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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Here we are," he said. "Eric!" Jennifer hugged him warmly. "Eric has a puppy for us." "A puppy?" Jennifer looked at the photograph. "Oh, how cute! How cute! Oh, Oliver, wouldn't it be just perfect for Emma?" "Mmm." It was hard for Oliver to disagree. "I can bring her any time you'd like. Sooner would be better you know bonding and all that."
On her way home, she stopped to talk with AhnRee who was seated in a director's chair on his lawn. He was sketching an apple tree. "Nice day, huh, AhnRee?" "Mmm, yes, Willow." "Pretty." She pointed at the drawing. "I thought you only painted women." AhnRee looked up from his labor. "One must take a break occasionally. It is good for the eye."
Joe, have you written down the story about the girl and the cat burglar?" "No." "It's your responsibility,"Alison said. "Mmm. My daughter's getting married! I just heard." "Wonderful! You can tell me all about it, Saturday. What kind of car do you like to drive?" "Something heavy . . . with a machine gun." "Oh, Joe." "If they're out of those, get the kind with the bumper tires lashed around."
I do so expect you to succeed wonderfully & I hope you won't blast your career even to stand up for folks when it's too late & won't do any good. We all expect so much of you we are waiting! You are our knight & you aren't going to forget to keep your armor bright, nor forget, Yours as ever, "Mmm!" remarked Carl. "Dun'no' about this knight-and-armor business.
He said something, repeating the same words several times. She could not understand them, but tried to guess what he was saying and inquiringly repeated the words he uttered. "Mmm...ar...ate...ate..." he repeated several times. It was quite impossible to understand these sounds. The doctor thought he had guessed them, and inquiringly repeated: "Mary, are you afraid?"
She ate little herself, as do most expert cooks, and found her reward when Sam or Maxine uttered a choked and appreciative "Mmm!" In the midst of creature comforts such as these Sam Pardee said, one evening, "Oil." Mrs. Pardee passed it, but not without remonstrance. "It's the same identical French dressing you had last night, Sam. I mixed enough for twice. And you didn't add any oil last night."
"Mmm, no; there ought to be some better way of doing it than that." "Can you think of one?" Tom challenged. I didn't hear Bish's reply. By that time, the tugs were almost to the ship. I grabbed up the telephoto camera and aimed it. It has its own power unit, and transmits directly.
"Just around the corner from MoneyBags," Joe said, straightening. Mo tossed her head. "Look," Joe said. "Pax. I like being your old buddy. Rob's a nice guy, actually." "You can tell?" "Guaranteed. Joe Burke's seal of approval." Mo thought. "She is pretty." "Mmm." Joe never knew what women meant when they discussed looks. "Dynamite kim chee," he said. "Stay in touch, Joe."
Three places had been set at the conference table, and an appetizing repast of sizzling ham and sweet potatoes waited in covered dishes on a lunch cart nearby. "Mmm!" Bud inhaled the aroma. "Good chow from good old Chow!" Tom switched on the videophone screen to a private channel to catch the noon news while they ate.
Manners stood by the carriage and looked at Margaret. "Lord God," he thought, "it has come at last!" and they grinned at each other. "Mmm!" said Margaret, who stood for the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome. She had not expected to be so glad to see him. Meanwhile Aladdin had turned and was going home.
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