staring
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| gordon enters beth freezes rigid | staring | at him carolanne is locking |
| beth freezes struck with fear | staring | at the envelope agnes it |
| is locking up gordon stops | staring | back gordon eh hello carolanne |
| she leans on the barrel | staring | into its depths it doesna |
| down at the base presumably | staring | into the depths of hell |
| is stunned and just stands | staring | at his mother they all |
| not to see him now | staring | hard at the brass crucifix |
| open and he found himself | staring | into the brass buckle of |
| vote in which it was | staring | defeat in the face to |
| leaning on the guts barrel | staring | into it long pause georgie |
| slowly coming to her feet | staring | at bessie in horror then |
| slowly from a half bottle | staring | transfixed into the bottomless whirlpool |
| tries the two women sit | staring | at each other finally beth |
| looks at us with horrible | staring | eyes exactly like the authoritarian |
| they freeze for a moment | staring | into each other s eyes |
| her already my daddy is | staring | into my eyes without blinking |
| as i have always endured | staring | into the eyes of the |
| open and his blue eyes | staring | then he realises what mother |
| in the bright orange bus | staring | away out at the darkened |
| faced the reality that is | staring | her in the face highland |
| well i wasn t exactly | staring | i m shifty eyed remember |
| near us arms behind back | staring | at nothing in particular was |
| case for the railway is | staring | him in the face the |
| again he goes back to | staring | into fiona s face too |
| the business case is not | staring | me in the face because |
| he s just sittin there | staring | at the tele she starts |
| in dialect he stood immobile | staring | at his mother and wondering |
| real fright gawkin is peering | staring | ahint is behind fan is |
| again he began to mumble | staring | at nothing i fell he |
| night god almighty said sandra | staring | aghast at the retreating figure |
| m954: individuals who are always | staring | into the abyss er the- |
| is the cyclops only eye | staring | so intently into the pool |
| dormouse on the marital bed | staring | with a sense of alienation |
| new boyfriends anyway she said | staring | at the bride s father |
| of the young queen benignly | staring | down at us at first |
| child of the bog the | staring | owl my hood of feathers |
| we were the two andies | staring | at each other we were |
| your hair alex ewan said | staring | at her as if she |
| has come in and is | staring | at her fearfully it s |
| of her breasts he was | staring | at it when she turned |
| i don t want you | staring | at my bruise like that |
| door to front centre stage | staring | at the backs of her |
| and awkward yet strangely impressive | staring | at the bench as if |
| them then realised i was | staring | at the man with the |
| sat for nearly an hour | staring | at the message he phoned |
| the world large uniformed men | staring | down at bloodied victims a |
| he leaned on the bonnet | staring | through the windscreen which was |
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