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Tag Name "Georgie" (10)

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Georgie Porgie, he might buy the whole league, but he doesn't have enough money to buy fear to put in my heart.
Pedro Martinez
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Georgie, stop trying to resurrect the shoes. They were never alive in the first place.
Ilona Andrews
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There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening.
Anthony Burgess
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This story's gonna grab people. It's about this guy, he's crazy about this girl, but he likes to wear dresses. Should he tell her? Should he not tell her? He's torn, Georgie. This is drama.
Ed Wood
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Her imagination painted Georgie twenty years later, sitting in leg irons before some Broken psychiatrist. Well, you see, it all started with bubbles.
Ilona Andrews
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My father's best friend, Georgie Terra, was an Italian guy. The children and the cousins and nieces and nephews were children of the Mafia. Those were the children he grew up with. If you want to go to a safe neighborhood, go to where the Mafia is.
Louis Gossett, Jr.
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Back in Georgie's attic, he yanks the phone out of the socket and begins scrolling down the names under dialed calls, praying to anyone who will listen. God. Baby Jesus. Saint Thomas the doubter. Saint Whoever, patron saint of losers. Praying, Please, please, don't let it be true. The first name shatters him. The second makes his head spin.
Melina Marchetta
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The snow came up to the top of Georgie's calves - she had to lift her feet high to make any progress. Her ears and eyelids were freezing ... God, she'd never even been able to imagine this much cold before. How could people live someplace that so obviously didn't want them?
Rainbow Rowell
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[The doctor] peeked into the trauma room and saw the situation: the clerk - that is, me - standing next to the orderly, Georgie, both of us on drugs, looking down at a patient with a knife sticking up out of his face. 'What seems to be the trouble?' he asked.
Denis Johnson
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How do you feel, Georgie? whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's fingers groped for the side of his head. Saintlike, he murmured. What's wrong with him? croaked Fred, looking terrified. Is his mind affected? Saintlike, repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. You see...I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit?
J. K. Rowling