I’ve always craved to belong to somewhere, but I never have and never will.
It’s a nonstop schedule, really. I had lost myself somewhere.
As long as I have my health, I want to be reporting somewhere.
Why go somewhere else and start up all over again?
I just kind of put my feelings away somewhere after that.
My husband is a general’s chauffeur somewhere in France.
The real Malala is gone somewhere, and I can’t find her.
There’s an intelligent redneck in all of us somewhere.