She's hugging the purse.

Hugging a Burning Tree

So my penchant for hugging other people has earned me the nickname Dr. Love.

They are hugging and kissing.

Stop hugging and kissing me.

I remember her hugging and kissing us and saying...

An Indian film star hugging a Pakistani cricketer because they'd won in Kolkata.

Wherever there's one resentful bourgeois, one unreliable schoolmaster... one dubious poet hugging his private life.

And now, we see each other. We hear each other.

Can't you play any other game but soldiers, fighting each other, killing each other?

That we love each other, that we're mad about each other.

I don't understand people hurting each other and killing each other.

A night like this, I feel like hugging myself... and straining tight as possible and flying away.

And these organizers, they're seeing each other, they're learning from each other.

Prew, it's true we love each other now, we need each other,

What we know about each other may turn us against each other.

When these robots come at each other, they track each other's position precisely, and they can avoid each other.

Thousand of husbands and wives leave money to each other without murdering each other.

Neighbors like each other, speak to each other, care if anybody lives or dies.

They're killing each other.

We have each other.

Whoops! Passed each other.

We love each other.

They love each other.

Let's help each other!

Let's help each other!

We need each other.

They loved each other

We loved each other.

Look at each other.

They deserved each other.

You know each other?

We hate each other.

We have each other.

You help each other.

We know each other.

We ridicule each other.

We love each other.

Talk to each other.

They killed each other.

We have each other.

They have each other.

They're hitting each other!

They get each other.

We need each other.