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His feather-soft touches, born from his time in wwii still stung as he patted the pickling liquid up and down my legs, arms and face. very soon i smelled like a dill pickle but the miracle did work. i wasn't hurting, and now at least i could move some.
Mission
pickled herring. "freddy you know i hate pickled herring.." "i know.." he smiles.. "you'll be soaking in it.." i groan and he opens the can.. pickled herring.. i strip and climb in..
Chapter 14: Timothy and Suzie
Her tears plopped into the pickle juice that covered the floor. "what have you done?!" a horrified squeak came from across the room. rita turned to see jacob and diane standing at the edge of the puddle of pickle juice.
Mari Blackpaw's Background Story (basic)
A plate of her honey pickled peaches, and a side of warm apple cider with a hint of liquor to it. it burned the back of her throat, but oh how she loved to feel that warming burn.
Swans and Women
Living forever was like not being able to open a jar of pickles. it was that frustraightning. who knew that the most beautiful swan was hated her life. she was always so graceful and calm around the others.
Out Of Time - Book 2: The Element - Chapter 1: The Culprit
He started with some pickles, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, and some red onion slices. after he began pulling out the meats he would use, pepperoni, ham, sliced beef, cutlets of turkey and chicken, and finally some salmon and tuna.
Teaser: Bohemia Lake
Bacon cheeseburger, extra pickle, side of fries, garden salad with a cream dressing (his mother's signature dressing), and a brownie swirl shake. well, seemed like a lot of food for one person. probably a couple.
Rockin' the Farm - Commission for Flamesofsorrow
Also fortunate was that no one else was within screaming distance as their ears might have pickled from the vocabulary that she used.
Melanie's One-Night Stand
I know... not my favorite topic, but it's like pickles. now and then, i really enjoy pickles on a burger, but 99 percent of the time i can't stand them.
Getaway: Part 6
"did you really mean to order pickle?" "yeah." "with barbecue chicken?" "why not?" "weird combo." he reached inside his parcel, retrieving a one half of a whole pickle. "separate. it ain't on the sandwich." "oh."
My Wonderful Little Sister- The Art of Yiff Part 3
I found the pickles! and...katie! there you are. mine! argh! katie stop, i'm not eating your pickles! oh...sorry. force of habit, daddy sometimes forgot to not eat the last one.
Story of Matthias and Ian Steele - Chapter 8
Janet mouthed to ian she had put glue under it and both laughed quietly, and janet pulled out another glass pickle jar, and the vodka, and walked out to the backyard with them.