After the failed talks, the outlook, is bleak for the project, I don’t want to get your, hopes up too soon, After months of delays, there’s finally light at the end, of the tunnel for us, Even in a setback, try to look on, the bright side of things, We took extra supplies because it’s better safe, than sorry in bad weather, The doctors are cautiously, optimistic about her recovery, I can’t shake, the feeling that something’s wrong, He felt gloomy, after hearing the bad news, Without a plan, we’re stuck and going, nowhere fast, She’s a glass, half full kind of person, When I lost my job, my friend said every cloud has, a silver lining, You can’t bend, the rules whenever you want, Let’s rip off, the Band-Aid and tell them, It’s hard to reason with, somebody who won’t listen, A small mistake can snowball into, a bigger problem later, I don’t have, the bandwidth to take that on, Don’t count your chickens, before they hatch, Remember, it’s always darkest, before the dawn, She did not mince, your words when she spoke, For a while, the debt seemed like an insurmountable, obstacle to success, He argued that the end justifies, the means in wartime, Sorry, I lost my train, of thought for a moment

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