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Perhaps, she says wanly, your boss gives you extra energy through making you angry and whiny.
As soon as she could walk she wandered away, preferably into warm spring rain.
Thus, they see the sun rise later and set earlier than it does for a horizon without obstruction, she said.
She is encouraged to talk about any symptoms of her pregnancy, even common ones she is not experiencing.
She bought the electric drill to get a tidier household.
She began by creating a private sanctuary at the back of the property, off the existing studio.
Drago on paid leave, she said, as soon as she had learned of the complaints against him.
She promoted the benefits of fresh air, tea, homeopathy and a good joke.
She also found out where they had placed torpedoes, or barrels filled with gunpowder, in the water.
She was much more organized and structured and much more of a technician.
There have been plenty of drones, so she shouldn't have any trouble getting mated.
She turns the wheels with gestures that are part of the dance.
She was so shocked by the comment, she says, that she didn't know how to respond.
She has a wealth of experience in both the legislative and the executive branch.
Some of her best ideas come when she's in the shower, so she keeps a waxed pencil there and writes on the walls.
The cynical, irritated me feels she knows the answer to these questions.
She and her colleagues have been testing the bonobos' ability to express their thoughts vocally, rather than by pushing buttons.
Put them together with imagination, she adds, and you've got art.
She doesn't, she says, but she also wouldn't give up her memory for anything.
In the first place, the photographs she makes don't sell.
She had said she was going to check on one of the leads when she got home from the faculty meeting.
She wore a large fuzzy hat, and kept nodding slowly.
Within months, she had enough material to record her own album.
Whether she perished in the flood or before the flood is unknown.
She was readying it for an edible garden tour so it was at its full glory.
She watched student employees struggle with the diversity at the radio station.
She worries she doesn't know how to live without him.
Her speed builds, and within seconds she reaches full sprint.
She taught calligraphy and still displays a fine italic hand.
Her sculptures have drawn crowds to gallery shows, and she is in demand as a lecturer.
The next spring, she spreads another inch of compost.
She dreams of growing bigger, but no matter what she does she remains her teeny cup-size.
She did a great job of killing any romance people might have once had about the place.
She hails from a long line of dancers-she's the seventh generation-and her three daughters followed suit.
She lets the bees pretty much manage themselves, and says that they do pretty well.
She did not really understand what was going on, so she did as she was told.
That's exactly what a wild red fox did when she was play-boxing with another fox.
She walks over to her usual group but when she tries to talk to any of them, their responses are abrupt and unfriendly.
Pretending to flirt, she says it's her first time visiting the statue.
But she learned fast, thanks to a team of experts who brought the project to fruition.
She carried a toy frog over to her water bowl, and gently put it down as pictured.
She went on to test hundreds of volunteers with a host of chemicals found in food.
For both, she dropped the trimmed cardoons into a generous amount of boiling water.
Now she was sure she'd come across something truly sensational, but there was an incoming tide on the horizon.
She then donned a pair of green spectacles and a top hat.
It's a bold cook who's willing to admit he or she likes to mix a packet of onion soup into a tub of sour cream for party dip.
She had to thaw her ink on the cabin stove to write, and she wrote delightfully.
She even picked one up and began playing with its tongue.
She regularly trims back any plants that wander too far into the path.
For instant makeovers, she stocks quick-change accessories, from lampshades and ottomans to pillows and pottery.
She slightly tugs on the leash, but it is better than before.
She set each pot on its side, steadying it with four rolled towels.
She now lectures around the world arguing for the preservation of natural resources.
Also, she was making a peculiar stiff-necked side-to-side motion with her head.
She remembers world events and trips to the grocery store, the weather and her emotions.
She installed sheets of plywood over the fence, sealed the spaces between them with wood putty, then painted on a primer.
She drills through the epidermis, then through a thin layer of fat, then into the network of blood-filled micro-capillaries.
Then she added a rattan chair and table, a water bowl, and garden art.
As it grew, she began to train it into a tree shape.
