I was following a lead, I was being logical.

I could feel I was being watched.

I was being that careful.

I was being very selfish.

When I was young, I was being courted by an investigator.

I suppose I was lucky being seeded fifth.

I knew I was being soft with yer.

(i) Written input was being prepared

I realized that what I was being pitched was a binary solution.

I was probably being a little extreme.

I was accused of being the father.

I was all soldout and was hoping I could stop being a storekeeper.

And I felt I was being typecast as an actor.

I kept saying over and over I was being silly.

And I was really upset about all the books being wrecked, because it was knowledge being destroyed.

And I was other before being anything else even before being a girl.

And I was other before being anything else even before being a girl.

Remember, I was being groomed to do this. I was not allowed to have jobs.

And you thought I was being cruel to you.

I was sure you'd want to, being his birthday.

Was i justified in being so harsh to you?

When my back was hurt last night I thought I was being punished for my sins

Now, being a biologist, I was very curious about this.

I was being asked and paid to do front covers.

I was always worried about being caught and sent back.

Mary Meredith was the finest human being I ever knew.

I was unhappy about being on bad terms with him.

Was that funny? I never know when I'm being funny.

But I was so close to being on top, Anna.

Once when it was being repaired, I saw the insides.

I was counting on you being an insubordinate bastard, Palmer.

I get it. It was being reported in the newspaper.

It was my mother leaving, just at the moment that I was being born.

It was my mother leaving, just at the moment that I was being born.

I was about to say it was a pleasure being associated with a gentleman.

I was worried. I didn't know how I'd react to being next to her.

I told you I belonged to him, that he was my life, my being.

I thought being smart was cooler than anything in the world.

But I understood. It was terrible for him being like that.

I was looking at the group, being sure to see everybody.

I wish that was my only reason for being in Coronado.

You told me once I was afraid of being a failure!

Progress was slow because I was afraid of making a noise and of being caught.

I wasn't happy with my job, because I was a designer, but I wasn't being really stimulated.

I kept imagining I was being followed and that I could hear sirens back in the distance.