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the-first-clothing-line-i-had-was-called-very-rue-then-we-changed-name-moved-to-qvc-name-became-a-touch-rue
just-this-time-twelve-for-rue
take-back-my-pain-swallow-the-rue
dans-la-rue-de-rien-personne-paul-eluard
i-want-to-douse-myself-in-silver-words-whisper-away-all-rue-basith
how-did-rue-end-up-on-that-stage-with-nothing-but-wind-offering-to-take-her-place-suzanne-collins
she-has-good-instincts-but-wrong-judgments-shell-rue-day-david-o-selznick
rue-the-day-i-fell-into-your-lonely-room-today-but-i-forgotten-what-i-came-to-say-wonder-stuff
do-i-rue-life-wasted-doing-crosswords-yes-but-i-do-know-threeletterword-for-regret-robert-breault
theres-rosemary-rue-these-keep-seeming-savor-all-winter-long-grace-remembrance-be-to-you-william-shakespeare
unexpectedly-rue-throws-her-arms-around-me-i-only-hesitate-a-moment-before-i-hug-her-back
chic-rarely-bothers-to-leave-rue-de-faubourg-sainthonore-tyne-oconnell
with-rue-my-heart-is-laden-for-golden-friends-i-had-for-many-roselipt-maiden-and-many-lightfoot-lad-a-e-housman
i-mourn-for-kind-dad-i-didnt-have-i-rue-my-first-broken-family-while-taking-joy-in-one-that-ive-made
and-still-she-rue-day-she-took-him-in-her-desperate-way-the-stories-her-past-betrayals-the-list-names-in-hush-toned-tales-she-wants-revenge
rastejo-sob-ruenas-cheias-de-vida-por-debaixo-das-paredes-tombadas-filipe-russo
to-admit-mistake-is-courage-and-virtue-of-strong-character-while-to-rue-and-look-for-an-excuse-reflects-weak-personality
mark-my-words-you-will-rue-this-day-lament-it-in-tears-you-will-come-to-me-on-your-knees-sobbing-begging-for-forgiveness-but-i-will-tell-you-now-i-will-tell-you-then-you-are-on-y
love-is-pearl-purest-hue-but-stormy-waves-are-round-it-and-dearly-may-woman-rue-the-hour-that-she-found-it-letitia-landon
i-want-to-say-unequivocally-queen-is-magnificent-she-is-enduring-force-she-is-glue-that-makes-everyone-feel-good-she-is-beloved-i-would-rue-day-louis-susman
i-have-no-regrets-fighting-for-four-years-to-get-sordid-lives-on-small-screen-it-was-fantasy-i-mean-i-got-to-work-with-amazing-actors-like-rue-mcclanahan
biographers-rue-destruction-loss-letters-they-might-also-curse-husband-wife-who-never-leave-each-others-side-thus-perform-kind-epistolary-abortion-janet-malcolm
on-rue-de-la-crosse-hotel-bees-becomes-almost-weightless-for-moment-lifted-in-spiral-flame-before-it-begins-to-rain-pieces-back-to-earth-anthony-doerr
eu-temia-que-qualquer-menimo-ruedo-atraesse-o-pior-conjurasse-do-proprio-breu-branco-um-horror-incomensurevel-filipe-russo
suddenly-saracen-rue-looked-old-tired-skulduggery-pleasant-came-into-focus-as-what-he-really-was-genius-killer-tortured-soul-only-true-dead-derek-landy
how-do-we-not-rue-many-unchosen-paths-in-life-a-blessed-lack-imagination-there-are-enough-real-glories-along-any-path-to-swamp-our-meager-ability-to-terry-rossio
and-when-chickens-that-didnt-hatch-come-home-to-roost-we-will-rue-day-when-misled-by-sloppy-accounting-rosy-scenarios-we-gave-away-national-nest-paul-krugman
they-say-my-verse-is-sad-no-wonder-its-narrow-measure-spans-rue-for-eternity-sorrow-not-mine-but-mans-this-is-for-all-illtreated-fellows-unborn-unbegot-for-them-to-read-when-they
just-as-i-came-out-into-rue-omnibus-came-by-pas-complet-i-sprang-in-without-that-prayer-fasting-which-should-chasten-mind-before-risking-it-in-susan-hale
something-inside-me-twists-as-i-remember-another-voice-rue-in-arena-when-i-gave-her-leg-groosling-oh-ive-never-had-whole-leg-to-myself-before-the-suzanne-collins
foi-enteo-que-viu-num-beco-escuro-onde-luz-mal-tocava-estava-uma-rapariga-espreitava-timidamente-festa-encolhendose-sempre-que-se-ouvia-um-ruedo-mais-forte-susana-almeida
im-not-prepared-for-rues-family-her-parents-whose-faces-are-still-fresh-with-sorrow-her-fiver-younger-siblings-who-resemble-her-closely-the-slight-builds-luminous-brown-eyes-they
