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...sound with a new emphasis on veneer. A gimmicky guitar riff drives album opener “Closer,” and it’s far from enough to get the listener through its dragging four minutes of heartbreak, which feature lyrics like, “You shimmy-shook my boat / Leaving me stranded all in love on my own.” Further signs of overproduction and underwhelming originality can also be heard on “17,” where church bells provide the intro and outro for a song not too different in subject matter...
...with a howl of despair threw himself in front of the oncoming train.Unfortunately, the fairground ride was already slowing down. It pulled to a stop a good foot and a half before the man’s twitching form.After craning his neck to judge the damage outisde, the engineer shook his head disgustedly and spat out the miniature window.Felicity had already risen from her seat in distress. Ollie rushed to her side.“Mamma mia!” he said, feeling shocked himself. “Dat manna try to kill himself...
...into the net. “It felt really good to put one in for the team and contribute,” McCoy said. Harvard closed the first half with a circus play that resulted in its third goal in less than six minutes. The play began when McCoy shook a defender along the end line and fired an open shot at the goal. Crane blocked the shot, which popped up into the air and bounced back toward McCoy. McCoy swung at the ball and sent it flying past Crane, but the shot hit the far post and ricocheted back...
...careful not to look at Viscount Frederick, as he slumped there on the pillows next to his wife. But she couldn’t help but wonder why Frederick, so studious, so sagacious, had chosen to marry a high-strung London beauty like Felicity.To avoid these musings, Roxanna shook her head, setting her buttercup curls a-bouncing. Why worry about anything on such a beautiful day, she told herself. She was in Florence! “Fi-ren-ze,” she exclaimed rapturously, unconscious of the adorable pout of her rosebud lips as she mouthed the syllables.Once inside...
...erased any knowledge of Italian. The staff at least seemed nice, and young, and not big enough to eat me. “Have you ever worked in a professional kitchen before?” the manager of the hotel asked when the cooks left the table. I shook my head. “Baptized by fire then. Literally. Ha! Well don’t worry. If Giuseppe is still here, you’ll be okay.” He pointed to a gangly 20-year-old stuffing his face with a day-old cornetto. Giuseppe waved...