She found herself spending more and more time in the garden and, finally, walked away from her career.
She brought in two large containers full of tropical plants.
She covered the walls with rich shades of flat exterior latex paint.
She will not consider being picked up, and she's one of the last to cluster around you when you bring them food.
She sometimes lets her runners choose the number of laps they do by lottery.
She's eating and drinking, and yesterday, she laid an egg.
She had a stroke that started all of it, but at first she still seemed to have her faculties.
She had to decide between the comfort of a staff news job and the unknown of freelance photography.
She will bring her laptop to the table, eat quickly and then go online while the rest of us are still eating.
She produced it, she said, in a delirium of pleasure.
She looked dazed as her hands were cuffed and she was put into a squad car.
She is also notorious for her overbearing perfectionism.
She looked so beautiful when flying as the wings were wide open and it showcased all of her beautiful colors.
Yet some of the jobs she held were by any standards worthwhile.
She had so much more to write, to read and do that she could not bear to let go.
She even said in the article that she had grown up with a teacher father and understood the standard process.
Since she had never before held elected office, nobody could be sure what kind of president she would turn out to be.
The human spine is one of the strongest arguments against intelligent design, and she is right.
She started with white walls and sisal rugs for a calm backdrop.
She says it will be another few months before a prototype can be safely tested in the air.
She met many photographers, filmmakers, and other artists living there.
She named all her kids after biblical names and said she s not worried about how support them.
She fertilizes with composted steer manure and alfalfa pellets.
She couldn't understand why more scientists were not investigating how and why ocean organisms produce light.
She was once an obscure mail carrier, her workaday existence nothing to write home about.
If she follows form, she will present several pieces that have yet to be written.
She lost that first race, but gained the confidence that she needed to compete.
She's sitting up in her bed with blood streaming down her face and pooled in her hands.
As she comes to life, she thinks about school and the day ahead.
She huddled warily, her tufted, pointy ears trained toward any sound that would reveal what awaited her.
She would tell me how he stayed with them in the old wooden house in the small town where they lived.
She didn't seem to have a physical fear of vehicles.
She didn't know this until she was stung and it swelled to a quite large size.
For years she had been working for this moment, waiting for it, but now she was overwhelmed.
Higher education, she wrote, is not about delivering a commodity-a university degree-but about fostering public good.
The night she stands before an audience once again, she will share some advice on applying to college.
She didn't even know what she was doing, and even now is denying the harm she might have done to a marriage.
She sits forever on the potty and will cry to get a diaper so she can go in it instead.
He was obviously out of control, accusing her of misplacing a page of an original manuscript that she had been typing for him.
She types out a reply to his text and falls back to sleep.
She cannot raise herself up enough to get to the phone, so goes back down to the floor, calling for help for hours.
Could she have a makeup if that happened, she wanted to know.
She looks up with a smile from her laptop and speech-therapy textbook to summon a visitor into her room.
She uses every opportunity to make negative comments about my work to me or others.
She also covers other areas of higher-education management, including endowments.
Two years ago, one of my students came to my office and told me that she wanted to major in psychology.
She may have reacted too little and too late to the euro crisis but she is trying to make up for that now.
He is not prepared, she says, to make the concessions that peace would entail.
Once they left home, she got a degree in educational psychology.
She was disciplined, but at the same time a free spirit.
She seems unflustered by the tempests raging around her.
She directed in her will that her ashes should be scattered in a secret place among the hills.
She certainly had courage galore, as well as the gift of impressing foreigners, who often rallied to her in times of need.
She was never a party member and did not, overtly, commit any crimes.
She never held an academic post, but lectured widely, wrote a dozen books and produced three of the county surveys of place names.
Now she's getting books and readers together online.
She began regaling me with descriptions of her expanding lingerie collection.
She has earned a college degree and holds a job as a recreational therapist in a retirement community.
Once she has the focus where she likes it, she closes the back and triggers the shutter with a cable release.
She is still bound because she has in the past left the solution of the problem to him.
