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if-this-bar-is-a-meat-market-you-must-be-the-prime-rib
i-think-i-had-about-month-off-when-i-broke-my-rib-in-australia-which-was-magnificent
were-all-artists-its-just-most-people-keep-their-inner-artist-locked-behind-their-rib-cage-jarod-kintz
i-believe-books-should-be-like-prime-rib-steak-good-thick-ea-bucchianeri
too-often-you-see-someone-fall-break-rib-go-in-to-doctor-discover-tumor
i-would-describe-myself-as-guy-thats-normal-but-has-tendency-to-rib-people-but-never-in-meanspirited-way-don-rickles
im-sorry-are-you-okay-shahara-other-than-fact-that-i-feel-like-my-rib-just-punctured-lung-sure-im-all-right-syn-sherrilyn-kenyon
in-beginning-was-dog-real-name-jehovah-is-rover-adams-rib-is-buried-in-garden-john-hegley
i-had-snowboarding-accident-i-fell-off-horse-ive-had-concussion-fractured-rib-i-walk-into-walls-im-always-bruised-up-mila-kunis
it-was-hell-toughest-thing-in-my-life-my-rib-was-cracked-open-i-could-not-play-basketball-i-could-not-do-anything-by-myself-for-months-ronny-turiaf
god-then-made-first-woman-not-directly-out-his-own-substance-but-from-adams-rib-her-purpose-was-to-serve-man-frederick-lenz
he-said-that-he-felt-that-there-was-book-hidden-between-us-some-small-thing-lodged-between-rib-summer-he-wanted-to-find-it-mikl-paul
i-have-huge-rib-cage-which-is-why-i-can-hold-note-out-until-im-blue-in-face-because-i-have-such-big-lung-capacity-jessica-simpson
the-chili-rubbed-rib-eye-at-porter-house-new-york-is-one-best-steaks-that-ive-eaten-anywhere-in-world
i-always-thought-filet-mignon-was-steak-to-beat-but-fat-content-in-rib-eye-is-fantastic
my-mother-cooked-her-last-christmas-standing-rib-roast-in-1987-died-few-weeks-afterward
i-have-been-there-i-have-seen-these-totally-formed-babies-as-early-as-ten-weekswith-leg-missing-with-their-head-off-i-have-seen-little-rib-cages-deborah-priya-henry
a-good-book-ought-to-have-something-simple-about-it-and-like-eve-it-ought-to-come-from-somewhere-near-third-rib-there-ought-to-be-heart-beating-in-it-a-story-thats-all-forehead-d
im-not-saying-eating-babies-should-be-legal-but-when-theyre-delicious-whats-harm-in-it-i-dont-know-what-tastes-better-their-innocence-their-gooey-zach-braff
women-were-created-from-rib-man-to-be-beside-him-not-from-his-head-to-top-him-nor-from-his-feet-to-be-trampled-by-him-but-from-under-his-arm-to-be-protected-by-him-near-to-his-he
its-okay-i-said-soothingly-youre-just-getting-your-stride-back-once-youre-up-to-full-power-ill-go-crack-rib-something-we-can-test-it-she-groaned-the-horrible-part-is-that-i-dont-
love-is-most-precious-gift-you-could-ever-possibly-hope-to-steal-some-women-foolishly-do-not-leave-their-rib-cages-locked-at-night-jarod-kintz
it-had-been-longest-time-since-she-had-had-ribscraping-laugh-she-had-forgotten-how-deep-down-it-could-be-so-different-from-miscellaneous-giggles-smiles-she-had-learned-to-be-cont
have-you-ever-thought-about-what-protects-our-heartsjust-cage-rib-bones-other-various-partsso-its-fairly-simple-to-cut-right-through-messand-to-ingrid-michaelson
sometimes-i-struggle-sometimes-i-falter-sometimes-i-live-in-gray-but-always-i-remember-yarrow-youve-grown-in-spaces-my-rib-cage-i-now-love-with-roses-from-my-heart-with-lilacs-fr
you-know-not-everybody-can-afford-to-pay-58-for-prime-rib-650-for-bottle-wine-my-friends-i-cook-for-regular-families-who-worry-about-feeding-their-paula-deen
you-see-dear-it-is-not-true-that-woman-was-made-from-mans-rib-she-was-really-made-from-his-funny-bone
you-see-dear-it-is-not-true-that-woman-was-made-from-mans-rib-she-was-made-from-his-funny-bone-james-m-barrie
i-always-rib-people-but-nobody-ever-gives-me-hard-time-i-dont-know-why-maybe-theyre-afraid-what-i-might-say-theres-probably-lesson-in-that-don-rickles
then-lord-god-made-woman-from-rib-he-had-taken-out-man-he-brought-her-to-man-genesis-222
and-the-rib-which-the-lord-god-had-taken-from-man-made-he-a-woman-and-brought-her-unto-the-man
