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Usage examples of jacky.

She saw the same ruin that the bedroom had become as Jacky did, but instead of a bogan gripping her friend, all she saw was a smelly old wino, gap-toothed and unshaven, with bloodshot eyes, baggy trousers, and a white shirt so dirty it was a yellow-brown.

Jacky said all our shouting was just making it worse, and Muldoon added that it was probably a good idea for us to see Sakkara anyway.

Jacky tried to curl herself into a ball, but the bogans just pulled her straight, poking and prodding.

Jacky had been keeping an eye on the various creatures of the Unseelie Court, particularly on the two bogans, Skraker and Gooter.

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Jacky Caffrey shouted to look, there was another and she leaned back and the garters were blue to match on account of the transparent and they all saw it and they all shouted to look, look, there it was and she leaned back ever so far to see the fireworks and something queer was flying through the air, a soft thing, to and fro, dark.

Jacky said as they all made their way down the mountainslope to where the car was waiting for them.

The Paddies and Jackies seem to be poetic visionaries, inspired, maybe, but as practical as a mad March hare.

Jacky Tar, the son of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid.

So Jacky told her nothing about hobs or gruagaghs, stitcheries, giants or the Wild Hunt.

Jacky could turn, before she could put proper use to the swiftness stitcheries that Finn had sewn into her sneakers, they were upon her.

First I’ve got to worry about Jacky turning into a trickster, and now I’m turning into a giggly basketcase.

They led him through Cockle Tom’s Garve, back and forth across the Manswater, then down into Crowdie Wort’s Bally, where he’d first met and then lost Jacky earlier that night.

And she didn’t dare let him take her back to this Crowdie Wort—whoever he was—because the Host had Jacky now and if she didn’t do something about rescuing Jacky, no one would.

Some of the Daydreams had been disturbing, yes, and his mother's carefully worded admonitions not to mix up reality and make-believe (in other words don't go crazy, Jacky, ole kid ole sock, okay?