I'm with You

from the heartache F#m Now I wanna put it back together Coz it's always better late than never D Wishing I could be in California (Guitar 2) Pick the strings and mess around with these chords : D Dsus2 Dsus4 I wanna tell you when I call ya A I could've fallen in love (Guitar 2) E|---------------------------| B|---------------------------| G|---------------------------| D|---------------------------| A|-5-7-5-7---7-5-3-5-7-5-3---|

over stories they'd heard on board. Sulu debated with Scotty about the new manoeuvering system. And finally, there was Chekov who was listening to all this. "And so they bring me this goddamn unconcious guy and no one knows what happened to him! So then I said ..." "I think that pre-warp phase is definetly smoother, but the post-warp is a bit rough. D'you know what you could do about that, Scotty?" "And I heard she's been cutting herself. Can you imagine? An emotionnally unstable medical ensign

Just to keep you from me She get’s you on like (ahh!) Be careful amigo She talks in the morning just to wake you up She’s tied to your love But your love’s only mine, boy Sigo tranquila Like I’m on a beach in Anguilla Sippin’ on Corona Like it’s nothin’ goin’ on I ain’t leavin’ you alone Texting other girls Whats it gonna take just to keep them off [Refrain] And I’m crazy, but you like it (loca, loca, loca) You like that it ain’t easy (loca, loca, loca) I’m crazy but you like it (loca

DAUGHTER -- SIT ON THE COUCH. THEY * LOOK AT THE CAMERA, AND LISTEN TO THE NARRATOR. * * NARRATOR (O.S.) * * Okay. You guys are old enough. I’m * gonna tell you the story of how I met * your mother. * DAUGHTER * * Heard it. * SON * You told us already. * NARRATOR (O.S.) * Sure, you’ve heard the short version. * But there’s a bigger story, and it’s * important for you to hear it. * SON * * Are we being punished for something? * NARRATOR (O.S.) * No. * DAUGHTER * * Is this gonna

LOVE STORY What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me. Once, when she specifically lumped me with those musical types, I asked her what the order was, and she replied, smiling, "Alphabetical". At the time I smiled too. But now I sit and wonder whether she was listing me by my first name - in which case I would trail Mozart - or by my last name, in which case I would edge in there between

sweety, where are you ? We were so frightened… Where did you go ? Are you ok ? When are you coming home ? My baby… » « Mum, I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you earlier, but I was scared about how you would react…I went away. I wanted to escape all this paranoia… I made up my mind… » She interupted him : « What are you talking about Ishmael, you’re coming home, aren’t you ? » « I’m not mummy, listen to me. You have to trust me ! I thought it over and weighed the pros and cons. You know, I love Hatsue

for him, but exceeded them. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I am only the first step in the creation of this book. Many other people helped in different capacities along the way: Anastasia Luettecke, who taught me about Roman names; Dr. Ed Uthman, who helps me with medical stuff; Victoria and Debi, my continuity mavens; Toni L. P. Kelner and Dana Cameron, whose gentle comments after their first reading keep me from committing many an error; Paula Woldan, whose help and friendship keep me going; Lisa Desimini

[Eminem:]  You high baby?  [Dina Rea:]  Yeahh...  [Eminem:]  Yeah?  [Dina Rea:]  hahaha..Talk to me...  [Eminem:]  You want me to tell you somethin?  [Dina Rea:]  Uh huh...  [Eminem:]  I know what you wanna hear...  'Cuz I know you want me baby I think I want you too...  [Dina Rea:]  I think I love you baby...  [Eminem:]  I think I love you too...  I'm here to save you girl,  Come be in shady's world,  I wanna grow together,  Let's let our love unfurl.  You know you

A perfect match Emily was nervous... a feeling she acknowledged with a certain surprise. She liked to think she was mature enough to handle most encounters of a romantic nature with confidence and poise. Yet here she was, perched at the bar, smoothing her dress and her hair at far too frequent intervals. It didn't help, of course, that Nick was late. Almost half an hour late, she realised, glancing at her watch. She wondered if he was trying to play it cool. Or if he had, quite simply, decided not

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