Lonely Oak Chapter 66
For the first time in a while, he felt the goose-egg. the helmet fit uncomfortably. another man, his fur shaved in lines about his limbs, greeted him and led him to what looked like a car.
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He'd found himself a golden goose in the son he had ignored for years. too bad his paternal love was limited to that of slapping the boy around every time he was strapped for cash.
Give a Little P2
"well great, just an other goose chase." tom walked along the path, gazing into the weathered numbers of stones and lives lost in time.
Kaiju ga Gotoku 4.5 - The Deadliest Game
A goose with striking pink coiff pulled out a surprisingly old-school portable stereo, a boombox with a small vinyl record in the centre that could be switched out in its deck.
08 - Mask of Courage
The shield flickered out and cool air rushed in, raising goose bumps along his flesh as his chest heaved. swollen muscles lanced pain through his nerves and he tried to catalog everything he had just experienced.
Winter War
Not exactly moms, christmas goose, but beef stroganoff was the best of the instant meals the marines issued him. jazzy had contributed the chocolate pudding she'd been saving for her birthday two days later.
Pawford, Ch 2: A Camp Story
I was only in a t-shirt and boxers, so i felt every last bit of hair on my body stand on end and, for a moment, i contemplated what cj might look like if he ever had a goose-bump moment, but that consideration only lasted a moment before my mind
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That goose had been less than half my size and it had nearly broken my leg. this eagle was close to three times the size of anyone present. i had no doubt that a well placed hit from one of the eagle's wings would be fatal to anyone in our group.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 60
The smell of burning wool and goose down was surprisingly bitter and unpleasant. she carefully made her way down the aisle, stepping around puddles of fire and occasionally clambering over empty beds.
Havana or Hell, part seven
Why kill the golden goose who could lay a microfilm? no. bruckner was there to protect you, and he almost lost you to the russians. "the kebab cook?" and burris nodded. "boris sokurov, russian kgb.
Season and Spice #5
goose bumps tip toed all over her like ants. monica shut her eyes and exhaled. she kept her eyes shut and focused on the aroma of her coffee. that was calming, at least.
Dear Philip
The feathering by her wrists and hind legs wavered softly like fluffy goose down popping out of a well beaten pillow. another lady, a miss.