Word: beds
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Like that of most college students, my usual Saturday schedule involves getting out of bed sometime after noon. But this past Saturday, at a little past eight in the morning, I found myself on a subway car with several members of the Harvard-Radcliffe Alliance for life (HRAL). Together we were heading out to Brookline to participate in a prayer vigil outside the Planned Parenthood abortion clinic...
...still hesitating. Soviet tanks were only a few kilometers from our town. In the early morning hours of May 7, Father made the decision for her, in absentia. A three-axled Wehrmacht truck arrived at our door, barely visible in the blacked-out street. Mother shook us out of bed and hustled us downstairs. We brought two rucksacks and a baby carriage; there had been no time to pack more. Two soldiers bundled us into the truck. It was already crowded with other refugees and their gear -- suitcases, sacks, boxes -- as well as two tin tubs filled with a white...
...pickup truck spotted by an Oklahoma City police car video camera after the bombing. In the videotape, the truck appeared to be driving in tandem with McVeigh's car, pulled over with McVeigh, waited briefly and then drove off. The truck reportedly carried a bag ofammonium nitrate fertilizerin its bed; police today discovered traces of that substance in a brown truck registered in Colbern's name. Colbern's father, an Oxnard, Calif., dentist, said his son holds a chemistry degree from UCLA...
...plaid shirt. I crept around the futon, tilting my head to the side to recognize her as...someone I had never seen before in my life. While I may not know my roommates terribly well, I had some difficulty imagining any of them kicking a girl out of bed in the middle of the night to make her sleep in the common room. After trying to remember if any of my roommates might have had 'company' (if you know what what I mean), I decided to go to wake Tony...
Tony: My first reaction, as my annoying roommate repeatedly attempted to lift me out of my comatose state, was to call him some names that I'd rather not mention in print. Nevertheless, he managed to drag me out of bed and into the common room. As I stood there, asleep on my feet, he asked me if I noticed whether there was anything strange about the room; immediately, my eyes honed in on the figure lying fast asleep on the futon, wearing what looked like one of my roommate's numerous plaid J. Crew shirts. Very quickly, I circled...