She survived him four years, shutting herself up in a monastery of nuns, which she built and governed.
She never laid herself down to rest till quite overcome with sleep.
She gasped at him for a moment, and remembered the two sovereigns.
She borrowed them in various directions so energetically that she swallowed them all within two months.
She seemed even to become more humble than before, and more tender of the poor.
She cares not to unbind her hair, but tears it wildly.
She was first baptized, for she had been brought up an idolater.
She poured the dregs of a beer-jug over them, but they blazed up the brighter.
She seemed in no hurry to have them come, for her patience was equalled by her confidence.
Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.
She did it all, all of the housework and received each week her eight cents for her wage.
She had been left a large fertile farm when her father died.
If she were to pick only one jelly bean from a pack, it would probably be green.
As you say, she was so prolific and her works garnered a lot of attention.
She became a connoisseur of sounds: bats clicking, katydids scraping and frogs croaking.
She's an unlikely figure to play this part in art history.
She studied ancient archives, census records, old newspapers.
She gracefully listens, empathizes and addresses their concerns.
She needed to continue her photography, but couldn't focus on her work or bring herself to go back into the darkroom.
From the moment she stepped off the plane, she found herself in a place that was dark and unfamiliar.
Something about the way she looked at him suggested toughness.
The list is made up of people and groups she has personally, by name, gone after in the press.
She stared at her palm closely, with her head on one side.
She is no demimondaine, and she wants to be reasonably intact on her wedding night.
She moved in a stronger and more agile way, she laughed more, and her face glowed with sun.
She didn't want him to stray, to find his adventure elsewhere.
What she had in mind was a vacation, pure and simple.
She wears her steel-gray hair pulled back in a straggly bun.
She held them off, without sounding nobly grief-stricken or unnaturally cheerful or absent-minded or confused.
Then, without warning, she abandoned her chair for the carpet and began addressing the dogs themselves from her knees.
She would stand in doorways trying to figure out where she was going.
She had a few tutors, but mostly she educated herself.
She had never forgiven our parents for not being rich enough to send her to school.
But she had a lusciously capable voice, a unique sense of melody, and a percussive style at the piano-her main accompaniment.
She had felt as if she were standing on a high, narrow ledge while they shouted at her not to jump.
But maybe that's because her family doesn't quite understand why she's in the acting business in the first place.
She helped make pants and shoulder pads much more acceptable and chic.
She sighs and reaches into the pot of water in the sink.
She stopped cutting long enough to lift her arm to her eyes in a tragic pose.
She tried to remember whether she was speaking to him or not.
She was admitted to law school after graduation, but she wasn't sure she really wanted to be a lawyer, and she deferred twice.
Shelly had discovered it one night when the band she belonged to then had played at an impromptu concert there.
She had reached the age of eighty and, despite constant social pressure, insisted on not splitting.
She paired the bargain finds with high-end partners, such as standard tiles with expensive faucets, to get the look she wanted.
She knew she could create a traffic-stopping tapestry of plants that would survive on half the water.
They set the mood and create the magic, she believes.
After completing the design and allowing the caulking to dry, she applied tile grout and left it to dry overnight.
Ever since she got it, the bench has rarely been idle.
Her house is so small, she says, that her comfortably furnished outdoor nooks add to her living space.
It was expensive to maintain and took up too much of the yard, she says, not allowing enough space for gardening.
Thanks heaven she finally got around to it: the results are wonderful.
But eventually she longed to branch out, using other kinds of plants.
The lighting is also on dimmers so it can be brought down even lower if that's the mood you want to create, she says.
She rode her bicycle to the census site and spent as much of her weekends as possible mapping the birds' locations by their calls.
She will wear make-up whenever she can get away with it, and embraces skirts and heels and pantyhose.
She changed the amount of vacuum in the test environment and took various measurements.
They stung as she set up the honey boxes and stung as she took them off.
Typically she would feel nauseated before an oncoming seizure, then lose consciousness.
Because she knows how to three-color the graph, she does so with the first copy.
