She has never heard her uncle.
She has a home and she has a diamond ring.
She has in the highest degree.
She has never seen such a brilliant green.
She has my eyes, my hands, my silly stoop;
She has moved into her kitchen.
She has a little boy named Sam.
She has extraordinary intuition about people.
She has no door key for the service entrance.
She has the expectation of privacy, you know?
She heard that those samurai were after her.

She has ten minutes before her auction closes.
She has a brother and two sisters living there.
She has some protection wards about her person.
She has won every major book prize in the world.
She has pestered Viktor repeatedly about trading.
She has heard this story already, from the deputy.
She has never given any thought to marrying Dmitri.
She has no grave; she lives about a mile from here.
She has no right to be gossiping about such things.
She has to shoot a supervisor before her job.
She has a friend who works at the airport .
She has taken notice of you, though, depend upon it.
She has no formal schooling in art and knows nothing .
She huffed an empty, mirthless chuckle.
She has gone for hiking outside the city.
She heard Father Forest enter the kitchen.
She has heard this story already, from the deputy.
She has never given any thought to marrying Dmitri.
She hated to be left behind, but at least she wasn’t the only one.
She has to feed off someone else’s misery and it might as well be yours.

 

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