Mr. Blake will tell you he was medicated. |
Mr. Ramsey has a colorful way with words. |
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Muffled lives explode in understatements. |
Music chose me, not the other way around. |
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Music is the art of thinking with sounds. |
Music is the vernacular of the human soul |
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My ankle's good; it's ready for tomorrow. |
My back, I?m in a lot of pain. I hope so. |
My brother made a mistake. He regrets it, |
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My concern is making sure it runs fairly. |
My daughter doesn't allow me to wear fur. |