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Word: fakeness (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 2000-2009
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...only space in the Exchange that never looks crowded is the Asian BBQ Korean Restaurant. It appears homey enough, with wooden tables and chairs, small window-shaped mirrors and fake plants lining the wall. The specialties are the Dop Baps, or Korean rice bowls ($6.95). The food is not fantastic—there’s a reason this one is empty. Great barbeque requires great meat, and the base ingredient here is chewily sub-par. For the price, however, it’s okay, and the eccentricity of the menu merits at least a passing glance. I have...

Author: By Margot E. Kaminski, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Miso in a Mall | 10/30/2003 | See Source »

...counter in front of her is a basket of stones that read “BITCH.” “I should buy one for my wife,” a middle-aged man jokes. Landro doesn’t even fake a laugh. “All the guys that come in here, they say that,” she tells...

Author: By Véronique E. Hyland, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Witching Sell | 10/30/2003 | See Source »

...does psychic readings in the back of the store. She welcomes me into an extremely pink room, decorated with crystals and chimes. When I point out the cat curled up on the sofa behind her, she gestures dismissively, saying, “It’s a fake cat.” In other words, alive—just not anymore...

Author: By Véronique E. Hyland, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Witching Sell | 10/30/2003 | See Source »

...worked with teenagers at a day camp. Kyle, the only kid who seemed at all impressed that when I wasn’t being a camp counselor I was going to Harvard, kept challenging me to play poker. The games were low-key and I was able to fake my way through it—no betting, we would essentially just draw five cards each and compare our hands, and while I was able to save face in front of my sole admirer, I still didn’t really know how to play...

Author: By Catherine L. Tung, | Title: Pressing Your Luck | 10/27/2003 | See Source »

...second, most productive time, which gave me enough knowledge to fake my way through subsequent games with Kyle, was one winter night in Straus. One of my dormmates and I were waiting for the others to come back from a poker game and I mentioned casually that I’d never learned to play. We fetched a pack of cards, and made a resoultion that I should be taught immediately...

Author: By Catherine L. Tung, | Title: Pressing Your Luck | 10/27/2003 | See Source »

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