Failure - Good Morning...

I was speechless. she was pretty damn beautiful. if i had to guess, i'd say she was around 37. "i'm dante. dante blackwell."

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Gemini – Book 2 – Chapter 6: Dreams

What had just been thrown upon glaive was nearly too much to handle, he was speechless even though he had so many questions to ask the blessed being. eventually he managed a "yes."

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Mewthree's Christmas Carol - Prologue

A new sight turned her speechless, unintentionally giving pause "... and why is that harlot dressed like santa claus!?" "can it be true? has comprehension reached you at last?"

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Breaking the Limit

Tomorrow is like today and so now you say, nothing comes out as you remain speechless. so sleep until you wake up this way, congratulations, you broke the limit. think you can do it again?

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Alphys Höek CHAPTER 6

Needless to say, they were all literally speechless. the end

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Welcome Back to Cappuccinos! Part 20

Now serving: uncomfortable revelations venti was speechless, his mouth agape as his brain struggled to comprehend the information his father delivered. they knew each other.

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Ivan

I was speechless, and just looked at him until he broke the silence, he said "so where is the boy?"

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The Perfect Mating

I watched as two dragons padded in my den, and became speechless.

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A Light in a Sea of Dark

God was speechless for a moment before regaining his composure. "move. now." tony's grin weakened as he gave his response. "no."

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Carrier Wolves - Chapter 8: Nudge

Anderson was left speechless, unable to say anything. "i'll be the one to judge its value," calvin continued. "if it truly isn't anything to be worried about... then you shouldn't have to worry about it."

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Misplaced by type - Chapter 10a: Gym Rivals

I was speechless, yes, speechless. why the fuck! did they do that?! i look back at the solid and opaque brown doors of the gym but the only sound that i could hear in the gym was a rhythmic padding.

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2 Of My Poems

Cross thy heart and hoping to die butter scraped over too much bread looking down and burying your head all speechless because nothing can be said watching the future with fear and dread buildings once standing tall to rubble, ashes, and nothing