article_snippet: The Susanna Reid eyelashes beat like the wings of a butterfly trapped at a window pane.
article_snippet: The Reid eyelashes pouted until The Reid eyelashes lips must have ached worse than Louis Armstrong’s after a night on the toots.
article_snippet: Then The Reid eyelashes bit
article_snippet: The Reid eyelashes pen – grrrrr!
article_snippet: Oh, Susanna, we’ll make a Windmill girl out of Susanna yet.
article_snippet: Susanna pulls a mischievous smile (left) and chews Susanna pen (right) during the interview .
article_snippet: Miss Reid kept touching Miss Reid blushing cheeks, drew Miss Reid mouth into sucky pools of winsome doubt, stroked one of Miss Reid ears, tilted Miss Reid black-maned head in a come-hither gesture.
article_snippet: ’ flittered across his gaze.
article_snippet: Susanna laughter tinkled like the Trevi fountain.
article_snippet: One of Susanna eyeballs swelled.