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papas
1. Many were empty but some contained the chun~o tubers, called papas in Quechua, dried for storage
2. I said that to the extent I had any religion, it did involve belief in Deus as a single, all-powerful God, but I had no use for priests or papas
3. I dig the Mamas and the Papas at the trip,
4. The success of the Mamas and Papas came about because of lead singers Doherty and Elliot, who both had beautiful voices, as well as John’s leadership, his writing and his harmonies
5. Without Elliot, the Mamas and Papas would have had some hits, but they would have not had the smashing success that Cass delivered
6. If Michelle and Cass weren’t the lead singers, would the group have been called the Papas and the Mamas?
7. While the papas, to whom it’s so vitally important to prove their ownership of them, have to lie awake nights figuring out ever-new ways to tear ‘em up and trash ‘em! Our poor, innocent, blown-to-smithereens babies in OK City
8. Aaron hears “California Dreaming” by the Mamas and the Papas playing inside his head
9. For me, I think that assassins have been invented purposely by papas to frighten boys who want to go out at night
10. In a moment they will laugh more loudly, aware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas pay
11. “Yes, Papas” and “No, Pas
12. Ah, how oft’ ’tis true with Women who are Hellions that they were rais’d by doting Papas! For Anne was ne’er restrain’d in any of her Wishes, and, as a Child, was given her own Slaves, Dogs, and Horses
13. At the hour when you read this, five fiery horses will be bearing us to our papas and mammas
14. It was Christmas time, and the Large Family had been hearing many stories about children who were poor and had no mammas and papas to fill their stockings and take them to the pantomime—children who were, in fact, cold and thinly clad and hungry
15. It is not the lights; it is not the brilliant hotels, and theaters, and restaurants, and shops, and tramcars, and hurrying cabs; it is not the music that floats out to you on the rippling surface of the town’s deep voice; it is not that voice itself, vibrating as it is with every emotion of the human heart, of pleasure, excitement, careless gayety, shame that has ceased to care, lust whispering its appeal, modesty’s shocked sigh, innocence’s happy prattle, kind laughter, friendly chat, unexpected hearty greetings; it is the vast, shifting, jostling, loitering, idle crowd, the multitude of a huge cosmopolitan city that is the spectacle, and that to a man who knows his town is more dramatic, and humorous, and pathetic, and fascinating than all the plays to which young ladies, and their papas, too, are hurrying, to thrill, and laugh, and cry over
16. It is, seriously, that it is quite possible for young ladies to walk this fastest mile in the United States, with their papas and mammas, every evening, and write home to Kate that “it is just like Saturday night on Main Street, only bigger
