studied the catalogue he marked three books he would consider buying.

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He carries around a fountain pen with blue ink and a gold pocket watch either in his jacket pocket or trouser side.

He does not like wearing things on his wrist and he grew up with the fountain pen and thought it to be something useful and authentic.

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She thought the boat race weekend would be a good time to visit him in Cambridge.

Why he chose that particular tea was a mystery to Claire.

Have you read the Whapshot Chronicle?

Previous research demonstrated that it is possible to distinguish patients with probable Alzheimer’s disease from age-matched controls based on an exaggerated pupil dilation response to dilute tropicamide.


 But since it is unlikely she will be truthful being somewhat as I have found to my hurt an inveterate liar let her words to me speak for her.

I wish now that I had never met her – In time I may forget her and what she did but I will never ever forgive her for her hate and betrayal.