I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn't wake him to share in my distress.
Eat, Pray, LoveYou’re wishin’ too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughtta be.
Eat, Pray, LoveAnd her dumplings were so light they would float in the air and you'd have to catch 'em to eat 'em.
Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop CafeFools make feasts and wise men eat them.
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