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- Quickly, easily.
- 1873, Edward Eggleston, The Mystery of Metropolisville, page 119:
- In transcribing them, I have inserted one or two apostrophes, for the poet always complained that though he could spell like sixty, he never could mind his stops.
- 1965, Richard S. Prather, Meandering Corpse, page 91:
- I charged at those trees going like sixty — at least sixty, whatever it means — and was well in among them when a strange thing happened.
- 1995, James P. Blaylock, All the Bells on Earth, page 269:
- Maybe the truth was that all of them — himself, the kids, Uncle Henry, Mrs. Biggs, even Argyle — were bailing like sixty, trying to stay afloat in their sorry little tubs.