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...Dewarsara Banu, smiling at her charge's shyness. "But there's still no reply." "Why hasn't there been a reply?" whined Samandi, looking up with the one eye, her left, that survived a shot to the head and fiddling with the capsule of cyanide powder around her neck. "I want this. I want to be a Black Tiger. I want to blast myself for freedom...
...most cute dolls, were they to exist in real life, would not be adorable at all, but in fact deformed and helpless, unable to walk on their stumpy, swollen legs, cursed with useless, fat fingers and with heads too large to be held up by a weak infant's neck. Science has borne out that such helplessness is exactly what beckons the observer of cute: We are hard-wired to respond to big eyes set low on a round face; low, small ears; and other signifiers of infancy. The drive to nurture what only remotely resembles a human baby...
...going to pay homage to that particular film, there are certain things that you have to do. You have to have certain kinds of fights. You have to show things. And if you have the capability of not just having blood splatter, but squirting out of someone's neck the way it was in Shogun Assassin, then you do it. You give it to an audience because that's what they're paying their money...
...we’ve identified what we need to work on. We definitely need to be able to row higher.” Still, however, the Crimson held even with Navy in the last 500, even as the Midshipmen increased the stroke rating and Harvard stayed relatively stable. A neck-and-neck last 500 meters made for a bow ball-to-bow ball sprint, with neither crew knowing which had the advantage at the finish.“Last year when we won [against Navy], we won by a definitive margin,” Schellhorn said...
...grungy urban blocks, and throughout it all, Lupe himself dipping about amicably. Half the pleasure is in seeing the decidedly gawky Fiasco jerking around in front of the camera. Swimming in an oversized hoodie, with a jumbo pair of glasses perched on his nose, he bobs his thin neck to the jazzy beat with a positively adorable sincerity. The cycle gets predictable quickly though—a lone skater rolling past a sinister apartment block, a kick-flip down some stairs, then more head-bobbing. Nevertheless, Fiasco brings a nice change of pace; he doesn’t swear...