I took her for her sister.

I took her for her sister.

She looked back on her school days.

She served me coffee.

The moment she saw me, she began laughing.

I thought that was him, girl!

I tried to efface the memory of her tears.

I tried to forget that she had cried.

I tried to erase the memory of her crying.

I can't remember her address.

Her story reminded me of the good old days.

It was certainly rude of him, after telling him all she had done.

I can't recall her name at the moment.

Cheer up, she said to me.

She rejected my proposal.

I thought she was pretty.

He gave his life so we could fight and these words for us to live by

She turned down my offer.

The cottage reminded me of the happy times I had spent with her.

The scene brought her words home to him.

She always reminds me of her mother.

She indulged herself in nostalgic memories.

I couldn't remember ever having met her.

I never see her without thinking of her mother.

Her story brought back our happy childhood.

I hope to marry her.

I think I'd like to marry her.

She got it into her head that I was bad mouthing her.

I planned to introduce him to her.

She started screaming, and I ran away.

I could not help laughing at his haircut.

I can't think of her name at once.

Because you remind me of her.

She recollected the first day when she went to school.

She remembered the first day she went to school.

She thought of her cat left behind at home.

I don't know her and I don't think I want to.

I don't know her, nor do I want to.

All right!

Mr. Samsa, who noticed that the cleaning woman wanted to start describing everything in detail, decisively prevented her with an outstretched hand.

He went back to the streets of Kinshasa

That was her name. Thank God!

She forced me to go out with her.

I gave her some candy.

We want to empty your life of Clementine.