Madrid would, of course, not have looked twice at Gueye.
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I called to him and he looked twice and then ran to me!
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I carried it on the plane though TSA looked twice at the large battery.
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Quickly Eepersip made her way out into the open; and everything looked twice as lovely as before.
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Hardly anybody has looked twice at them this week, despite their being major championship winners and Augusta-tamers.
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"Because of athleisure, people who wouldn't have looked twice at the underwear style are paying attention now," said Harrington.
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Brandon, for his part, barely looked twice in her direction and ended up asking out Haley – one of the twins – instead.
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The 6-foot-10-inch Isner looked twice as tall skipping about with a grin that seemed as bright as the Florida sunshine.
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Fogelson's goal was to make films that looked twice as expensive as they were, so he was usually careful to budget for enough spectacle to sell.
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Episode 9The fairy-tale version of Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip's relationship is that she met him when she was 13 and never looked twice at another man.
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By midday, someone did interrupt a work meeting to brush a little glitter off my brow, and a few people looked twice, but all in all no one seemed to blink an eye.
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Advertise on Hyperallergic with Nectar Ads Travelers through the Prince Street subway station in Manhattan yesterday may have looked twice at its signage that was temporarily transformed into a memorial for the late Prince.
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Annie spoke to Reed, who did not report having see Williams. On the morning of June 23, 1940, a fisherman found Williams's body in the Hatchie River. The undertaker Al Rawls asked to meet Annie at the river so she could identify the body. Annie saw that Williams had holes in his chest and there were visible bruises indicating he had been beaten. Williams’ head looked twice its size because it had been beaten so badly.
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In No Circus, her book of photographs, tented houses became sculptural abstractions and enigmatic monuments inserted into suburban Los Angeles. Steinberger’s photographs in No Circus are accompanied by an essay by D. J. Waldie. It ranges from the mating habits of termites to the chemistry of fumigation to the phenomenology of a shrouded house. “Everyone has looked twice at these big top monoliths,” artist Miranda July points out, “but only Steinberger has looked again and again, transforming termite tents in to public art with her gorgeous and obsessive eye.” Randi Malkin Steinberger is represented by the Sears-Peyton Gallery in New York and Los Angeles.
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