Word: hellos
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...loud. His oval face and dark, bespectacled eyes show no sign of scars from the bureaucratic battles that accompany most climbs up the Roman Curia career ladder. A few years ago, I saw Bertone walking alone on a side street near St. Peter's and went over to say hello and shake his hand. He stopped on a dime when he heard his name, turning toward me with his arms spread open, and practically sang out in his baritone, "Oooh! Carissimo! How's it going!?" And we had never even met before...
...money-and courage-to tell me more. Two years ago, I got a call while at a cocktail party. Shanghai ladies sipped champagne near me, while men discussed the city's frenzied property market. This time, the news from Qixia was good: Sun had been released from jail early. "Hello, English-language journalist," he said. "I am out of jail now." I told him I was very glad-and then didn't know what else to say. Filling the silence, Sun commented on the weather in his village. It was chilly, he said, but not as cold...
...Hello, my name is Walt Howell. And I am a BAWLS-aholic.I will drink a BAWLS in the morning, then I will drink a BAWLS at brunch, and then I will chug ten more BAWLS for a light pre-lunch snack. By 11:30 a. m. every day, the falcon flies at midnight. California! For if I could describe my life essence, that which completes me, sustains me, fulfills me to the fullest, in one word, that word would be BAWLS.Check that, I’m going to use two: BAWLS-nasty. You think I can?...
...seeing an ex-fling isn’t awkward enough, seeing him naked takes the cake—so I realized at Primal Scream last week, when several former flames streaked by me. The weirdest actually stopped to say hello. Weirder still, I was arm-in-arm with my current boyfriend (who, thankfully, was clothed...
...Last year, I got a call on my cellphone while at a cocktail party. Shanghai ladies sipped champagne near me, while the men discussed the city's frenzied property market. Sun Xuede had just been released from jail, four years early. "Hello, English-language journalist," he said, using the name they often called me. "I am out of jail now." I told him I was very glad - and then didn't know what to say next. Filling the silence, Sun commented on the weather in his Shandong village. It was chilly, he said, but not as cold...