743.

Having to keep awake was a torture.

742.

She tried very hard to compartmentalize the fear but she couldn't; it ate her up, sending her stomach into acidic paroxysms, but for one precious moment after roast beef and red wine, she chilled out.

741.

Just like God's.

740.

A pendent with diamonds and a Coach bag: an extravagent kind of love.

739.

She sent the email three times, like the man who kept knocking at midnight...

738.

Before she got to her coffee, she had accumulated five tasks.

737.

A folded bolster in a backpack.

736.

The china man dragged his travel bag onto the bus, making a screeching sound.

735.

The plain lady in the cotton shirt had a fancy gold button on the back pocket of her pants.

734.

She had moments of bravery.  Everything she ever did, she did in those moments.

733.

She lay in bed and tried not to fall asleep.

732.

Scared.

731.

One eyebrow was shorter than the other.

730.

The instantaneous possessed her.

729.

When she has her own place, she will make lasagne. Just less indulgent.

728.

She placated the grumpy girl.

727.

He wore three watches.  It was everything he had.

726.

She called to say that she would be watching TV.

725.

She said: "May your dreams be mine too."

724.

It tasted of pomelo.

723.

The fruitbat was also somewhat afraid of wombats.

722.

The fruitbat wore a tux.

721.

They shared a fruitbat.