#As soon as I told the librarian “easy to read and a little ridiculous” she knew exactly what to get

[killercookie213]

I just I need to shout out the librarian at my local library. She helped me find a harlequin book for my six-year-old mother. The woman hasn't read a book in years, maybe some smut without a plot will bring her back to book Devouring days. I have a feeling my mom's already read this book, but hopefully, that works in my favor

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Traditions Old And New

Summary: It’s Kaisa’s first Christmas with Johanna, and though she doesn’t want to, she can’t seem to stop thinking that her slightest mistake could ruin everthing.

Notes: Happy Holidays, guys!!! This fic is not at all canon compliant, but I promise I’ll post a better one in a few days. Hope you still enjoy this, though! 

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The winter months had always been held dear in Kaisa’s heart. It was, undoubtedly, the most magical time of the year.

That was, however, due to the Winter Solstice and the fact that she usually had more time to study magic during that season. Apart from that, she didn’t really have many strong feelings about the festive season. Her family had never truly celebrated it, and once Yule was over their few decorations would be stored away only to be seen the next year.

Clearly, things were bound to be different that Christmas.

“How many Christmas lights does one person need?” She thought to herself as she and Hilda stopped in front of a ridiculously decorated house. Webs of red lights climbed up the walls, as green lights were criss-crossed over them in the horizontal, making the house look like one big gift. Of course, she knew about Christmas decorations, but since the cold temperature usually made her inclined to remain at home or in the library, she’d never truly explored the city during winter to know that such peculiar tastes even existed.

“David’s family is… excited about Christmas, it seems.” The girl commented, moving with difficulty to the door of said house. Johanna had wrapped her in so much clothing that Kaisa didn’t even know how she managed to walk, but she was under no illusion that she wouldn’t take some layers off as soon as she turned her back.

“It’s… beautiful, isn’t it?” Kaisa asked, even though she didn’t agree. Their own house had been lavishly decorated for the holiday, an infinity of tiny details that made her fear she’d break one of them at any time. She’d been surprised when Johanna had pulled a huge box of Christmas decorations from their closet weeks ago, and it was that evening, as she and her daughter placed its contents all around the apartment, that Kaisa realized she’d signed up for something she was not in the least familiar with.

“I think it’s a bit of an eyesore, to be honest.” Hilda admitted, making Kaisa cringe. Bad move. “It blocks starlight.”

“Yes, right. Of course.”

Not knowing what to say, Kaisa would have allowed the silence to extend itself indefinitely had Hilda not spoken.

 “You’ll pick me up when you’re finished?”

That was what the librarian had first suggested when they were leaving the house, but in Hilda’s eyes she saw a hope for for her to say ‘no’. Kaisa couldn’t blame her, certainly baking Christmas cookies with her friends was more interesting than helping her new step mother wrap presents.

“You know the way home, don’t you?”

“Sure.” Hilda shrugged.

“Then just be back before it gets dark. I won’t limit your time with the kids.”

Opening a big smile, Hilda hugged Kaisa’s waist. In return, she petted her head.

“Thanks Kaisa! You’re the best.”

_#_#_#_

After dropping Hilda off with her friends, the librarian found herself walking aimlessly around the streets of Trolberg. The stores were all either crammed with people or closed, and it served her well for waiting until the twenty third to buy her gifts. In her defense, Christmas shopping wasn’t something she was used to doing.

On her way to the bookstore, she passed by a jewelry store with a shining showcase, a small smile moving her lips as her feet stopped on their own in front of it. For a few fanciful seconds, she ran her eyes through the rings and imagined buying the middle one, one with a rose gold band and a stone that looked like the one in her wand, and giving it to Johanna. In her mind, she got down on one knee in front of that stupidly tall Christmas tree on their living room and asked for her hand in marriage right at midnight.

Shaking her head, she brushed those thoughts off. It was their first Christmas together as a couple, and they were already getting odd stares from people who thought they were moving too fast by moving in together after barely an year of dating. The ring would have to wait. Maybe next Christmas, she told herself, when they were both already sure of what life together felt like.

But the dilemma continued: what should she get Johanna? Hilda’s gift would be easy enough. All Kaisa would have to do was walk into the bookstore, select something that was absolutely too dangerous to be on a child’s hands, and be sure the kid would love it. But what about Johanna? Being not only her girlfriend, but also the librarian, she knew exactly what her taste in books were. There was something that didn’t please her about the idea of gifting her a book, though. Since she liked reading more than Johanna, it felt like she was taking her own wishes in consideration, rather than her girlfriend’s.

“Honestly.” Attracting some stares in her direction as she crossed the bookstore’s doors, Kaisa groaned. “A holiday has no business in being this hard.”

_#_#_#_ 

Left side, then the right side, next the bottom and the top, she thought to herself as she attempted to wrap bright red paper around the book she had bought for Hilda. It looked horrendous. A five year old could probably wrap a present better than that.

Kaisa was still frowning at her poorly done arts-and-crafts project when Johanna entered the apartment. As she closed the living room door behind herself, both the witch and the two pets that inhabited the house startled and looked up at her.

