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...frolicked toward them. One of them moved towards me first for a passionate embrace, but I said, “No! I shall hug you both at the same time, so that one will not be jealous of the other...

Author: By Gabriel A. Rocha, | Title: Dear Harvard, I Miss You So Much | 7/22/2005 | See Source »

...veranda is Johan, her long-ago husband, whom she has not seen for many years. His age, 86, has enfeebled him; his hand shakes from Parkinson's. He is beyond the spontaneous gesture: "I intend to put my arms around you," he announces before they share a starchy hug. And his world view is devoutly frosty. "Sometimes," he tells her, "I look at my voluntary isolation and think I'm in Hell. That I'm already dead, though I don't know it. My life has been shit. A thoroughly meaningless, idiotic life." Looking at the old cynic, Marianne...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: That Old Feeling: To Liv With Bergman | 7/10/2005 | See Source »

...reveal that the letter would concern Justice Sandra Day O'Connor. Miers eventually reached the President with the news. Not long after, with a White House photographer on hand to record the moment, George W. Bush placed a call to O'Connor. "I wish I was there to hug you," he told her. "For an old ranching girl, you turned out pretty good...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Tipping Point? | 7/3/2005 | See Source »

...this, he flings out his arms wildly and grins at her, waiting, expectant, almost cartoonish in his eagerness. She acquiesces, and he rockets his arms around her neck and clings to her for two minutes. She patiently pats him on the back as they hug and rock back and forth, back and forth, surreal in the rain and in the flashing headlights of passing cars. After she’s had enough, Elisa firmly says, “Adios-adios, Guillermo, adios” and extracts herself from his grip. He happily snatches up his walking stick and heads down...

Author: By Grace Tiao, | Title: A Bus Stop Bear Hug | 6/27/2005 | See Source »

...doesn’t remember that he’s just been here, and he and Elisa repeat the routine. When they’re done, it’s my turn. There’s nothing to be done: I stand in a puddle and let him hug me. He bounces a bit, like he has the hiccups, and in the rain, I can’t tell if he’s laughing or crying...

Author: By Grace Tiao, | Title: A Bus Stop Bear Hug | 6/27/2005 | See Source »

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