funny-enough-ive-been-struggling-little-bit-with-sore-rib-everybodys-got-sore-ribs-this-week-retief-goosen
god-didnt-make-eve-from-adams-rib-he-took-out-half-adams-brain-by-accident-shirley-jump
it-was-god-who-gave-mans-rib-to-woman-but-it-is-man-who-must-learn-to-give-away-his-heart-never-take-it-back-richelle-e-goodrich
doing-that-hunt-scene-was-really-quite-demanding-i-actually-broke-rib-during-that-scene-and-then-all-scenes-after-that-became-quite-challenging-just-breathing-laughing
when-pakistan-was-carved-out-indias-rib-in-1947-it-was-assumed-by-some-that-bollywoods-muslim-stars-would-defect-to-new-state-thus-boost-lahore-film-industry-but-lollywood-did-no
i-wished-to-no-longer-hear-grayed-bones-crunching-underneath-brush-feel-now-inexorable-fear-that-seemed-to-work-its-way-inside-my-rib-cage-rocking-me-at-my-core-anna-carey
he-tried-not-to-hug-her-too-hard-even-though-she-was-kind-hugging-him-too-hard-in-fact-she-was-pretty-much-crushing-his-rib-cage-he-didnt-mind-though-cassandra-clare
fridays-we-do-prime-rib-dinner-saturday-we-do-grilled-razor-clams-oysters-dinner-everyone-seems-to-love-those-theyve-been-big-hit-colleen-stogsdill
talking-to-therapist-i-thought-was-like-taking-your-clothes-off-then-taking-your-skin-off-then-having-other-person-say-would-you-mind-opening-up-your-rib-cage-that-we-can-start-j
humility-is-like-tree-whose-root-when-it-sets-deepest-in-earth-rises-higher-spreads-fairer-stands-surer-lasts-longer-every-step-its-descent-is-jeremy-taylor
since-i-love-to-smoke-i-thought-it-was-joke-tried-to-hang-myselfand-i-fell-free-from-rope-broke-my-both-my-arms-my-neck-smashed-my-femur-got-up-cage
a-strange-terrific-force-unlike-anything-ive-ever-experienced-is-sprouting-in-my-heart-taking-root-there-growing-shut-up-behind-my-rib-cage-my-warm-heart-expands-contracts-indepe
i-think-quietness-julians-voice-as-he-said-i-love-you-steadiness-his-rib-cage-rising-falling-against-my-back-as-we-sleep-i-love-you-julian-but-words-dont-come-lauren-oliver
cages-are-good-my-heart-is-in-my-rib-cage-love-is-in-my-heart-we-should-put-more-things-in-cages-like-politicians-jarod-kintz
flowers-are-fastest-way-to-womans-heart-well-actually-fastest-way-is-through-her-rib-cage-but-flowers-are-lot-less-messy-eddie-murphy
Do you love me, Westley? Is that it?' He couldn't believe it. 'Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. If your love were-' 'I don't understand the first one yet, ' Buttercup interrupted. She was starting to get very excited now. 'Let me get this straight. Are you saying my love is the size of a grain of sand and yours is this other thing? Images just confuse me so-is this universal business of yours bigger than my sand? Help me, Westley. I have the feeling we're on the verge of something just terribly important.' 'I have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I have taught myself languages because of you. I have made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I have lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction. I have not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not send my heart careening against my rib cage. I have not known a night when your visage did not accompany me to sleep. There has not been a morning when you did not flutter behind my waking eyelids... Is any of this getting through to you, Buttercup, or do you want me to go on for a while?' 'Never stop.' 'There has not been-' 'If you're teasing me, Westley, I'm just going to kill you.' 'How can you even dream I might be teasing?' 'Well, you haven't once said you loved me.' 'That's all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.' 'You are teasing now; aren't you?' 'A little maybe; I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said 'Farm boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong. 'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard, and you never heard.

