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the-new-haitian-baseball-cant-weigh-more-than-four-ounces-less-than-five-jerry-coleman
for-dinner-i-had-20-ounces-coffee-5-kraft-singles-am-i-going-to-die-judy-greer
a-wendys-vanilla-frosty-tastes-much-better-when-you-add-few-ounces-kahle-to-it-brenda-priddy
the-only-weight-i-ever-lifted-weighed-24-ounces-it-was-schlitz-i-always-replaced-my-fluids-art-donovan
and-heres-zivojinovic-six-foot-six-inches-tall-fourteen-pounds-ten-ounces-dan-maskell
my-book-is-light-read-seriously-it-probably-weighs-333-ounces-thats-pretty-impressive-considering-its-ebook-jarod-kintz
i-dont-understand-why-40-is-quarter-beer-when-40-is-40-ounces-its-time-to-embrace-metric-system-greg-gutfeld
passion-manners-80-ounces-beer-will-win-heart-any-woman-and-if-it-doesnt-youll-be-too-hammered-to-remember-christopher-titus
this-is-what-books-should-do-carry-person-not-be-carried-by-him-take-day-off-his-back-not-add-its-own-ounces-paper-to-his-vertebrae-erri-de-luca
with-each-beat-heart-pumps-nearly-three-ounces-blood-into-arteriesseventyfive-to-ninety-gallons-hour-when-body-is-at-rest-ariel-gore
i-think-ebooks-are-terrific-in-their-own-right-i-love-being-able-to-get-on-plane-basically-carry-around-seven-books-it-weigh-10-ounces-james-patterson
when-man-sells-eleven-ounces-for-twelve-he-makes-compact-with-devil-sells-himself-for-value-ounce-henry-ward-beecher
when-you-sell-man-book-you-dont-sell-him-12-ounces-paper-ink-glue-you-sell-him-whole-new-life
when-you-sell-man-book-you-dont-sell-him-just-12-ounces-paper-ink-glue-you-sell-him-whole-new-life-christopher-morley
when-you-sell-man-book-you-dont-sell-him-just-12-ounces-paper-ink-glueyou-sell-him-whole-new-life-christopher-morley
the-dollar-isnt-worth-its-weight-in-gold-and-the-pound-isnt-worth-its-weight-in-ounces
the-dollar-isnt-worth-its-weight-in-gold-pound-isnt-worth-its-weight-in-ounces-jarod-kintz
Shukhov had been told that this old man'd been in camps and prisons more years than you could count and had never come under any amnesty. When one ten-year stretch was over they slapped on another. Shukhov took a good look at him close up. In the camp you could pick him out among all the men with their bent backs because he was straight as a ramrod. When he sat at the table it looked like he was sitting on something to raise himself up higher. There hadn't been anything to shave off his head for a long time-he'd lost all his hair because of the good life. His eyes didn't shift around the mess hall all the time to see what was going on, and he was staring over Shukhov's head and looking at something nobody else could see. He ate his thin gruel with a worn old wooden spoon, and he took his time. He didn't bend down low over the bowl like all the others did, but brought the spoon up to his mouth. He didn't have a single tooth either top or bottom-he chewed the bread with his hard gums like they were teeth. His face was all worn-out but not like a goner's-it was dark and looked like it had been hewed out of stone. And you could tell from his big rough hands with the dirt worked in them he hadn't spent many of his long years doing any of the soft jobs. You could see his mind was set on one thing-never to give in. He didn't put his eight ounces of bread in all the filth on the table like everybody else but laid it on a clean little piece of rag that'd been washed over and over again.

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
mathematicians-still-dont-understand-ball-our-hands-made-how-your-electrocuted-grandparents-made-it-possible-for-you-to-light-my-cigarettes-with-your-eyes-it-isnt-as-simple-as-me