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doc#104 | discriminating awareness. </p><p> I should | like | , by the way, to make it clear that I am |
doc#141 | getting back to town, that's what I feel | like | ! Now, are you going to take me or am I |
doc#138 | When suitably lighted, what would it look | like | ? The presence of the two exhaust fans seemed |
doc#103 | country. " </p><p> The countryside looked | like | a beautiful open park with gentle slopes |
doc#146 | its ornate facade the notorious dive clung | like | a bird's nest to the rocky ribs of the |
doc#134 | Clayton lifted him gently into the saddle, | like | a child. "I hate to leave my garden", Gavin |
doc#141 | suggested. "Or maybe you just don't feel | like | a cigar"? </p><p> "I feel like getting back |
doc#134 | like nothin had ever happened". </p><p> "Yes, | like | a father and son". </p><p> "I made you what |
doc#134 | her like she was dirt. And you stand by | like | a fool and let him do it ..." </p><p> He |
doc#78 | citation and a pair of silver cufflinks shaped | like | a football. With the announcement of a |
doc#126 | an animal with a full pollen load looks | like | a gay little piece of yellow down floating |
doc#144 | a match in here, this place would go up | like | a haystack". He started toward the stairway |
doc#136 | went in. Coming over the wall he had seemed | like | a hideous devil. Now under me I could see |
doc#104 | splendid structure. From upstream it looks | like | a long arcaded box laid across the river |
doc#136 | upward stroke of his rifle butt. It sounded | like | a man kicking a melon. Above me a dark |
doc#140 | bold, dark castle of pine boughs that stood | like | a medieval fortress, eclipsing the sun |
doc#126 | afterward keeps incubating and guarding her eggs | like | a mother hen, taking a sip from time to |
doc#148 | legs were the full, sexy kind, full bodied | like | a rare wine and just as tantalizing to |
doc#136 | young warrior flew over its head, bouncing | like | a rubber ball. He started to run but Oso |
doc#136 | the chest of his pony. I saw the pony fall | like | a stone and the young warrior flew over |