Oblivious but for one, who folded her arms across her rib cage under her sweatered breasts. She lowered her chin as if to listen to the current monologue, lids set in an expression of rigorous boredom. But with her head turned slightly to observe Jeremy at the back of the restaurant, to assess whether the ray she had beamed out had been received.
-- Stanley Park by Timothy Taylor
Rays were beamed out on bicycles and buses, at school and sea, at work and in woods. To name a few places.
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