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“It’s the dog’s bollocks!” she said.
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As I swallowed my last mouthful of the meatballs.

[Language warning]
“It’s the dog’s bollocks!” she said.
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As I swallowed my last mouthful of the meatballs.

After the relationship ended, I cried my eyes out.
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The doctors are still trying to put them back in.

“His bark is worse than his bite,” joked Dad, as he wheezed for breath.
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The tree tightened its grip around our waists.

“Try to catch me,” said the smug voice.
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My wife and I stared at the baby monitor in horror, knowing it was already too late.

“I’m all ears,” I said with a grin.
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The radiation really messed me up.

She refused to let him practice his surgical skills on her.
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But she later had a change of heart.

“Are they going to kill us and eat us?” I asked, as the tribe carried our tied-up bodies.
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“Not in that order,” said my translator, as all the colour drained from his face.

She caught his eye whilst wearing a pretty red dress.
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She never knew a body could explode like that.

“Just try to think outside of the box,” I said with a grin.
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Then I gently placed his brain on the table.

“Black cats are bad luck,” says Dad.
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I glance in his direction seconds before the jaguar attacks.
