Jeannie's. Been throwing up all morning. Poor girl's been so heartsick. Ever since her boyfriend went to war. . Father Cole's. Done his best to console the girl.
Cut it out. Your self-inflicted pain. It's getting too routine. The crowds are catching on. To the self-inflicted song. Well, here we go again. The art of acting weak.
Here's a new recruit. With new confusion. His racing thoughts should be (unmade). If he needs more time, give him more time. We are (not in a prison).
The furnace burns, the baby turns. She cries when she's hungry. The morning paper will knock the door. To interrupt their slumbers. . Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife?.
Your gentleman caller,. Well, he's been calling on another. He loves his forbidden fruit.. And as it dribbles down his chin. He cries, "baby, I've been drinking with some friends! now how 'bout a little kiss...".
The days are spent. chatting amongst the workers. of how cold it is outside,. not to mention their greatest fears. like finding their children neglected and naked.
The days are spent. chatting amongst the workers. of how cold it is outside,. not to mention their greatest fears. like finding their children neglected and naked.