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She wore her new blue suit, a Sally Rutherford original, high button jacket, double-breasted, butch but stylish
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When Brett came up alongside, Butch Padorcik, second driver for Sasquatch Racing, let up on the throttle, and Brett jumped out ahead
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The manager, Butch, wanted me to come in and help
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After his hound dog, Butch, ate all he wanted of the deer parts, he threw the rest into the woods 200 yards from his house, to avoid the smell
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He didn't want to meet up with Leon's hound dog Butch again
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Butch Roxas and his wife Alma liked it
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Butch Roxas in five minutes
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When Butch Roxas’ Royale Broadcasting Network started to lose income and almost gone bankrupt, they did all measures to raise the ratings of their programs
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“So I suggested to my friend Butch Roxas of having a show that showcases the House of Representatives
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The last graduate was a lanky boy with a black butch cut
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"You're the fag!" she said in a butch voice, mocking Colt
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“Then you should tone down the butch act
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The fluffy sky-blue woollen cardigan and bottle green tights he always wore around the house suddenly seemed queer, not endearing, and his stance was definitely not butch
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Over twenty-two and butch was ‘out’
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I guess I was just too busy being the alpha butch male to admit the truth about myself
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‘I start every day determined to be tough and butch, but as soon as anything upsets me Priscilla takes over
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local newspaper in the following terms: "Susan Hammer traded her butch haircut and
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“Hey, butch,” Ben yells at me across the hall
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Just recall the mule drivers on the canal that I mentioned in the chapter on Butch and Sundance
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Thom Hatch – The Last Outlaws: The Lives And Legends Of Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid (2013: New American Library)
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The Matthews’ dog, Butch, got a Christian burial, which is odd, because it never was what you’d call a believer of fairy tales, you know?
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The bustard persevered its slow, butch strut towards Camilla, his eyes fixed
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His read BUTCH; hers read BITCH
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Garcia had a flash back to the scene where Butch Cassidy and the
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From the outside it was indistinguishable from a large grey stone building, we couldn’t guess its function, but on entering, it screamed hospital: bodies composting quietly, organs and spare limbs piled in corners and butch blokes in fishnets and aprons
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The fact that one of the more butch trollesses had later changed her name to Slut-mate had caused more gossip still
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He really didn’t want to go back to that big butch Amazon pain-in-
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What did Butch do to me?”
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… I swear; I think Butch was actually trying to kill you, just like he promised he would
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“I know for a fact Butch was born with a non-stop ever-conniving supercomputer inside of that skull of his, and he knows how to effectively use it
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I’d like to read for myself what Judge Matthews has agreed to charge Butch with
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“According to a number of sources, not only did Butch verbally threaten to kill his victim; he schemed for several hours how he would corner him in the school’s gymnasium and crush his sternum
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Butch glanced at his friend and casually leaned backward on the gray wooden bench he had been resting on
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Butch placed both hands on the side of his hips and slowly proceeded to give each of his gang members a long cold stare
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Butch then stopped to examine the countryside surrounding him
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“That’s not a good idea, Butch
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“You really think pea brain Sergeant Majors would think to look there?” Butch said, gazing at Stan, Pete, and Henry to see their initial reaction
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“Run, Butch,” Stan hollered as the other gang members began to hightail it across the schoolyard toward the forest located at the edge of Gibsonville’s property line
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Butch gave his friend a quick nod and scrambled around the corner
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Having verbally expressed his feelings, Butch stopped and smiled – but only for a millisecond
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Butch looked up and sighed
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Butch smiled a small smile and then started for the gym’s northeast corner
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Sprinting toward the end of one of the school’s main buildings and easing around its corner - Butch stopped to gaze at the school’s side parking lot where most of the faculty usually parked
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Even though no officer was in sight, Butch went ahead and checked both ways before starting to slither next to the side of the main building
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It isn’t hard to believe this wall was built before 1918, Butch thought as he carefully examined his new location
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Deputy Stevens was standing almost at the precise point his gang had escaped and from the way he was moving his head like a bobble head toy, Butch got the impression the officer was either lost or confused
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There was no doubt that Stan was smart and Butch knew his friend would have done a bit of double tracking before heading east
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Butch chuckled at the Guilford County Deputy’s foolishness as he made sure the pathway leading to the cafeteria was still open
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Feeling good about the way things were going, Butch dashed for the side of the cafeteria
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“Way to go, moron,” Butch confidently stated, keeping his back to the cafeteria’s reddish brick wall as he headed for the northeast corner
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” Butch grabbed one of the round buttons holding his pant’s straps and took a quick look
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Pulling out his iPhone, Butch remembered an application he had acquired off the Internet a few months earlier from a place considered to be a black market website
