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Tag Name "Squinted" (12)

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Anyone's childhood can be an act of disablement if rehearsed and replayed and squinted at in a certain light. . .
Carol Shields
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Wait, said Butler. Just wait, Holly. Artemis has a plan. He squinted through the green dome. What is your plan, Artemis? All Artemis could do was smile and shrug.
Eoin Colfer
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He squinted at me. What are you wearing? Is that some new form of birth control?
Janet Evanovich
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She squinted up at him. But I haven't always made good decisions. Pastor Harris smiled. All that shows is that you're human.
Nicholas Sparks
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Hazel squinted. How far? Just over the river and through the woods. Percy raised an eyebrow. Seriously? To Grandmother's house we go? Frank cleared his throat. Yeah, anyway.
Rick Riordan
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She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.
Truman Capote
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I was looking for Simon. Jordan squinted at her. It's two in the morning. She shrugged. He's a vampire. But I'm not.
Cassandra Clare
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I have enough energy to write with and as that is all I have any business doing anyhow, I can with one eye squinted take it all as a blessing.
Flannery O'Connor
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Billy squinted at me. Why are you letting them go? Because they're real. How do you know? The one I was holding crapped on my hand.
Jim Butcher
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Outside the hospital, I squinted in the harsh morning sunlight. I could hear birds chirping in the tree, but even though I searched for them, they remained hidden from me.
Nicholas Sparks
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The instant she saw the letter she squinted her eyes and bent her lips in a tough tiny smile that advanced her age immeasurably. Darling, she instructed me, would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse. A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick.
Truman Capote
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The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. In the morning mist, hazy and amorous, London was delirious. London squinted as it floated along, milky pink, without caring where it was going.
Yevgeny Zamyatin