Word: warms
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...name of the magazine to Obama Weekly. The timing and tone of your cover story on Obama's mother made your issue [Apr. 21] look more like a campaign p.r. piece than legitimate news story. Something tells me I shouldn't hold my breath waiting for soft-focus, warm-and-fuzzy cover stories about the mothers of Hillary Clinton and John McCain. Katherine Whan, Decatur...
...ever tasted. It was actually more like a roll-up. Or a wrap, perhaps, if you imagine the familiar thin tortilla-like casing replaced with extra fluffy crust-free white bread devoid of any hint of soggyness despite its precarious position spiraled perfectly around melted cheese and thin, warm ham. It was cut in half, placed on a platter of crispy, hand-cut, lightly salted potato chips and set in front of me in the bar room of the Hotel Majestic in Barcelona. It was the summer before my senior year and I was celebrating...
...more skin the better now that the weather’s warm again. Do pushups and situps. Guys, they should show the skin too. I’m sure the girls like that...
...moisture and heat in the air made the supple boughs wag. The tumultuous wind tore violently at her hair and thrust its cold cruel fingers through the laces of her bodice.Then came the rains, first in scattered drops that teased her skin with their heated lightness, then in a warm torrent that laved her arms and head and parted the shirt from her bosom and thrust its tongue into her bare-stript heart. She struggled, gasping, in the direction of the stables.When she came into the stable, she was thoroughly wet. She was unraveled.The mares and steeds were pawing restlessly...
...collector wants to meet my friend the art curator. My mother's birthday is today and we should make pot stickers to remember that she made them better. Take-out Chinese food arrives along with the first guest. The rooms fill slowly, then suddenly. The air grows warm with words. On cold nights, the partygoers borrow sweaters and wraps to stand outside on the deck. In autumn, they watch the moon rise and the island glow. Then someone is the first to leave. By midnight, the house is quiet, as if no one had ever come. But wait, there...