She told her doctor that she worried excessively and that she felt overwhelmed by these thoughts.
As many people would, she took a pack of frozen vegetables, wrapped it in a towel and applied it to the achy area.
She deliberately sought, and got, the widest possible reach.
She is awake yet apparently unaware of anything going on in the hospital room around her.
She began earning money for her work, which greatly increased the amount she could contribute to the group.
Easy sleep is a distant memory now that she must contend with tens of pounds of extra girth.
When tracing the mutation back, she found that it emerged simultaneously with early agriculture.
Not surprisingly, she found that exposure to rudeness created stress for both partner and family.
She struggled with arthritis and had other mobility problems, but by and large, she took care of herself.
But in high school she decided that music was a better hobby than lifetime pursuit.
She decided to leave her job and begin new ventures.
Show a smoker a lighter, and he or she will get the urge for a cigarette.
Despite having inserted fresh batteries and tested the tape recorder before the interview, she couldn't get the machine to work.
She calculates that this system, which she says is simple enough for an eight-year old to make, can produce cheap power.
She develops ways to manipulate digital images, both inside the camera and on computers.
Now a maverick geneticist says she may have the answer.
As she locked eyes with it, the mountain lion moved forward, descending the shrubby bank and heading straight toward her.
She turned her face toward me, her eyes still closed.
Today she channels her enthusiasm into spreading the word that science is something anyone can do.
She had given birth before epidurals were fashionable.
She'd had a hole pushed through her navel for a tubal ligation.
She can't change that, but she can move parts of her body.
She said she had, adding that it had been there for several months.
She welcomed me, the left corner of her mouth lifting into a half-smile.
She explained that she doesn't think in terms of formulas or words, but mostly in pictures.
The patient, of course, was miffed that she paid for lab work for the doctor to learn what she already knew.
She brushes salt around the tip of my tongue, going from my right no-taste side to my left tasting side.
She couldn't remember the last time she had seen a doctor.
She pressed play on a tape recorder and the sound of traffic blared out of the little speakers.
She then confirmed her figures against published material on differential gut measurements in various primates.
Then she began rummaging around in the refrigerator.
She puttered around and someone mistook her for an employee.
She was pregnant in this photo, though she didn't know it yet.
She's not making chicken soup, she's making chicken essence.
She broke it down for us, explained the regions, and her meticulous recipes are so reliable.
When she started to burn out and didn't have the capital to renovate, she began showing the restaurant to prospective buyers.
We didn't know it then, but she had cracked her kneecap.
She caught sight of the mad dog, which by that time was on the steps, and promptly fainted.
She hopped up and down, softly fluttering her wings, again and again.
She was smiling and seemed to think that this was a celebration.
She was given two nightingales as a souvenir of the occasion.
She had every reason not to, and no one pressed her in the ways she might have been pressed.
She thought of herself as a goddess, in possession of a great strength that would allow her to achieve anything she wanted.
She may have been both more offended by similar remarks and more intimidated by them.
She was wearing an immensely dramatic flowing red dress.
She can also comfort herself that although blood may flow, it will not be all that copious and it will not be red.
Puffs of dust rose under her bare feet as she hurried.
As an emcee, she probably should stick to the singing.
Fifty years after the fact, she earned pop-cultural icon status.
She also requested that the state attorney general conduct his own investigation alongside the legislature's probe.
She endures excruciating plastic surgery in an endless search for self-recognition.
She did say she wished they were able to sightsee a little bit more, but their schedule was so packed.
She was three months behind on payments for her beat-up car.
She says she returned to the house only once, to get her toothbrush from the bathroom.
She's deglamorized here-this is a film that puts her in hair curlers.
She visited me a hundred times and never took more than one drink, scotch and water, before lunch.
She had surgery the following month, supposedly to remove excess polyps so that she could breathe more easily.
She sleeps with a lot of guys, she drinks a lot, she's unemployed.
She dealt gracefully with the complicated issues of her parentage.
She must have been warm and friendly, though also serious and firm.
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