filtered_scat/filtered.valid.en

Have <p>they</p> been practising?
And we would deserve to hear that djal tone, sir, but, uh, let's just step back and admire the problem as <p>it</p> were, um, because we want to make sure we're aligned,
The umbrella anchor made <p>it</p> sink, in spite of the buoyancy of the other materials.
He reported <p>it</p> stolen this morning.
It will know and <p>it</p> won't spend its life thinking...
Because <p>they</p> know that it's never going to replace oil heat.
We don't know what the artifact is, how <p>it</p> works, or why it's doing what it's doing.
Even in the Sahara, rain does sometimes fall and that is sufficient for plants to survive providing <p>they</p> have the right adaptations.
This day had promised all my happiness... and now <p>it</p> shows me such a sight as this?
Then the girls came back in and <p>they</p> had little pink gift bags that we didn't get.
That demon that was in you, <p>it</p> wants you.
They move slower than most animals, but <p>they</p> travel just as far.
If <p>it</p> spreads, I fear Humans will once again hunt and kill us.
Cities would be uniform only to the degree that <p>they</p> would require far less materials save time and energy and be flexible enough to allow for innovative changes while preserving the local ecology.
And when <p>they</p> don't find that, for enlightenment.
You know, life goes on, or <p>it</p> goes on for everyone else even if it's not going on for you.
And then the next thing you know, <p>they</p> don't know who you are.
You wish you could just go down the list, check him off, know what's coming next, but, uh, <p>they</p> don't really come in any particular order.
We'll continue to follow this story as <p>it</p> unfolds.
All of <p>it</p> post-mortem, <p>it</p> had been in the harbor for a while.
Look, I like my life the way <p>it</p> is.
Since the Turkey exploded, no one had to taste how bad <p>it</p> would have been.
And  <hon>he<hoff>  made <p>it</p> clear my presence here is temporary.
'When the thought of a drink comes - and <p>it</p> WILL come... '..call me.'
Through death I shall return your souls to where <p>they</p> belong.
Did he see <p>it</p> uncovered?
Well, until she opens that gift, <p>it</p> still belongs to you.
When relationships get more official, <p>they</p> get messy, and, and you give and you compromise and people change and then somebody goes away and you're left empty, and I, and I don't want that.
When <p>it</p> lifted, I could move again, but I stayed like this.
Kids on their own, <p>they</p> don't have a chance.
In fact after that, <p>they</p> got the hell out of Dodge.
Dude, the church doesn't give money; <p>it</p> takes it, all right?
But <p>it</p> should give you a pretty good idea of what we're looking at.
Occasionally, a Russian hooker comes through, but those girls are nasty and <p>they</p> cry a lot.
Two extraordinary females... <p>they</p> come into my life in one night.
The meds we switched you to, some people feel nauseous if <p>they</p> drink on them, especially at first.
But <p>they</p> were patriots just the same, just like my brother Tommy.
He really asked. I knew <p>it</p> would turn out like this.
What I can't tell you is what kind of animal left Lisa Willoughby here or what direction <p>it</p> came from.
If <p>they</p> are not mine, Commander, I will know it.
When <p>they</p> do he thinks it's a game.
So your cancer, <p>it</p> don't mean shit to me, man.
But <p>they</p> kept coming and <p>they</p> kept coming.
Frankly, even if <p>it</p> just said, "walk up a flight of stairs," I wouldn't let him do it.
When women in Chatswin want to look their best, sometimes <p>they</p> have to play dirty.
Uh, <p>it</p> was old.
He knew fire, knew how <p>it</p> spread.
Are <p>they</p> yours?
Well, if <p>it</p> hasn't already become a victim of the riot, <p>it</p> certainly won't at this point.
We didn't know who these women were. We didn't know how <p>they</p> learned about us.
♪ When I threw <p>it</p> back, <p>it</p> poisoned me ♪
I saw who took them and I know where <p>they</p> are.
Also, <p>they</p> put smooth rocks in their bathroom sink.
Her condition continued to worsen, <p>it</p> has become almost totally blind.
I wonder where <p>it</p> goes.
Oh... <p>it</p> won't kill us?
I ran your fingerprints, and <p>they</p> tell an interesting story, Marcia.
If, for any reason, the library was to close, <p>it</p> and all its contents would go to Darrow University.
I see this place and <p>it</p> puts things in your mind, <p>it</p> twists them around until you go crazy and you don't know what to believe.
Obviously, this information is still being verified, but if <p>it</p> is confirmed, <p>it</p> would perhaps clear up the mystery surrounding a man who, since he entered politics, gave people a reason to smile...
I'll be durned if <p>they</p> think they're gonna sink their fangs into my blue ribbon apple.
For once <p>they</p> were reading the news instead of making it.
You know, even at the NOW conferences later on, I mean, women, <p>they</p> brought speculums and <p>they</p> examined each other's vaginas and stuff.
It's like they're-- <p>they</p> hate you.
Is <p>it</p> very valuable to you?
The cloth, <p>it</p> is of the quality most fine, and yet the fashion, <p>it</p> is of since 30 years.