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“We really didn't have the option of being couch potatoes when I was growing up. There were only three television channels and the only kid's programming was on Saturday morning. We always played outside until we could hear Mom calling us (not by cell phone but with her hands cupped around her mouth) that it was dinner time.”

Hands Kids Three Morning Growing Up Growing Television Mom Calling Mouths Phones Dinner Cells Programming Saturday Potatoes Couches Cell Phone Saturday Morning Dinner Time

Author:Jeff Foxworthy

“I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.”

Knows Heart Beautiful Calling Mouths My Friends Rose Fingers Holes Knees Shirts Dry Hello Rip Fingertips Bowling Heart Pounding Almost There

Book:Darkly Dreaming Dexter

Source: Darkly Dreaming Dexter

“You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.”

Book:The Exiled Queen (The Seven Realms Series, Book 2)

Source: The Exiled Queen (The Seven Realms Series, Book 2)

“When he finally stopped calling, the hush felt strange. It felt like the whole world went silent when Marc did, as if I could see peoples mouths moving, but I couldnt hear what they were saying. Like I'd gone deaf.”

Ifs World Whole Moving Felt Gone Strange Calling Mouths Silent Whole World If I Could Deaf Hush

Book:Rogue

Source: Rogue

“Are you calling me your gift?" "Yes." She smiled. "How do you feel about that?" "Like it's my turn to be unwrapped." He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow.”

Feels Turns Calling Mouths

Book:The Magical Christmas Cat

Source: The Magical Christmas Cat

“Then Drew shuffles into the dining hall. I drop my toast, and my mouth drifts open. Calling him “bruised” would be an understatement. His face is swollen and purple. He has a split lip and a cut running through his eyebrow. He keeps his eyes down on the way to his table, not even lifting them to look at me. I glance across the room at Four. He wears the satisfied smile I wish I had on.”

“She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and lift my madness off like a wig. I would lie outside in a room of wool and let the snow cover me. Paris white or flake white or argentine, all in the washbasin of my mouth, calling “Oh.” I am empty. I am witless. Death is here. There is no other settlement.”

Lying Suffering Hate White Rooms Calling Mouths Empty Madness Snow Lifts Paris Settlement Wigs Wool Flakes

Author:Anne Sexton