Word: feets
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Gangs of Basij motorcyclists, often numbering in the dozens, swerved in and out of the traffic, some with their helmets off and their batons in the air, shouting in victory. At Vanak Square, one of the main sites of the protest, soldiers lined the roundabout every five feet with perhaps a hundred more gathered on the sidewalks. Dozens of Revolutionary Guard vans were parked at Enqelab Square and Vanak Square, along with similar numbers of security forces. Iran's opposition movement believes today could mark the beginning of a new wave of public demonstrations and resistance. But for government forces...
...Michael's three children, who sat just feet away from his casket, have been the subject of intense curiosity and mystery throughout their short lives. The sons and daughter of the world's most intriguing and often bizarre performer, even their exact origins are a mystery. Before today, they have almost always worn masks or veils in the rare times they have been photographed...
...Sharpton addressed the children directly, after a surprisingly stirring speech on Jackson's cultural and race-relations impact that had the audience on its feet cheering. "There wasn't anything strange about your dad," he said, moving his eyes to the three. "What was strange was what he had to deal with." The children applauded along with the rest of the crowd...
...that cities, offices and homes are designed can really influence people. Do you think that their design contributes a lot to people's happiness and even their success? Absolutely. Especially in North America, I think we tend to equate square feet with happiness. We need a big house to be happy. What's interesting is it's not actually the size of a domestic space that influences how we feel there. It's the layout, the appearance, our degree of comfort...
...just that for the 20 years I knew her. She died this past April, and it was the first time I saw brokenness in my carpenter grandfather. The morning before the day she was due to pass, I awoke to the sound of grief: the slow shuffling of feet across the splotched carpet of a home for two, the heaving of cushions as a body sinks into them, and the breaking of noise at the throat, low and awful. Perhaps he thought I was asleep...