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Word: saws (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...into twenty Brittany Spears clones and what I can only describe as their male counterparts. The whole group of heavily made-up, big haired girls and perfectly combed boys wore navy blue jackets emblazoned with the words, "Wyoming Nation" and proceeded to roll their eyes at everyone they saw...

Author: By Victoria C. Hallett, | Title: A Native's Guide to Tourist-Watching | 8/6/1999 | See Source »

...surprisingly, my first attempt was a relative failure: The arm that I lifted with so much promise would drop quickly back to my side, the victim of what appeared to be an occupied taxi coming near. As the cab whizzed by, I saw that it was indeed empty, my lack of confidence punishable with a fine of a few minutes standing unnecessarily in the smothering D.C. heat...

Author: By Scott A. Resnick, | Title: The First Time is Always Special | 8/6/1999 | See Source »

Across the intersection, however, I saw an oasis. Dotting the sea of metallic car roofs that shimmered in the heat at the traffic light were several white taxi signs. Once again, I stretched out my arm, looking toward the throng of cars and hoping, praying even, that one of those cabbies might catch...

Author: By Scott A. Resnick, | Title: The First Time is Always Special | 8/6/1999 | See Source »

...surprisingly, my first attempt was a relative failure: The arm that I lifted with so much promise would drop quickly back to my side, the victim of what appeared to be an occupied taxi coming near. As the cab whizzed by, I saw that it was indeed empty, my lack of confidence punishable with a fine of a few minutes standing unnecessarily in the smothering D.C. heat...

Author: By Scott A. Resnick, | Title: The First Time is Special | 8/6/1999 | See Source »

Across the intersection, however, I saw an oasis. Dotting the sea of metallic car roofs that shimmered in the heat at the traffic light were several white taxi signs. Once again, I stretched out my arm, looking toward the throng of cars and hoping, praying even, that one of those cabbies might catch...

Author: By Scott A. Resnick, | Title: The First Time is Special | 8/6/1999 | See Source »

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