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He'd landed the plane on a small airstrip in Connecticut and as soon as the aircraft had coasted to a stop, everyone had burst into chatter at the same moment.
" While Frank Miller has described the relationship between Batman and the Joker as a " homophobic nightmare ," he views the character as sublimating his sexual urges into crimefighting, concluding, " He'd be much healthier if he were gay.
' He'd shoot it into the corner again, only this time he cut across to the other side and picked it up over there.
He'd tune into the passages we were singing and lightly play the melody, sometimes in harmony.
He'd gotten into the oscillating resonances idea because he'd seen that any one type of molecule has differing absorptions at differing radiant frequencies and he was entirely persuaded that the only difference between one frequency and another is the frequency.
He'd foray back into singing only occasionally.
He'd take those skeleton outlines I had given him and turn them into classic little works of art that ended up being far cooler than I had any right to expect.

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He'd have to think, but the main thing, the imperative necessity, was to leave before Sam Bentley was up and about, and before Millie detained him with sympathy.
He'd been a reporter and a writer of screenplays before and after the war ; and one of his books documents the experiences of concentration camp survivors, several of whom cite the plaintiff as the source of their suffering.
Comparing Richards to Lemon, Bannister said, " He'd post the lineups 10 minutes before the game, and only then we'd find out who was playing and where.
Featured on the cover of the January 1981 issue of Contemporary Keyboard magazine ( a story that was reprinted in Contemporary Keyboards book on the greatest rock keyboardists ), DeYoung described many of his steps along the way through his keyboard-playing career: He'd never played an acoustic piano until the recording session for 1972's " Lady "; he recorded the track for 1979's " Babe " in a friend's basement on a Rhodes electric piano he'd never touched before ; the odd feeling of switching back to playing accordion for the song " Boat On The River " and discovering how small the keys felt to his fingers after years of playing electric organs and pianos.
He'd have to do something before we could consider him bad at it.
He'd then concocted a conspiracy to dethrone, degrade and divorce her, before she was ultimately condemned and killed.
He'd used the same method as Gwen used to kill Laurence only a few days before as a cover for her murder, so that everyone would assume the same person was guilty of both murders.
He'd resigned a week before it was finally ratified, and died in September.
He'd then present the pink bag of " Salt and Vinegar Samboy " chips, before immediately cycling off hastily, pulling a ' mono ' as he left.

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He'd even joined associations in Baxter's name, building an entire portfolio for the guy.

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He'd started a fire and put coffee on, and now was busy at the work board of his chuck wagon.
He'd put on his old brown corduroy coat and it was already soaked.
He'd shoot at anything if it was the rear end of a horse or his own sentry.
He'd spearheaded the Ace line, he was the originating editor-in-chief of the Avon paperback list in 1945, and I think he was hurt and took it personally.
He'd been sent by Pittsburgh's GM Branch Rickey to evaluate Clemente's teammate Joe Black, a pitcher Rickey himself had originally signed for the Dodgers and was now thinking of reacquiring for Pittsburgh.
He'd shoot from wingovers, zooms, and barrel rolls, and after a few passes the sleeve was ribbons.
Then it hit me: He'd been giving me all this bullshit about his wife and his two kids in London, when in fact he was gay, and he was makin ' a move on me!
Tim Finnegan lived in Walken streetA gentleman Irish, mighty oddHe had a brogue both rich and sweetAnd to rise in the world he carried a hodYou see he'd a sort of a tipplin ' wayWith a love for the liquor he was bornAnd to send him on his way each day, He'd a drop of the craythur every morn '
He'd consult the daily directory in the lobby and find a party — usually a Bar Mitzvah reception — and he would go up to the room and ask to speak to whoever was paying for the affair.
He'd play the record but he'd improvise over what Earl was doing ..... ' course, when you heard Art play you didn't hear nothing of anybody but Art.
He'd be out there squinting because he could see, at midnight, the moonlight and shadows, and that was his way of not seeing the weeds or imperfections that would plague him during the day ..." Talking of the tranquility he felt at Friar Park, Harrison once said: " Sometimes I feel like I'm actually on the wrong planet, and it's great when I'm in my garden.
He'd first learned of the revolution when he noticed the Securitate was no longer tailing him.
" He'd come and see where I was working, and he might say, ' Very nice, very nice.
He'd become friends with him by letting him think Tommy was gone on his behalf.
He'd end up doing all of that and I was the one that got squeezed out ; I was doing almost nothing.
He'd become a celebrity and was more interested in talking to Dag Hammarskjold and Adlai Stevenson.

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He'd engendered the civil war by violating his pledge to not interfere in religious matters in Sweden, nor to further the Catholic cause in Sweden.

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He'd be an idiot to let them stay he thought, but he couldn't send them on, either.
He'd come alone, without his wife and child.
He'd been in an angry mood: Conchita had thought his face almost ugly with the anger in him.
He'd told Hank Maguire and Luis Hernandez about his wife's refusal to come with him and about what he now intended to do.
He'd hoped to catch Jesse Macklin there.
He'd mounted up immediately and raced with a revolver ready toward the spot from which he'd estimated the shot had come.
He'd grin.
He'd come East for the christening, by God he would.
He'd not care about getting waked so he could give up some of his whisky to a slit of a kid and maybe lose one of his hiding places in the bargain.
( He'd get the engine oil flowing with an electric heater under a big canvas cover.
He'd have to start going to some of the other places again.
He'd been there several times, back when, while he and Radic had been friends, or at least not enemies.
He'd mentioned it, himself, at church and everybody seemed to have the idea that Tolley had left because Jenny had jilted him for Roy Robards.
He'd had no idea how unhappy his sweet peach had been.
He'd tell Sabella about the nightmare.
He'd just admitted it to me.
He'd not only told me so, he'd proved it.

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