Come Sundayby Isla Morley Isla Morley's first novel should not be attempted without a Kleenex box at hand.
Maybe it held his business cards, Kleenex or his house keys, but one thing was for sure—it was a murse.
Morley is a stunning storyteller, although Come Sunday should not be attempted without a Kleenex box at hand.
Fitbit, on the other hand, gained an advantage as being the Kleenex of step tracking.
Large cardboard boxes of Kleenex, each with 36 tissue boxes, lay open for people to take.
Many of my gifts were simple—a phone call, spare change, even a Kleenex.
I bought some Kleenex and came back, and everybody was out on the steps to look, but I didn't stop.
He wiped his face and blew his nose and squeezed the Kleenex tight in his hand.
Then he mopped his face with a wad of Kleenex and went over to the room-temperature thermostat, turning it down to sixty.
Something to be used once and discarded: Presidents and champions who used women like Kleenex were merely exercising an aspect of their power/ The freeways might open up in an earthquake, causing roadways to fall. He called them disposable Kleenexes good for one blow/ Delors himself says that the French go through politicians like Kleenex
[1990s+; the name of a brand of disposable tissues, a trademark since 1925]