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The answer may be found in their bones. He and Ruff, who teaches at Johns Hopkins, used X-rays and computer models of the fossils to study the stresses the bones were subjected to during life. They found that Neanderthal bones consistently seem to reflect more vigorous activity. The most likely explanation, says Trinkaus, given that both populations used essentially the same tools in the same environment, is that Neanderthals used their tools less efficiently. The extra effort put additional loads on the bones.
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khelbenvasq
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"Where are my father's bones mother?" ---Two Edge, elf Quest.
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rubydee
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the unending quest to be skin and bones
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010605
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unhinged
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"well by industry standards we would both be overweight" "well you know what i say to that...the industry can kiss my overweight ass."
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ClairE
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You want ME to jump them? Wow.
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kelli crane
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roll them
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sabbie
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"They say I bathe in blood, the fools; they do not ask about the bones." (attrubuted to erzbet bathory)
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Hawkeye
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When taking a test in med school, never ask a squirrel the number of bones in the hand. (This bit of wisdom courtesy of Hawkeye Pierce.)
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ferret
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bones, boners, bonnets, bongos, bonbons, bon___.
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xyz
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...sink like stones
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dicey brown
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She knows that the answer to any question can be found in the bones of a hand, she knows not to ask the squirrels in the park about the bones in her own hand. She knows that words can remain the same, and then change, and then sometimes break.
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are being soaked in vinegar as we speak, ridding them of the calcium that provides them with strength... they'll be easily bended and manipulated. like rubber... :D
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quotree
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"it ain't no sin to take of your skin and dance around in your boooooones..."
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quotree
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of = off. ahem.
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sick and twisted
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i love every bone in your body. especially mine!
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040410
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Bones
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He's dead, Jim.
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040504
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aida
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Long white bones with the skin all gone Wouldn't it be chilly with no skin on?
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someone showed me a picture of this church in the czech republic. they made chandeliers out of skeletons. it's an interesting memorial.
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040802
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its not me
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such fragile white in this moonlight go rest at last beneath the earth
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Deomis
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Lovely white 'neath fragile moonlight The sin did breed From all your greed And you now you hide Her bones inside Inside the cold hard ground And it's for Hell you're bound Take the shovel and the pit And bury deep these bones moonlit Hide your sin from earthly eyes With your selfish half-witted lies So take all your burning hate And seal now your ill-fit fate ...
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witchesrequiem
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We smoke the bones of baby dolls :Dax Riggs, Acid Bath.: hahahahahha!
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Syrope
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i hate being so aware of a few bones...i don't usually think of my body as a sum of the parts it's made of. i want to file them down so they fit together better. someone hand me a saw.
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040912
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Me
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like bones, the heart breaks all too easily.
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040912
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trox
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do not let your heart break for it is all in your head you are beautiful and everyone loves you
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katie
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yea thats what you get below the flesh WHIIIIITE but not racist
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LS
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Good show.
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jane
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bleached - ah there's too much to say now. i'll come back later when i'm a skeleton.
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ungreat
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Your bones are strong and sturdy. your bones aren't my bones. Yours jut out in all the right places revealing veins running just under your skin, just over your bones. Blue ribbons that lead to your heart, that lead to my heart because i stole yours long ago, and gave you mine to replace it. One day it won't matter because dust to dust our bones fall like ashes in the wind settling like silt in the rivers and we'll run to the sea when we're dead. We'll live forever even when we're dead. Your bones and mine will run forever.
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Driving across country takes a long time Laid out across the seat with my head in your lap I dozed- slip- sleep- awake Your hands traced my shoulder Collarbone Jawline Bridge of my nose My elbow Wrists knotted through mine, you fingers rounded each knuckle Each fingertip I heard you whisper as you stroked my hair... "I love your bones"
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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