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pumped
Jason Caron I was kind of pumped to play today. I wasn't real aggressive, just doing what I've been doing all week.
pumped
Jason Caron I was kind of pumped to play today, ... I wasn't real aggressive, just doing what I've been doing all week.
pumped saw tried
Larry Hogan I just know that we were very flat. I saw it before the game. We tried to get them pumped up.
pumped week
Daniel Matsumoto They were pumped up all week in practice.
pumped sweet
Carlos Delgado It's like sweet and sour, because we get pumped up, and then we get a little panicked,
pumped
Torii Hunter Sometimes I get so pumped up, I get a headache. I get woozy. I get dizzy. I like that feeling, I don't know why.
pumped solid spread
David R. Brower We've pumped waste into cavities in solid rock and found that it spread through the rock.
pumped ready
Kelly Quinn We were ready for this game, ... We were pumped up.
sweet flower bud
William Cowper The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
sweet wish
Larry Mullen He was just a sweet kid. I just wish I had an answer.
sweet
Judy Parker He never complained. He was very sweet and mellow.
sweet dark flames
Richelle Mead Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.
sweet jobs names
Richelle Mead I don't suppose that she gave you the job based on looks alone?" Adrian had been staring off but now flashed me a big smile. "Why, Sage, you sweet talker." "That's not what I meant! What happened?" He shrugged. "I told the truth." "Adrian!" "I'm serious. She asked me what my greatest strength was. I said getting along with people." "That's not bad." I admitted. "Then she asked what my greatest weakness was. And I said, 'Where should I start?'" "Adrian!" "Stop saying my name like that. I told her the truth. By the time I was on the fourth one, she told me I could go.
sweet stars heart
Richelle Mead He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where I wore his ring. “Why are you so sweet?” I asked, my voice small. My heart beat rapidly, and every star peeping through the clouds seemed to be shining just for me. “I don’t think I’m that sweet. I mean, I just told you to be quiet. That’s one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.” “You know what I mean.” Seth pressed another kiss to my forehead. “I’m sweet because you make it easy to be sweet.
sweet memories angel
Richelle Mead We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I’d said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.
sweet art sarcasm
Richelle Mead He didn't see me looking at him, but I could tell the ceremony was having the same effect on him. He was enraptured. It was a rare and sweet look for him, reminding me of the tortured artist that lived beneath the sarcasm. I liked that about Adrian—not the tortured part, but the way he could feel so deeply and then transform those emotions into art.
sweet sunshine moments
Richelle Mead Sunshine had never tasted so sweet as it did at that moment.