A Quote by Dave Eggers

She pulls away, pats me on the shoulder with three mini-pats, like those used to pet reptiles. — © Dave Eggers
She pulls away, pats me on the shoulder with three mini-pats, like those used to pet reptiles.
Love pats are soft punches of encouragement that are admistered on the knee, shoulder, and arm.
hi, puppy." she's not a puppy. She's a girl," Nancy's mother says. Nancy pats me and says, "Good puppy. Nice puppy." When he mother bends down to pull her away, she wraps both arms around my legs and wails. "No! My puppy!
I want a one hundred percent guarantee that they’ll all be fine.” I tell Mrs. Garcia. She pats my knee. “Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life.
My dad never gave me pats on the back or congratulations. There was always more to give and more to get done.
I guess my Indy friends don't always love to hear this, but yeah I root for the Pats.
The path of my life is strewn with cow pats from the devil's own satanic herd!
The best sex education for kids is when Daddy pats Mommy on the fanny when he comes home from work.
I can take a lot of pats on the back. I love it when I get admiring letters from people. And, of course, I'd love it if the critics would notice me, too.
I have very fond memories of the Eagles from my experience with 'Invincible' and my college days in Philadelphia. But I am a Massachusetts girl and a Pats fan.
This is a polarizing statement, as I have come to discover, but I am a Pats, Red Sox, Celtics and Bruins fan from birth until death.
Beijing is on the move in Africa - using aid, diplomacy, weapons sales and Chinese ex pats in a bid to become the preeminent power in the region.
I can play, and I know it; I'm not looking for any pats on the back. I don't have to be endorsed by anybody. I make enough to live and eat, and I'm happy with my music-and that's all I need.
When you take a job, you don't just accept the pats on the back. You have to accept the kicks in the pants.
My stepdad is a Patriots fan, so I've become a Pats fan, too.
In England the boy pats his adored one on the back and says softly, "I don't object, you know." If he is quite mad with passion, he may add: "I rather fancy you, in fact.
The first concert that my parents took me to was in this canyon in Saudi Arabia called Buttermilk Canyon. You sleep under the stars in the desert, and ex-pats - German, Swiss, Canadian, American - would play classical music that filled the whole canyon.
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