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“Extraordinary Merry Christmas:” Act Six

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One more stranger on the streetJust someone sweet passing byYou’re an angel come to save meWho didn’t even know she gave meSomething to believe in…

One more stranger on the street
Just someone sweet passing by
You’re an angel come to save me
Who didn’t even know she gave me
Something to believe in…

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I wanted Derek Shepherd to say “Fetch” before he hit the ring with the baseball bat. And Patrick Dempsey said, in the name of ALL men, he could not be responsible for saying that to a woman. And I give him credit for that. I was a super fan of “Fetch!”. But he said: “I can’t go home to my wife or look at my daughter if I say ‘Fetch!’ before I hit the ring”. And he said, that Derek Shepherd will go dark. He can’t go down that far, he can’t do that. So the baseball bat said it all and Patrick sold it without having to say that horrible phrase.

Shonda Rhimes. (via the-merder-of-it-all)

He’s so cool <3

Elphie, come on! We’ll be late for Wiz-O-Mania!

the-absolute-best-posts: ilovefitzgerald: He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one, before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel, which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher — shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange, and monograms of Indian blue. Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily. “They’re such beautiful shirts,” she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. “It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such — such beautiful shirts before.”  Submitted by nessastooshort Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard

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ilovefitzgerald:

He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one, before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel, which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher — shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange, and monograms of Indian blue. Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily.

“They’re such beautiful shirts,” she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. “It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such — such beautiful shirts before.”

 Submitted by nessastooshort

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