To tell the truth, I sometimes still miss...

Yes... It is my hometown... Sometimes, I miss it a lot.

But I think sometimes when you look at the structure it's easy to miss the big picture.

I miss you, I miss you.

I miss you. I miss you.

I miss home. I miss my family.

Sometimes I go and sometimes I don't.

Sometimes I can, but sometimes I can't.

I visualize my story, sometimes I sketch, sometimes I don't.

I miss you, Mommy. I miss you so much! Here.

I miss you so all day. And I miss you, too.

Miss Eyre. That's enough, I daresay. Miss Eyre.

Of course, sometimes these executives do miss the rule of law that prevails in the West.

I miss him.

I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss him.

I miss Michael.

I miss him.

I miss Hupka.

Miss Thursday, I...

I miss JJoonSoo!

Listen, miss, I

I did, miss.

I miss Paris.

I can't miss it, if I miss it, it will be terrible, terrible.

I sometimes wonder.

I listen sometimes

I win sometimes.

Now, may I present Miss Stewart. Miss Sherwood, Mr. Lippencott.

If I miss a roundup every time I have a honeymoon, I won't miss much, will I?

Sometimes I think the Fates must grin as we denounce them and insist the only reason we can't win, is the Fates themselves that miss.

I take a piece of paper, I visualize my story, sometimes I sketch, sometimes I don't.

Did I miss anything?

Did I miss anything?

I will miss you.

I really miss you.

I still miss Tom.

I really miss Jamal.

I miss you badly.

I miss you badly.

How I miss you.

I miss this smell.

I almost miss it.