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Our guides did a fade while we were checking the place out.
Two days ago, he would probably have done a fade himself if he had seen someone.
Just long enough to get to shore and let those guys do a fade."
I shut my eyes, and my mind did a fade to black.
They been talking about doing a fade and letting him go to hell his own way."
If Fowler does a fade, his rep fades with him.
You want to do a fade you won't hear me cry.
With his swing, the cloaked warrior did a fading trick to the right.
"Maybe you better kind of do a fade, Jasper," he boomed loud enough for everybody in the restaurant to hear.
Perrymeade and the room did a fade to black.
Some folks were doing a fade.
Ace could have done a fade.
The sun had not yet appeared above the eastern hills, but the night was doing a fade, from blackest soot to gray dust.
Smiley said, "I'll do a fade now."
One-Eye did a fade.
With those shots, the cloaked avenger did a fading sweep to the side, timed to a lurch as the train took a curve.
The burly nephews (or second cousins, or whatever they were) had already done a fade, the simple job of lifting and carrying done.
"We've done a fade!"
The best way to do it would be to shift over to the driver's side of the Ford, sneak back to the aisle, and then just do a fade.
With two consecutive losses, and an important game Sunday against the Jets, the Miami Dolphins appear to be doing a fade hauntingly similar to the five-game losing streak that ended last season.
"When freak shows took a fade, Ben made me theater manager.
Raymond paused and taking a faded sheet from his inside pocket read from the first speech he had ever delivered in public.
"Not at all, Tom," said Queeg, taking a faded blue bathrobe out of his narrow closet.
Cy took a faded bandanna out of his back pocket and swiped at his face and neck.
Taking a faded mansion that was once home to Marie-Laure de Noailles, a millionaire patron of the Surrealists and, upon a time, of the furniture designer Jean-Michel Frank, Mr. Starck deployed his familiar wiles.
Sitting down on a weary black leather couch, Nô grins and takes a faded Brazilian identification card out of his wallet and shows it to me: it is Bia at 8, her tiny thumbprint and name in perfect script beneath her picture.
They took a fading business with $1.45 billion in revenue, lackluster family movies and an animation division that was a shell of its former self, and built a company whose revenue now exceeds $10 billion a year, fueled by animated films, theme parks, TV shows, video and merchandising.