A bee rose up from a sun-filled paper cup, off to make slum honey from some diet root beer it had found inside.
- Nicholson Baker
He felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? His fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. Root beer! He yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. "Attack! Attack!" he yelled.
- Suzanne Collins
When my time is up, I want to cross a River Styx of pure root beer.
- Jilly
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- Dean Koontz
- Nicholson Baker
He felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? His fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. Root beer! He yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. "Attack! Attack!" he yelled.
- Suzanne Collins
When my time is up, I want to cross a River Styx of pure root beer.
- Jilly
Page 30
- Dean Koontz
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