She ate her clementine and wondered if they had put up a lost child flier yet.
The girl on the lost child flier happened to be named Clementine.
They hoped when they found the girl on the lost child flier that she would not be peeled like a clementine orange.
Clementine oranges have a taste unlike any other said the man standing in front of the lost child flier.
Lost children on fliers have a taste unlike clementine oranges said the other man.
The delivery truck pasted with missing children fliers carried clementines and a few invasive species.
That's the problem, said the lady with thighs like the skin of a clementine, there's too many lost souls and too little lost child fliers.
Aren't you sweet like a clementine said the shady man in the trench coat as he created another lost child flier.
The font on the lost child flier was not orange like a clementine. It was black.
He packed up the lost child flier in clementine boxes and stuck them in his attic.
Where is my Clementine? Lamented Lady Ella as she flailed her lost child flier about.
The uninvited guest had a sulky baby face, like that found on a lost child flier, and bug eyes like clementines.
His jaundiced complexion could also be compared to a clementine, or a yellowing lost child flier found in the postal office.
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