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Köln cry
Answer for the clue "Köln cry ", 3 letters:
ach
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n. (context military US English) {{initialism of|(w: Advanced Combat Helmet)|lang=en}} n. (context banking US English) {{initialism of|(w: Automated Clearing House)|lang=en}}, an electronic banking network often used for direct deposit and electronic bill ...
Usage examples of ach.
Het was een moeilijke taak, al kon zij nog zoo goed praten, en het was misschien tot het ongeluk van haar Georges, dat zij zoo pleitte, maar ach, de jongen was zoo verliefd, en misschien had hij het toch wel aan het rechte eind!
He had been with Mwynwen frequently, either in his own chambers or her house, resting and leaching out of his body the subliminal aches and slight sickness that extended exposure to iron caused .
Still, her heart ached a little at the thought of that innocent victim.
Pasgen would read in her words how much her arms ached to curve around a small, warm body, to hold a child that wriggled and laughed and cuddled against her for comfort.
Another moment she could see, as if through a dirtied window, some place she knew, but had lost, and her old bones ached with wanting to be there.
Nay, he decided, forcing himself to ignore the pulsing hardness between his thighs and the churning of his blood which ached for the satisfaction that only her body could provide.
Of a sudden, he ached to consummate this marriage with his wedded wife.
And the reason why he hesitated to do that which his body ached for-Steven of Gravely.
With the heel of his palm on the underside, he flicked a callused thumb back and forth across the pebbled tip until her breast felt heavy and ached for some fulfillment she could not understand.
A raw and overwhelming grief flooded her, and her throat ached with defeat.
She ached for the return of her husband, for the love she had apparently lost.
She ached to be outside in the fresh air, to be dressed in her oldest jeans, turning over spades full of soft loamy earth, feeling the excitement and pleasure of siting the bulbs, of allowing her imagination to paint for her the colourful picture they would make in the spring, in their uniform beds set among lawn pathways and bordered by a long deep border of old-fashioned perennial plants.
She had ached to point out that the shockingly expensive hairdresser who cut it once monthly and the even more horrendously expensive lightening procedure which involved a trip to London every month could hardly be described as natural, but what was the point?
She was always so self-contained, so immaculate, so perfectly poised and turned out that his need to see her with her mouth swollen after love, her hair tangled by his fingers, her eyes languorous and heavy, her breathing quickened, sharp and desirous, was sometimes so great that he ached to reach out and take hold of her.
She ached for him to move away from her, panic surging over her as he pressed the cloth to her damp jeans.