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She stood next to the window of the tea shop, holding the purple raincoat that matched her eyes. Her voice was as soft as the grey rain.
»Did you move the hatrack, Harry?«
Amount of texts to »she« | 52, and there are 41 texts (78.85%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
Average lenght of texts | 104 Characters |
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First text | on May 24th 2000, 20:43:10 wrote Groggy groove about she |
Latest text | on Oct 29th 2015, 14:50:29 wrote carolyn stewart about she |
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She stood next to the window of the tea shop, holding the purple raincoat that matched her eyes. Her voice was as soft as the grey rain.
»Did you move the hatrack, Harry?«
There were days when she wondered if she would ever hear a male voice speak her first name again.
»China« She could hear the faint echo in her mind still.
But at the Blue Onion, it was always:
»Mrs. Waters, can I get a refill here?«
or
»What's the pie today, Mrs. Waters?«
She sighed...and started the ritual of a fresh pot of coffee.
she glides by me,
i see a door and turn to face the window,
it is noon
i sip my tea
i press a key
she's still in the room
who will speak first
what will be said.
i am breathless with anticipation
The girl in the tea shop is not so beautiful as she was; as cool as the pale wet leaves of lily-of-the-valley she sleeps beside me in the dawn.
She had barely time to seem to be occupied in some needle-work, when he entered, accompanied by the child; having left Kit downstairs.
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