Word: screaming
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...didn't want to jump, she had to jump, she shouldn't jump, she ought to jump: she couldn't make up her mind. Steve. Angela and Frank were all encouraging her, first with words, then with hands on her shoulder, finally with shoves. She started to kick and scream anything to avoid being thrown into the abyss...
Most of all, I'd love to be there when Carolina wins. I want to see grown men cry, college students scream, I want to be there for the night-long parade like they had after stopping Wilt Chamberlain and Kansas in triple overtime to win back the title in 1957. And I want to be one of the thousands waiting at the airport the next morning, shouting as the national champions step off the plane...
...attempt to negotiate for some of your belongings: the longer you delay the mugger, the more impatient, and more violent, he is likely to become. If you are held up in an isolated area, do not scream. Chances are that no one will hear your cries for help, and they will only enrage-or perhaps even worse, frighten-the mugger. Do not make any sudden moves when reaching for your wallet or purse; a jittery mugger may misunderstand and attack you. Instead, tell him in advance what you plan to do and then move slowly. Always carry some cash with...
...down." Some women have escaped rape by pleading that they are pregnant, menstruating or have a venereal disease. Other experts contend that talk is useless; Patsy Klaus, a researcher at the Justice Department's National Institute of Justice, believes "a sudden violent scream" is better. Tears, however, are likely to heighten a rapist's sadistic impulses. One possible deterrent is for the victim to try to disgust the attacker by putting a finger down her throat to induce vomiting, or by urinating or defecating. Finally, however, a woman may have no choice. Says Klaus...
...even warm in Paris during July. Each morning the picture-perfect Parisians leave their overpriced little flats, smiling away, in shirt-sleeves and halters; and when you crowd into a metro car with them you look at all the goose pimples, and you want to scream, "Bonjour, Paris! Vous etes froid...