William Goldman
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arms-still-crossed-lindsays-clogs-tapped-on-sidewalk-so-sam-didnt-tell-you-i-was-desperate-orphan-child-with-no-life-outside-work-this-isnt-some-kind-intervention-some-lame-attem
arms-still-crossed-lindsays-clogs-tapped-on-sidewalk-so-sam-didnt-tell-you-i-was-desperate-orphan-child-with-no-life-outside-work-this-isnt-some-kind-intervention-some-kind-lame-
Every few months or so at home, Pops had to have Taiwanese 'Mian. Not the Dan-Dan Mian you get at Szechuan restaurants or in Fuchsia Dunlop's book, but Taiwanese Dan-Dan. The trademark of ours is the use of clear pork bone stock, sesame paste, and crushed peanuts on top. You can add chili oil if you want, but I take it clean because when done right, you taste the essence of pork and the bitterness of sesame paste; the texture is somewhere between soup and ragout. Creamy, smooth, and still soupy. A little za cai (pickled radish) on top, chopped scallions, and you're done. I realized that day, it's the simple things in life. It's not about a twelve-course tasting of unfamiliar ingredients or mass-produced water-added rib-chicken genetically modified monstrosity of meat that makes me feel alive. It's getting a bowl of food that doesn't have an agenda. The ingredients are the ingredients because they work and nothing more. These noodles were transcendent not because he used the best produce or protein or because it was locally sourced, but because he worked his dish. You can't buy a championship. Did this old man invent Dan-Dan Mian? No. But did he perfect it with techniques and standards never before seen? Absolutely. He took a dish people were making in homes, made it better than anyone else, put it on front street, and established a standard. That's professional cooking. To take something that already speaks to us, do it at the highest level, and force everyone else to step up, too. Food at its best uplifts the whole community, makes everyone rise to its standard. That's what that Dan-Dan Mian did. If I had the honor of cooking my father's last meal, I wouldn't think twice. Dan-Dan Mian with a bullet, no question.

Eddie Huang
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The profilers' plan to coax me out of the woods resembled a comedy skit. During their search of my Cane Creek trailer, the feds had found dozens of books on the Civil War. And interviews with my friends confirmed that I was a bona fide Civil War buff. The profilers looked at all this Civil War 'stimuli' and concluded that my hiding in the mountains was a form of role-playing. Starring in my own Civil War fantasy, I was a lone rebel fighting for the Lost Cause, and the task force was a Yankee army out to capture me. To talk On August 16, the task force pulled out of the woods while Bo and his rebels went in. They had to look the part, so the FBI profilers dressed them in white hats with the word 'REBEL' stenciled in red letters across the front; and around their neck each rebel wore a Confederate flag bandanna.me into surrendering, they needed some of my rebel comrades to convince me that the war was over and it was time to lay down my arms. Colonel Gritz and his crew were assigned the role of my rebel comrades. They were there to 'rescue' me from the Yankee horde. Bo's band of rebels pitched camp down in Tusquitee, north of the town of Hayesville. Beginning at Bob Allison Campground - the place where I'd abandoned Nordmann's truck - they worked their way west into the Tusquitee Mountains. They walked the trails, blowing whistles and yelling 'Eric, we're here with Bo Gritz to save you.' They searched for a week. I lost it when I heard on the radio that the profilers had dressed Gritz's clowns in 'REBEL' hats and Confederate flag bandannas. I laughed so hard I think I broke a rib.