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Butch smiled as he pressed his phone’s touch screen
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What’s this?” Butch questioned upon hearing a dull clank as he rushed along the east side of the cafeteria
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Butch grinned from ear-to-ear, and after lifting the heavy solid steel lid, climbed inside and replaced the cover
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How did you manage to escape?” Stan asked thirty minutes later, while Butch was taking a large bite out of the double-stacked hamburger he had the owner of Pedro’s Grill fix for him
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As Butch relayed the details of his escape in a fashion, which made it appear that even a third grader could have done it, the rest of his gang leaned forward so they could capture every word spoken
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“Well, they do,” Butch confirmed, wiping his lips after completing the last bite of his meal
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” Butch answered, slipping his wallet into his overall’s front pocket
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“But how did you find me,” Butch asked as he entered a patrol car’s back door
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Despite having visited his father on numerous occasions, Butch McGuire quickly learned that things inside Guilford County Jail looked a whole lot different from what he was accustomed to seeing the visiting area
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Not long after his arresting deputy’s patrol car came to a halt in the downtown Greensboro’s booking center, Butch was shoved into a fluorescent lit, twenty by forty foot sparsely furnished room
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” Butch narrowed his eyes and sneered as he complied – handing the officer one item at a time in a manner indicating he really didn’t care if the booking process continued into the wee hours of the morning
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“So in other words,” Butch countered as he proceeded to rise to his feet
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After all the necessary paperwork had been completed (on a PC, which appeared to be a model barely a step above a 20+ year old IBM XT), a staff member handed Butch a bright orange jumpsuit and instructed him to put in on
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Butch appreciated the gesture but had a slight problem
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Cindy McGuire was one of their three professional daytime instructors and had given Butch strict orders never to call her on the job unless: One – an earthquake had struck and their home now resided somewhere within a twenty-foot crevice (which was highly unlikely since the nearest major fault line from Guilford County was over a hundred miles away) or Two, the Rapture her preacher had harped about on numerous occasions finally occurred, and Butch was one of the many who was left behind
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“Are you ready to head to your cell?” Officer Perkins asked when it became apparent that Butch wasn’t interested in calling anyone
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Frowning, Butch nodded he was and promptly got to his feet
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“Is all this really necessary?” Butch asked, holding out his wrists as he shuffled down the dimly lit hallway
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“The latter,” Butch replied as the two of them turned a corner
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Perkins looked at Butch briefly and sadly shook his head
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Butch glanced at the sink/toilet combo unit residing in the middle of the cell’s back wall, then looked upward at the a/c vent located directly above
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And the reoccurring nightmares, the result from the beating Butch had given him, at least for the moment, were not present
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Butch paled as he pulled himself up to a sitting position
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And with each day Butch waited for his court date, his six by eight-foot cell seemed to become increasing darker and smaller
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Briefly smiling at the thought of his father, Butch turned to see if he could find something he could read
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“Are you sure you don’t know him?” Butch stated as they proceeded down the dimly lit hallway
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Henderson didn’t say a word, though by the way he kept gazing at Butch, one could tell that the words he had recently spoken wasn’t running true
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Butch shook his head in frustration
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“So you’re Butch McGuire
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Butch unconsciously shuffled in his unpainted wooded seat
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John McKinney,” the lawyer finally admitted after a number of moments had passed and it was clear, Butch wasn’t going to respond
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“As you are aware, when you were first booked into this place Butch, it was for a simple assault charge – with the possibility the prosecutor might add attempted murder
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” Butch glanced at the ceiling
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“I’m afraid things are a lot worse than that, Butch
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That was him,” Butch interjected
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“Paul’s dead?” Butch couldn’t believe his ears
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“He’s dead, Butch,” John repeated in a perfect monotone
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Scanning the tattered copy of The Tale of Two Cities he found on a shelf within the Guilford County Jail cellblock he was assigned, Butch wondered why he bothered to bring it back to his bunk
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Butch contemplated the thought before turning his head toward the book hanging loose in his hands
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It had been a number of weeks since Butch was moved from the psychotic single cell cellblock designed for inmates deemed potentially hazardous to themselves or others
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“Yes, sir,” Butch bellowed, rising from his bunk
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“Oh?” Butch lifted his head, so he could stare directly into his public defender’s eyes
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Butch sat quietly for a moment, momentarily glancing toward the ceiling
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“I know,” John stated, giving Butch a hard stare
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Butch just got a bit upset over the news I had to give him
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Evans intensely gazed at Butch as if he was ready to sic a few K-9’s on him, before turning to head back to the edge of the small office’s doorway
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John waited a second so Butch could settle himself in his seat
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Although his expression remained grimacing, and his eyes reminded John of the eerie yellow glow of a pair of cat's eyes reflecting moonlight in the darkness of night, Butch nodded his willingness
