She called me.

She always called me Elwood.

Hey, she called me honey .

So she goes like, she called me saying,

She called me in the afternoon.

She called in to see me.

During the war she called me Grandpa.

She even called me Dad. Nice, huh?

She called me up very late last night.

When I called her name, she came to me...

I called and pounded but she just ignored me!

She called to me, but I had run away.

This time... she called me... and I never answered.

Then she called me a whore, and i took it.

What she does, she gets me in a sort of thing called a sweepingankle throw.

She told me so herself last Friday when she called up to cancel our dinner engagement.

She just called me on the phone at the club. She's hysterical.

She was the editor then of a magazine called ID, and she gave me a cover story.

And one editor told me that she wasn't interested in doing what she called manual labor stories.

And she called, and she said,

She called me this morning and there was a strange tone in her voice.

She could've just called.

She called them synopsis.

She called about Rhoda.

How is she called?

My cousin Nadia is taking a summer calculus course and she called me last night.

She was the same gimlet eyed type. But one afternoon Corky called me on the

She called me from Canada where she used to live and this is how I started contributing for the Arabic page.

She called to say she was busy rehearsing.

And she called his name Joseph and said, The LORD shall add to me another son.

Oh, but then she called me a drunk and a madame and i couldn't take that.

She called out his name.

She called attention to it.

She is called Appearing Day.

I called Mama. She was so happy, she cried.

My teacher called me, she was also worried about me. I told her that for now I wouldn't come to school.

Anyway, she called him poppa and he called her momma.

And she called the name of the LORD that spake unto her, Thou God seest me for she said, Have I also here looked after him that seeth me?

And so I showed up in this dark, rambling New York apartment, and she called out to me, and she was in bed.

She told me she can't tell me.

She knew me and she trusted me.

She refused me. She turned me down.

She called the President's office directly.

My mother called me that everytime I asked her for something that cost more than she could afford.

Sami called me.