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session
They are part of lots of sessions that makeup a hazy part of my session life. Jim Sullivan
session special tangible
It's a very tangible possibility that we could go into special session at this point.
session spoken word worth
A word spoken before the session is worth 10 during the session.
session talk
We had a heart-to-heart talk and let it all out on the table. It was more of a venting session for everybody.
session
From our perspective, the session was a success. Jonathan Coe
session simply site
Simply go to the site and sign-up for a session at your convenience.
session winter
It could very well be that this winter session is shorter than expected.
session time winter
For the first time in the Winter Games, every session of every sport will have at least some coverage.
session sit
We can't just sit there stalemated session after stalemated session.
winter break love-and-jealousy
When Love And Jealousy Collide On The Slopes, Winter Break Turns Deadly Richelle Mead
winter grieving long
I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings. Raymond Chandler
winter night grieving
I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintace. I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter nights.
winter player world
Johnny Winter is one of the best blues players in the world. He's very underrated. Ritchie Blackmore
winter important tests
The work that we do during the winter is very important; we have a new bike and it's important to develop it during this time, and we start with this test Valentino Rossi
winter grace grows
Grace grows best in winter. Samuel Rutherford
winter snow tree
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow Wallace Stevens
winter voice air
Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.
winter ice sky
The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.