Because I make plenty of them! :P

• She let her hand glide over his trousers to feel the bugle there.
• He opened the drawer to his closet.
• He combated indecision by sh*tting his eyes.
• She stirred something in a large boy on the stove.
• She was facing the stone again instead of him.
• He laid the briefcase onto the mental desk.
• No one else needed to know that it had happenenend.
• He wiped any participles off the table.
• A wave of bread washed over her.
• She had combed her hair and brushed her feet.
• She hoped that they didn't blame paraboia.
• The last party he went to was on Near Yew's Eye.
• She kissed him, lingering a moment too long for proprietary.
• You've seen what I do, Cpatain. (And many more times!)
• He grabbed a handful of the bach of her shirt.
• She heard the sound of his phraser.
• The two pastries had a flaky crust and a sweet-and-four filling.
• You're looking in the wrong fiction, Captain.
• She felt the chill of the air, but she was determined not to shower.
• The ship was large, and the signature was Devore, but it wasn't a warsnip.
• His hands, unbound but still in their hound position...
• He touched her creek.
• This wamhrt esd a deliciud senstation.
• The ceiling brightened into the sky illusion of damn.
• Her words made him frozen.
• One of the soliders said.
• He said, hoping that he sounded demute enough to be she.
• It brought her a little too cold.
• She had a stronger sense of eight and wrong than he did.
• There's a degree of removal that allows him to keep some of his soup.
• He takes the other side by drawing the electrosock weapn.
• She dug a pear of jeans out from the pile on the floor.
• Her supplies were dimming.
• She wanted a reference for her neck/nest job.
• It was a small building cupped in a corpse.
• She dug through what must have been poison icy.
• She scrambled up with her tingers and foes.
• Atop the final bar was a single line of barned wire.
• Going to the energy room was not an option.
• Pegasaurus & Pegasys
• I grew up in fancy restaurants and state-of-the-heart kitchens.
• and a computer screen that seems to be dusoplking the orders.
• Beyond the playground runs a winding dream/steam.
• He checked the watch on his write rist.
• A death in the family would excuse him for a brie absence.
• When he reached her grave, he stopped at the wood.
• There's a twenty-four-hour doughbutt shop.
• He asked to beat the ice.
• Any good metal had a pool and he wasn't about to miss a chance.
• He grabbed a motel and headed for the pool.
• His face was fished, his lips slightly parked.
• His hair was damp now from melting flames of snow.
• He had to park his car six blocks from the Lame Michigan beach.
• A wave spammed him face first into the pier.
• He gestured him into a living room with a cough ant television.
• Like her, they were warty.
• She fit the key into the ignitation and started the car.
• They passed through her favorite semsame chicken.
• He ordered something very spicy and took the box with some reverenge.
• He'd certainly had some strong onions.
• He didn't elbowrate.
• The cemetery was a broad expense of grass.
• The chairs were high schools.
• The water felt lice ike on his skin.
• His steps slowed the closet he got.
• He stood still to listen before the sire-fetter knew of his presence.
• He heard a few muggled thumbs.
• He turned on his kspatop.
• He couldn't hear anything, talking ore moving.
• The church parking lot was scattered with about fifteen cars, most of whom he assumed would be attending the book group.
• Her date looks at her like she's gravy.
• The walls are very well insulted.