Word: talled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Lawrence followed the tracks deep into the desert to a low adobe house behind a big stand of sagebrush. "It hit my mind that gray sage don't grow that tall," he remembers. "I dropped to the ground and rolled under my truck with my gun. I figured I was about to get my head blowed off." The sagebrush was piled on top of more than a thousand pounds of marijuana. But the smugglers had gone to town for some sleep. Lawrence and a dozen agents were waiting when they got back...
...straight hours, eight helicopters, six naval vessels, and volunteer commercial ships ranged over 10,000 sq. mi., rescuing 136 sailors. When helicopters spotted survivors in the water, the choppers had to drop and rise like yo-yos, trying to get in synchronization with the giant waves. The boats' tall masts made it impossible to pluck yachtsmen from the decks. "The idea of jumping into those huge seas was appalling," said Frank Worley, a crewman on Camargue. In the end, we were all pushed in by the skipper...
...many people were murdered there that the vast parade of rocks bear the names of cities rather than individuals. Around the stones are stands of tall trees whose leaves moan endlessly in the wind...
...there?" (Snicker) "A lady wouldn't do that." (Dismissed); Rob, the awestruck and disoriented Midwestern roommate of the Death Poet, wandering about sadly, latching onto anyone who would listen, occasionally making conversation with the two calculator-addled physics jocks who haunted the stairs and discussed their SAT scores; the tall silent guy we nicknamed Frankenstein, stalking out at dusk, headed for God knew what, and returning at dawn...
...there?" (Snicker) "A lady wouldn't do that." (Dismissed); Rob, the awestruck and disoriented Midwestern roommate of the Death Poet, wandering about sadly, latching onto anyone who would listen, occasionally making conversation with the two calculator-addled physics jocks who haunted the stairs and discussed their SAT scores; the tall silent guy we nicknamed Frankenstein, stalking out at dusk, headed for God knew what, and returning at dawn...