One morning I awoke before her and found her still asleep, arms wrapped around his pillow, her breath soft, cat at her feet. (5)
-Kathy Appelt, My Father's Summers
"And on my honor," Bear said, his voice booming, his arms spread wide. (172)
-Avi, Crispin
I sit by the door, my knees drawn to my chest. (5)
Now he was walking toward us, hands on hips, his sneakers kicking up little puffs of dust. (39)
-Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
Mr. DeCuervo got out first, his hair making him look like a giant dandylion. (3)
-Amy Bloom, "Love is Not a Pie" in Come to Me
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