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Word: stood (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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Fighting off a twinge of uncertainty, I reminded myself that "lunch chick" was better than chickwich any day, and E. and I stood up to leave...

Author: By Lauren E. Baer, | Title: Bring Home A Little Summer Lovin' | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

...stood where he dropped me off, in front of a golf course parking lot. I extended my thumb. After several false alarms from arriving golfers, a red hatchback running at full throttle flew by me, only inches from my hopeful digit. A hundred feet down the road, the vehicle lost speed and, with a jerk, spun around with a decisive U-turn. The car accelerated toward me and came to a halt in the unpaved parking lot. I jogged over to the driver's window and asked, "Raglan?" The kid driver with hair in his eyes gave...

Author: By Jonathan S. Paul, | Title: POSTCARD FROM NEW ZEALAND | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

Fighting off a twinge of uncertainty, I reminded myself that "lunch chick" was better than chickwich any day, and E. and I stood up to leave...

Author: By Lauren E. Baer, | Title: POSTCARD FROM THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

...million lawn ornament. Certainly, it's an impressive-looking thing; measuring nearly 400 ft. from its needly nose to its four stubby fins, it was designed on a scale more commonly associated with buildings than machines. The problem is, it's been decades since this particular machine actually stood to its full height. Instead, it has spent most of its life lying on its side in the withering Houston sun--beached, spent, a triumph less of engineering than of taxidermy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: They Asked For The Moon | 7/19/1999 | See Source »

...team at the neighborhood school. There she was in a bright gold mesh-and-Lycra uniform, shoes with cleats. Much of the time, it wasn't pretty; the kids all went where the ball was. They were sprinting, passing, lunging and kicking with abandon, just like the boys. I stood there amazed. A child I hardly recognized as my own hurled herself toward the goal, squealing like a maniac at the satisfaction of competing like the boys, and delighted at how much fun it was to get covered in mud without any consequences. I think it was then that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Why It Was More Than a Game | 7/19/1999 | See Source »

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