If you're short on time, that would be the two-word version of our story: we fell.
Everything in my life happens really fast.
Haste is always ungraceful.
Everyone seems to be in a kind of accelerated time mode that is beyond their own control.
Everything's so accelerated now.
I'm calling from my car, I'm sorry, I'm like running around like crazy.
She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
I'm a little untidy, and my favorite color is gray, and I'm always scurrying around in a panic.
Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown
