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...sometimes the whole thing comes unglued, as it did last year when she posed for Vanity Fair clutching a satin stole to her bare chest. Then it seems as if the fault lines in the culture run right through her. Reactions to the photo ranged from outrage on her behalf to outrage against her, along with told-you-sos and no-big-deals. A 16-year-old can hardly be expected to grasp the nuances of such tempests, so it's understandable that Cyrus sounds coached on the subject: "I'm here to be a role model...
...Heart, Lung and Blood Institute estimates there are more than 22 million in the U.S. - may suffer from acid reflux, or gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD), according to past research cited in the current study. Only about half of those patients have the usual symptoms of GERD, such as nausea, chest pain or heartburn, but doctors think the condition may exacerbate asthma, possibly by causing aspiration of acid into the lungs. The common practice, set forth by National Institutes of Health guidelines, is to treat asthmatic patients - particularly those who have severe and chronic disease - with acid reflux drugs, when other...
...with the death of Senyor, a character of focus for some odd pages: “The blacksmith gave the word for the cement man to commence; they forced open Senyor’s mouth and began to fill it. Senyor’s eyes were bulging; his chest rose twice as he retched.” This would be gruesome enough if such descriptions did not exist in virtually every passage of the novel. What comes next is more unusual. One old woman, refusing to spit on and insult Senyor on his death bed, instead closes the dying man?...
...employer.Ezekiel! I can’t go back there alone!Stop it. Stop it, you coward. Let it go. For all our decencies. But then Ezekiel said, “I won’t take somebody’s seat.”Doubt bloomed in my chest. Like a big swallow of cordial.“I ain’t goin’ to make somebody move. Am I?”“No,” I could barely say. “Of course not.” He couldn?...
...breathe into my feet, let the energy go and give it to her. And I'm trying. I've tried willing my feet to warm up, push out the mojo, even glow. I've tried breathing heavily, meditating, briefly falling asleep. There are crystals on my forehead, my chest, my throat, clutched in both my hands. But Narayan is not satisfied. Eventually she gives up. "Whoa, dude. You put up a fight," she says...