i-like-hotel-costes-on-rue-saint-honore-boutique-hotel-near-arc-de-triomphe-louvre-tuileries-i-love-dark-moody-decor-as-well-as-fantastic-scented-candlelit-pool-in-basement
i-cannot-love-thee-thou-rt-worse-than-thy-brother-go-say-thy-prayers-child-ask-gods-pardon-i-doubt-thy-mother-i-must-rue-that-we-ever-reared-thee-emily-bronte
A spring sun was shining on the rue St. Honore, as I ran down the church steps. On one corner stood a barrow full of yellow jonquils, pale violets from the Riviera, dark Russian violets, and white Roman hyacinths in a golden cloud of mimosa. The street was full of Sunday pleasure-seekers. I swung my cane and laughed with the rest. Someone overtook and passed me. He never turned, but there was the same deadly malignity in his white profile that there had been in his eyes. I watched him as long as I could see him. His lithe back expressed the same menace; every step that carried him away from me seemed to bear him on some errand connected with my destruction. I was creeping along, my feet almost refusing to move. There began to dawn in me a sense of responsibility for something long forgotten. It began to seem as if I deserved that which he threatened: it reached a long way back - a long, long way back. It had lain dormant all these. years: it was there though, and presently it would rise and confront me. But I would try to escape; and I stumbled as best I could into the rue de Rivioli, across the Place de la Concorde and on to the Quai. I looked with sick eyes upon the sun, shining through the white foam of the fountain, pouring over the backs of the dusky bronze river-gods, on the far-away Arc, a structure of amethyst mist, on the countless vistas of grey stems and bare branches faintly green. Then I saw him again coming down one of the chestnut alleys of the Cours la Reine. ("In The Court of the Dragon")

Robert W. Chambers
a-spring-sun-was-shining-on-rue-st-honore-as-i-ran-down-church-steps-on-one-corner-stood-barrow-full-yellow-jonquils-pale-violets-from-riviera-dark-russian-violets-white-roman-hy
And one cold Tuesday in December, when Marie-Laure has been blind for over a year, her father walks her up rue Cuvier to the edge of the Jardin des Plantes. "Here, ma cherie, is the path we take every morning. Through the cedars up ahead is the Grand Gallery." "I know, Papa." He picks her up and spins her around three times. "Now, " he says, "you're going to take us home." Her mouth drops open. "I want you to think of the model, Marie." "But I can't possibly!" "I'm one step behind you. I won't let anything happen. You have your cane. You know where you are." "I do not!" "You do." Exasperation. She cannot even say if the gardens are ahead or behind. "Calm yourself, Marie. One centimeter at a time." "I'm far, Papa. Six blocks, at least." "Six blocks is exactly right. Use logic. Which way should we go first?" The world pivots and rumbles. Crows shout, brakes hiss, someone to her left bangs something metal with what might be a hammer. She shuffles forward until the tip of her cane floats in space. The edge of a curb? A pond, a staircase, a cliff? She turns ninety degrees. Three steps forward. Now her cane finds the base of a wall. "Papa?" "I'm here." Six paces seven paces eight. A roar of noise - an exterminator just leaving a house, pump bellowing - overtakes them. Twelve paces farther on, the bell tied around the handle of a shop door rings, and two women came out, jostling her as they pass. Marie-Laure drops her cane; she begins to cry. Her father lifts her, holds her to his narrow chest. "It's so big, " she whispers. "You can do this, Marie." She cannot.

Anthony Doerr
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