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Word: mined (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...website can jump in. But he's the first real estate developer with a skyscraper-size ego to run, a man famous for prompting Marla Maples' tabloid headline BEST SEX I'VE EVER HAD, and for refusing to shake hands for fear of germs. As he shakes mine, I ask him if he's got over this phobia. "I don't mind shaking the hand of a beautiful woman," he croons. "It's worth the risk...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: My Evening with Donald Trump | 10/18/1999 | See Source »

...again. By the time we were in high school, the hormones were raging and the girls were always breaking out their summertime wardrobes just a little too early. And summer vacation was just around the corner. Yeah, I could see why spring could be someone's favorite seasonojust not mine...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Fifteen Minutes: How To: Cross a Street | 10/14/1999 | See Source »

...center; its impact was concentrated on the driver's side. It then spun off the road, though its occupants too, astonishingly, survived. Under such an impact, bones may not just break; they can explode, like a cookie hit by a hammer, and that's what happened to several of mine...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Death's Throat | 10/11/1999 | See Source »

...coma is not to be without some kind of consciousness. Mine was intensely vivid and took the form of a series of hallucinations, from whose grip I could not awake. They were protracted and obsessive dreams that went on for several weeks. To take only one of them: for years I had been struggling with an unfinished book about Goya. Now I found myself in a late 18th century madhouse, clearly designed by Goya himself--I knew that from its gloomy architecture--outside Seville. I had tubes running into my lungs and stomach, which I would have torn...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Death's Throat | 10/11/1999 | See Source »

...hear enough to learn that my mom, who'd already changed her name three times, is now Roz Leszczuk, which sounds like a felled Romanian dictator. It made me sad to realize that my mother was now part of a family that was not only separate from mine, but whose members might expect me to remember their birthdays. Plus there's something depressing about realizing you'll never be able to pronounce your own mother's name...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: My Mother, the Bride | 10/11/1999 | See Source »

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