Word: limps
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Obama seized the ball right back. To get control, he had to trample the rules, McCain and the moderator - and he did it all without breaking a sweat. By that point, both candidates had shredded the rules of engagement, despite Brokaw's limp protests. After a bit of verbal jostling, Obama was on his feet and in the clear, once again talking smoothly in his Muzak monotone. Brokaw mumbled sadly: "I'm just the hired help here...
...What a terrible tragedy!” she said breathlessly. “Is he dead?”Ollie opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, they both watched as the attempted suicide picked himself up and limped away.“Oh,” Felicity said, disappointed.“Neverthelessima,” said Ollie, “no woman—particularimente a woman asa pretty as you—should hava to witness such a thing. I, signora, am the Prince Filippo Fumagalli. May I escort you outside, signiora...
...Months after his release, Al-Hajj still walks with a limp and the aid of a cane, because of injuries he says were incurred when he was pushed from a military helicopter blindfolded after his arrest in 2001. U.S. military officials say that claim has never been substantiated. Unable to work as a cameraman, he was recently assigned to a new human-rights department in Al-Jazeera's Qatar newsroom, which is to launch a weekly human-rights show in Arabic next month. Despite his years in captivity for, he believes, no good reason, Al-Hajj insists he holds...
...separate theaters by the same cast at the same time, the actors scurrying back and forth from one theater to the other. When a character chases offstage after his dog in House, he turns up a minute later in Garden; when a jilted woman enters with a limp and dark glasses in House, you find out only when you see Garden what mishap befell...
...Stable Boy?” Frederick was thinking. And Felicity, “The Stable Boy--where is he?”But when the moment passed Felicity simply repeated, “This is our home,” and Frederick, with a mournful toss of his limp, not-so-Byronic hair, wandered away.Felicity stared at the pool for a while, looking at her reflection in the rippling water. At last she rose with a sigh and smoothed her hair.She would console herself in the shrubbery again. Perhaps she didn’t need the under-gardener at all.Editor...