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Other key features include red eyes and a bristled abdomen.
He first rubbed the bristled side against her cheeks.
He was a sturdy if disheveled man who could never quite tame his bristled black hair.
Sunlight burned in his bristled short hair and on his high cheekbones.
Gliding her fingers over his bristled cheek, she bent her head to him.
She brought her sleepy hands to his face and cupped his bristled jaw.
With a gasp, Sarah traced her hands around the firm ridge of his bristled jaw.
Her palms were soft against his bristled jaw.
The organism resembles a bristled worm, but bears a number of shells on its upper surface.
We'll have a hunt full of bristled death."
Groanwelt rubbed a hand over his bristled chin with a sound like tearing canvas.
As the three of us walked toward the boat, Bill talked, his belly jiggled and he rubbed his bristled chin.
Kaye laid him back on the bed and smoothed his damp hair, touched his bristled cheek.
He pulled Judith closer and clasped her hard against him, rubbing his bristled cheek over her smooth one.
"The ores have formed a war party," Montolio said, scratching at his bristled beard.
He rubbed his bristled chin.
He tapped the edge of his bristled jaw with a forefinger consideringly, then brightened.
The big beast roared as the fire flared in front of its head, the bristled fur on its forehead catching alight.
Bickell rubbed his bristled jaw.
Since just one man alive dared creep up on him while he held unsheathed steel, the war captain jerked up his bristled chin.
The NUMAlink's network topology is a bristled fat hypercube.
Black Hat raised his head, and his bristled chin showed in the light, and his stringy neck where the whiskers lay flat like fur.
The bloated body vanished under the bristled boars, and the last scream was muted and silenced, ending in a dreadful gagging, bubbling noise.
Hunting the bristled bravos with lance is one of the finest of all pleasures, so long as one does not live by it as a trade.
Lacy stood in the men's department at Filene's, touching her hands to the bristled tweeds and hallowed blue and puckered seersucker fabrics of the sports jackets.