You are my past,my present and my future.
My mother is needling my coat.
My friend didn't receive my remittance.
Tears prick my eyes.
On my way down, my head had hit the corner of my desk, cutting my eye and breaking my cheekbone.
The happy life in my childhood returned to my memory.
Please sit on my left.
Can I recline my seat?
My hands are bloody and my knees are worn through, and I want my briefcase back.
With my last effort, my hand instinctively raised to protect my face.
My mouth was suddenly full, I tried to swallow everything down again, and clenched my teeth with my hand in front of my mouth, But it all burst out of my mouth anyway straight through my finger.
Can we invite all my friends? And all the people in my class? And my teacher too?
I decided that I would sell my car, put my personal belongings in storage and rent my house.
I left my dictionary in the library.
My wife is my assistant.
Lose my balance, bruise my knee, bruise my heart?
Where is my chalk?
This is my gift.
I clutched my dime tightly in my sweaty palm.
With my eternal life and my life, I can't see the difference between my age and my menstrual cycle.
This was an attack on my country, my city, my neighborhood.
I adore my husband, my son, my grandchildren, my mother, my dog, and frankly I don't know if they even like me.
My wife was my only business partner, and I was finally able to create my ideal cuisine.
Also, my trailer is bright yellow.
Daming: my clothes, my shoes, a present, my ticket, my passport and my toothbrush.
He took my place during my absence.
My one big exception is my hiking and backpacking gear.
I have my passport visaed.
This would mean that my business and my conscience and my interpersonal relationships were all one.
But thou shalt go unto my father's house, and to my kindred, and take a wife unto my son.
They stopped talking at my approach.
I spent my childhood with my aunt.
My girl friend is contemptuous of my humble home.
I miss my family, my girlfriend and all of my close friends back home.
I tried to keep the image of my mother in my mind - I thought about her attending my funeral.
Let's vent my love, my sadness and my dismay.
One of my more disagreeable faults is my irritability.
There are two people in my own world, one is myself, the other is my shadow, I personify my shadow as a member of my family, my friend, my partner, or anyone or an object that I like.
It was my folly!
He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
It's within my experience.
I never have my chat client up.
Back to my kitchen caper.
Cappuccino is my key to beautiful English!
