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Word: feets (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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Usage:

...hail. When the door was lifted and somebody announced that all was clear, it usually would still be raining. Nobody bothered to carry me back to our house. I had to walk back barefoot in the mud, get a pan and wash the sticky red stuff off my feet. It was hard to wake me up for school the next morning...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Letters, Jul. 9, 1979 | 7/9/1979 | See Source »

...Cornell campus saw Alex Rubens "gorge out" on a cold October night in 1977...No one heard his body strike the boulders more than a hundred feet below, or saw it being swept from the rocks by the current and sent cascading down the gorge toward the lake, a mile away, where the next day a fisherman spotted it floating face down twenty yards from shore...

Author: By Paul A. Attanasio, | Title: Foreign Correspondent | 7/6/1979 | See Source »

Terrible, terrible instincts, Especially for the artist. For if he had any sense, he would have tried different beaches, the kind where people put their trash in barrels, where beer cans and glass rivets will not slash your feet to ribbons, the kind where amusement park screams are a thousand miles away. The beach is solitude, with yourself or with your friends. The beach is peace when you want it, and total freedom when you are ready...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Like Lemmings to the Sea... | 7/6/1979 | See Source »

...cigars; Carrie telekinetically crucifying her Jesus freak mother; Roy Scheider spooning fish entrails into the sea, prissily calling out to Robert Shaw and Richard Dreyfuss "Why don't you guys shovel some of this shit?" and as he hits the last word, noticing this big shark a few feet from his face; Vincent Price, dressed as Richard III, leaning over a butt of marmsy wine in which he has just drowned a lush theater critic, sighing, "I hope he travels well"; Peter Cushing prattling pleasantly about stakes through the heart over snifters of brandy, while upstairs the heroine, her bosom...

Author: By David B. Edelstein, | Title: The Beast in All of Us | 7/3/1979 | See Source »

CLAD IN HEAVY, dark blue raincoats, the policemen shifted their feet nervously on the broken asphalt parking lot and peered into the dense forest beyond the barbed wire fence as raindrops splattered about them. Puddles. Lots of them. Cops and reporters, too. Not on mention an 80-per-cent complete atomic power plant. But where were the anti-nuclear protesters, the non-violent commandos who were planning to scale those eight-foot tall barriers and stage a mass-occupation...

Author: By James G. Hershberg, | Title: Welcome to Shoreham | 7/3/1979 | See Source »

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