Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The only thing going away was Miranda's dream.
- Lovely! Can l use that in my poem? - lt's yours.
Right, we don't have to...
lt was clear to Charlotte that Marin wasn't going to take her side now or ever.
That would have put him over the edge.
Come on, l need a visual.
Unforunately, it was somebody else's.
Are you Charlotte? l'm Marin Healey. l'll be walking you down the aisle.
Tug my hair, tug my hair!
Should l be bothered that he wouldn't sign the card?
Love is like a dove. Or a big fuzzy glove.