Cell lysis, resulting from the detergent action of deoxycholic, may account for any clinical effect.

The maid made my bed.

Go to school!

My house is the best! Hey, well...

I sit on my bed.

Good. I will get my bed.

Get off of my bed!

There's a monster under my bed.

There's a boogeyman under my bed.

There is a monster under my bed.

Her cat climbed off my bed.

You're welcome to my bed.

Take me back to bed.

What are you doing in my bed?

I'd like to do more clinically meaningful dissections.

Right into my bed? How did you get into my apartment?

I remember all of a sudden I was thrown out of my bed,

I have spread my couch with carpets of tapestry, with striped cloths of the yarn of Egypt.

I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt.

Move it.

So I went to bed that night pretty excited.

I have personally experienced it. I'm trained as a medical doctor.

In a number of cases they were even clinically depressed.

The girl in my bed last night.

I can hardly wait to get home and sleep in my own bed.

The diagnosis is largely clinical and is one of exclusion.

Sitting on my bed, I rocked back and forth, moaning in fear and isolation.

So I took to my bed for about a month, and when I woke up

Pills alone don't do it, especially in clinically depressed people.

He's going to have dinner with us. Don't put your things on my bed.

Other guys just want to sleep with you, and then it's so long.

So instead of just butchering the body, I'd like to do more clinically meaningful dissections.

And so I put my books away, back in their suitcase, and I put them under my bed, and there they stayed for the rest of the summer.

And you said I should've stayed in bed.

I want no whimpering in my house, either in my room or in my bed.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

I am weary with my groaning all the night make I my bed to swim I water my couch with my tears.

I was on the 23rd floor. I had a really low platform bed.

I will sleep in the big bed with mummy and you. And grandma will sleep in my bed, right?

I keep one eye open when I sleep, because she's gonna stab me in my bed.

I know when you take me home I'm going to lie on my bed and think about you.

So when I was a kid, I was obsessed with wires, and I used to thread them under my carpet and thread them behind the walls and have little switches and little speakers, and I wanted to make my bedroom be interactive but kind of all hidden away.

The latter two categories, however, had a limited effect.

Influence, huh?

When I was working, once the work is done, everyday I'll lie in my bed reading, sleep when I get tired.