Word: winded
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...close to the Taliban, to come out of hiding in Pakistan and meet with the Americans. But days after Birqet and Noorzai got together in Kandahar, U.S. attack helicopters swooped in and bombarded Birqet's home, killing him and two of his grandchildren. The U.S. claimed it had got wind of a plot by Noorzai and Birqet to attack American forces. Noorzai says that report was erroneous. "He was an innocent man, a tribal leader who had come back to help," Noorzai says...
...with more sappy lyrics. Although not the strongest track on the album, “Where is Home” makes the cut with its chorus alone. Okereke’s falsetto is so haunting that returning to the verses is disappointing. The last several tracks on the album wind into a beautiful, mellow trance until the intense, Sigur Ros-like explosion near the end of final song “SXRT.” The outburst quickly fades, though, into eerily peaceful bells that float off like a wisp of smoke. Now the wait begins once more. Bloc Party...
...sleeves also reflect the butterfly kaftans that dominated parties in the early seventies where everyone had sex with everyone else’s husband and listened to Donna Summer while they did it. Pair this trend with something narrow in the bottom, or you will wind up looking like Miss Patty on Gilmore Girls.Mid-calf length Skirts.This length skirt makes pretty much everyone look dumpy and fat. I really have nothing more to say. Wear heels or be 5’10” to even attempt this.Cigarette PantsRemember how last year everyone and their mother wanted a pair...
...middle of December, winter came in earnest. A penetrating north wind swept the city with icy blasts. The window and door of my unheated cell rattled with each gust. I had on both my sweaters and a padded jacket, but still spasms of shivering shook my body. In the icy room, my breath made white, cloudy puffs, and I had to stamp my feet and rub my hands to bring blood to my toes and fingers. Something mysterious was happening outside. As winter turned to spring, I learned that Shanghai was in a constant state of upheaval...
...will take the handcuffs off.'' I looked at them all and said in a feeble voice, ''I've done nothing wrong. I have nothing to confess.'' The militant female guard tightened the handcuffs a few notches. Another guard said, ''Follow me!'' A blizzard was in full force. The wind nearly knocked me over when I stepped out of the interrogation building. The guard led me to a small building in a corner of the prison compound, unlocked a small door and said, ''Get in!'' The room was very dark. I waited for him to switch on the light...