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Word: paines (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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Over the remainder of the performance, the audience watched Rachel evaluate the incident--her emotions starting with uncertainty and growing to hatred of Tyler and gnawing pain...

Author: By Jenny E. Heller, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Actors Raise Rape Awareness in Eliot | 3/6/1998 | See Source »

...impact of rape on the lives of rape survivors goes beyond the time it takes to utter the word "rape." Four letters cannot possibly communicate the pain from the slaps, the hair pulling and the slamming of my head against a wall. They do not express the feeling of suffocation from being pinned down by someone 100 pounds heavier than me. The word does not begin to describe the month of pain and bleeding, the days of constant nausea and vomiting, the flashbacks and nightmares or the stress, anger, hurt and fear...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Shattering the Silence | 3/6/1998 | See Source »

...best aspects of Clark's--unlike many other bars, it can be a venue for either conversation or people-watching. If neither of these activities suits you, the numerous TV screens offer silent entertainment; for those stuck watching TV, the variety of beers on tap should soothe the pain. The only reason not to pay Clark's a visit would be an aversion to either train stations or ABBA...

Author: By Inie Park, | Title: A Better Glass of Beer | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

...They shot the white girl first...." Morrison narrated her story, which began deep in Oklahoma early one morning in 1976, where men from the small town of Ruby--in defense of the "one all-black town worth the pain"--assault the nearby town of Convent and the women...

Author: By Nanaho Sawano, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: `Beloved' Author Shares `Paradise' | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

...prowl. My guitar playing was similarly sub-standard, though most wouldn't be able to tell through the jangling of six crudely-tuned strings. And, finally, my harmonica playing--which I'd been toying with for a longer time--was more than enough to set the dog howling in pain and my little brother storming to my room to display his lack of enthusiasm with my skills. I was disheartened, to say the least...

Author: By T.j. Kelleher, | Title: Like a Rolling Stone | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

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