Word: throwed
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Bell reasons that what those boys are alleged to have done may not necessarily be so abnormal. "This could have been some real innocent stuff. Kids throw rocks all the time. But the other issue is these kids could have been in a youthful predatory mode; kids who have been preyed upon before, victimized before, sometimes act that behavior out," he says. Of their apparent sexual assault on Harris, he says, "Kids at the age of seven and eight are forever doing little kinky, polymorphously perverse things--voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross dressing, anal and oral experimentation...
...there are less than saintly stories about one of the young suspects. Archildress Byrd, a neighbor, describes R., known for his neatly cornrowed hair, as a terror to other kids in the community, an intimidating force who always wanted his way. "He'd throw bricks and stuff at people," Byrd says. "I just walk past him 'cause he was just too bad." Says another: "R.'s been around adults all his life. If you heard him over the radio, you'd think he's a man. He has a real bad mouth." Neighbors told TIME that R. is a gang...
What's next for Glamour is unclear. Fuller says she's not yet sure what she'll do but knows that she won't "throw everything out." Does she consider herself a journalist? Indeed. Says she: "I have a nose for news...
...knew back in 1974 was odd and not very congenial. In excerpts from At Home in the World in September's Vanity Fair, we learn that Salinger was a picky eater who didn't like his food cooked at more than 150[degrees]F, who made himself throw up after he ate junk food and encouraged Maynard to do likewise. He wore a blue jumpsuit every day to write and meditate. And he enjoyed American sitcoms like The Andy Griffith Show. "The worse the television--the more American--the more I love it," he told Maynard. If he's really...
...newfound contentment springs not from all the things that have gone right, but from the realization that I will not figure out the meaning of my life this summer and may not for a while. This is a piece of uncertainty I have to throw into my back-pack and carry to work with me every morning, but I'm starting to finally accept it. All the things that I have done right recently feel amazingly good. But the hope that they can get better--and that I can make them better--is more than enough...