Eric Rudolph
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I want to move my hands, but they're fused to his rib cage. I feel his lung span, his heartbeat, his very life force wrapped in these flimsy bars of bone. So fragile yet so solid. Like a brick wall with wet mortar. A juxtaposition of hard and soft. He inhales again. 'Jayme, ' he says my name with a mix of sigh and inquiry. I open my eyes and peer into his flushed face. Roses have bloomed on his ruddy cheeks and he looks as though he's raced the wind. 'Mm?' I reply. My mind is full of babble, I'm so high. 'Jayme, ' he's insistent, almost pleading. 'What are you?' Instantaneous is the cold alarm that douses the flames still dancing in my heart. I feel the nervousness that whispers through me like a cool breeze in the leaves. 'What do you mean?' I ask, the disquiet wringing the strength from my voice. 'It doesn't hurt anymore, ' he explains, inhaling deeply. I feel the line of a frown between my brows. Gingerly, I lift the hem of his shirt. And as sure as I am that the world is round and that the sky is, indeed, blue the bruises and welts on his torso have faded to nothingness, the golden tan of his skin is sun-kissed perfection. Panic has me frozen as I stare. 'I don't understand, ' I whisper. He looks down at his exposed abdomen. 'I think you healed me.' He says it so simply, but my mind takes his words and scatters them like ashes. I feel like I'm waking from a coma and I have amnesia and everyone speaks Chinese. I can't speak. If I had the strength to, I wouldn't have the words. I feel the panic flood into me and fear spiked adrenaline courses through me, I shove him. Hard. Eyes wide with shock, he stumbles back a few steps. A few steps is all I need. Fight or flight instinct taking root, I fight to flee. The space between us gives me enough room to slide out from between him and the car. He shouts my name. It's too late. I'm running a fast as my lithe legs will carry me. My Converse pound the sidewalk and I hear the roar of his engine. It's still too late. I grew up here and I'm ten blocks from home. No newbie could track me in my own neighborhood. In my town. Not with my determination to put as much distance as I can between me and the boy who scares the shit out of me. Not when I've scared the shit out of myself. I run. I run and I don't stop.

A.D. Evans
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Adelia began to get cross. Why was it women who were to blame for everything-everything, from the Fall of Man to these blasted hedges? 'We are not in a labyrinth, my lord, ' she said clearly. 'Where are we, then?' 'It's a maze.' 'Same difference.' Puffing at the horse: 'Get back, you great cow.' 'No, it isn't. A labyrinth has only one path and you merely have to follow it. It's a symbol of life or, rather, of life and death. Labyrinths twist and turn, but they have a beginning and an end, through darkness into light.' Softening, and hoping that he would, too, she added, 'Like Ariadne's. Rather beautiful, really.' 'I don't want mythology, mistress, beautiful or not, I want to get to that sodding tower. What's a maze when it's at home?' 'It's a trick. A trick to confuse. To amaze.' 'And I suppose Mistress Clever-boots knows how to get us out?' 'I do, actually.' God's rib, he was sneering at her, sneering. She'd a mind to stay where she was and let him sweat. 'Then in the name of Christ, do it.' 'Stop bellowing at me, ' she yelled at him. 'You're bellowing.' She saw his teeth grit in the pretense of a placatory smile; he always had good teeth. Still did. Between them, he said, 'The Bishop of Saint Albans presents his compliments to Mistress Adelia and please to escort him out of this hag's hole, for the love of God. How will you do it?' 'My business.' Be damned if she'd tell him. Women were defenseless enough without revealing their secrets. 'I'll have to take the lead.' She stumped along in front, holding Walt's mount's reins in her right hand. In the other was her riding crop, which she trailed with apparent casualness so that it brushed against the hedge on her left. As she went, she chuntered to herself. Lord, how disregarded I am in this damned country. How disregarded all women are... Ironically, the lower down the social scale women were, the greater freedom they had; the wives of laborers and craftsmen could work alongside their men-even, sometimes, when they were widowed, take over their husband's trade. Adelia trudged on. Hag's hole. Grendel's mother's entrails. Why was this dreadful place feminine to the men lost in it? Because it was tunneled? Womb-like? Is this woman's magic? The great womb? Is that why the Church hates me, hates all women? Because we are the source of all true power? Of life? She supposed that by leading them out of it, she was only confirming that a woman knew its secrets and they did not. Great God, she thought, it isn't a question of hatred. It's fear. They are frightened of us. And Adelia laughed quietly, sending a suggestion of sound reverberating backward along the tunnel, as if a small pebble was skipping on water, making each man start when it passed him. 'What in hell was that?' Walt called back stolidly, 'Reckon someone's laughing at us, master.' 'Dear God.

Ariana Franklin
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