Word: forlorned
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...head start gave Thevis plenty of time to leave the country, but McLean stayed behind in Atlanta, where she was arrested by the FBI as a material witness to the escape. Argues her attorney, Edward T.M. Garland: "She's a forlorn ex-girlfriend, abandoned and left to her own devices." Said willowy, henna-haired McLean a day after her arrest: "I just don't know where he is." On that point, at least, she seemed to be in good company...
...expected then we could resume the countdown toward resignation. If by some miracle the reaction was not so bad and there was any chance that I could actually govern during a six months' trial in the Senate, then we could examine the forlorn option one more time. In a subconscious way I knew that resignation was inevitable. But more than once over the next days I would yield to my desire to fight, and I would bridle as the inexorable end drew near." During those days, he writes, "an odd rhyme struck me. It's fight or flight...
...streets, the small, neat clapboard houses are dimly lit, if at all, with porch lights extinguished. Outside of town, along the bleak and muddy roads, stand the idled mines, their gantries tall and silent. The mines are deserted, the clanking equipment is silent, the railroad cars standing empty and forlorn in the rain...
...coal-mining town seemed ripe for violence, it was Oceana, W. Va., a scraggly strip of forlorn-looking buildings lining a potholed main street and set between two brown mountains in the Appalachian foothills. Once a brawling town that sprouted no fewer than 37 bars during a mining and railroad boom in the early 1940s, Oceana (pop. 1,580) is one of the few communities in which the miners voted to accept the latest proposed contract and go back to work. Although they are members of U.M.W. District 17, one of the union's most militant, they voted contrary...
...They walked in about 30 yards, sat down in the middle of the tracks with a huge bong, and proceeded to get blown away. Jim, who does not smoke pot, stayed outside in the parking lot, looking at the stars, when from far down the valley he heard the forlorn 'woooooo' of a diesel train horn. He walked across the bridge to the mouth of the tunnel and said, "Ah, you guys, you better get out of the tunnel. There's a train coming." "Oh come on, Bredar," they shouted back, "stop being so paranoid...