“That commission’s out of the way!” The woman stated cheerfully, referring to the client meeting she’d just gone to to deliver the project she’d worked on. Opposite to Freya, who had turned back to sleep when she realized it was Johanna that had returned and not some burglar, Twig ran to Johanna. “Now I’m free until after Christmas.”

Kaisa smiled as she watched her girlfriend take off her coat and beanie and crouch down to pet Twig. She knew how much it mattered to Johanna to be free for the holidays. Recently, she’d discovered that the festive season meant a great deal to the family she’d just joined. Since it had been just the two of them (or three, if you counted Twig) in the wilderness, their traditions was as well established as they were tightly knit.

Christmas mattered a lot in that house, and it was all the more fuel for Kaisa’s nerves. She was the odd one out there, and though they never made her feel like such, she knew she was. Anything she did wrong would taint years worth of good memories, and it felt almost like an impossible task to not ruin anything.

Without noticing it, she had lowered her eyes back to the gift she’d attempted to wrap, noticing that her catowl had fallen back asleep on top of her supply of wrapping paper. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if she was getting anywhere with that, anyway.

“Kai?” Johanna called her attention with a soft tone as she sensed some melancholy in her girlfriend’s demeanor. Before the witch noticed it, Johanna had sat down cross legged by her side.

“Don’t look down!” She said quickly. “I don’t… I don’t want you to see your gift.”

Chuckling, Johanna smiled at her. “Don’t worry, I’ve no reason to look anywhere but at you.”

Even as she blushed and as her short hair fell over her face, the fact that something was still bothering her didn’t escape Johanna’s notice, and she gently closed her fingers around Kaisa’s wrist.

“Is everything alright, sweetheart?”

“It is!” Kaisa assured her way too quickly. “I just realized that I don’t really know how to wrap presents.”

Squinting just slightly, Johanna looked deep into Kaisa’s eyes to try and find any signs that she was lying. Though there weren’t any, she correctly assumed there was something else bothering her, but didn’t press for more information. She’d tell her when she felt comfortable with it.

“Well, you don’t have to wrap them. You told me once that your father would ask his familiar to hide your gifts and you had a little hunt on Yule night. Why don’t you do that? Maybe Twig and Freya could hide them.”

Like she understood every word, Freya opened one eye as if to say “don’t you dare”. Still, it wasn’t her familiar’s lack of disposition that put her off the idea, but looking at Johanna and Hilda’s neatly wrapped presents by the base of the tree.

“Thank you, but I think I’ll keep on trying.”

“Okay, then. Don’t worry too much about that, Hilda is going to tear through it like a beast, anyway.” Kaisa forced herself to chuckle at that, knowing it was Johanna’s attempt to put her at ease. “Now hide those presents.”

“What?” She lifted her eyebrows and turned to her girlfriend. “Why?”

“Because you didn’t want me to see them and I want to cuddle. Come now, it’s terribly cold outside and you’re warm.”

Yes, Kaisa thought as they both laid down on the carpeted floor after she had put the gifts behind the tree. I need to keep on trying. For her.

_#_#_#_

Early morning sunlight streamed in through the window, lighting up Johanna’s side of the bed, but not hers. Kaisa sat there, alone in the dark except for her owlcat, which purred in her lap as she ran her fingers through her mixture of dark feathers and fur.

“I’m worried, Freya.” She whispered. Though it might seem silly for the outside observer for someone to talk to their pet, the bond between a witch and their familiar was strong enough for Kaisa to know Freya understood every word. “What if they realize how different my reality has always been? How I know nothing of their world? Maybe she’ll think… maybe she’ll think we’re too different to be together.”

Noticing the tears on her witch’s eyes, Freya finally stopped purring and stretched herself so their foreheads would touch.

Ever since she and Johanna had begun dating, she’d been introduced to a universe of light. Late night calls, morning walks, making cocoa for each other, baking cookies when they felt like it and reading together under the covers. All those things once so distant had become her routine, one undoubtedly filled with warmth. It was only with the cold outside that Kaisa was coming to realize how unfit for warmth she was. Still, she wanted to keep it. Oh, how she wanted to keep all she’d been given, even though she well knew she had nothing to give in return. 

She desperately wanted to get that right.

Still trying to calm herself down by connecting with her familiar, Kaisa startled when a scream and a loud thud echoed in the apartment, getting up in a hurry without as much as changing out of her pajamas. She ran to the living room while terrible scenarios crossed her mind, and gasped when she arrived to see Hilda on the floor.

“What is happening?!”

To her surprise and relief, the girl giggled. 

“I was trying to reach the top of the tree to put the star on, but I lost my balance.” She explained while Johanna offered her a hand to get her up again, and Twig sniffed her feet as he worriedly looked for wounds.

“Good thing Alfur had suggested we put some pillows on the floor in case this happened.” Johanna said, making Kaisa notice both Tontu and Alfur had been watching the attempt to finish decorating the tree. “This tree certainly is taller than the one we had back at home. And you’re getting heavier too, young lady.”

“Must be all those jorts.” Hilda joked. Johanna smiled, even though it looked tight. It was clear that the girl hadn’t been hurt, but judging by how Johanna rolled her shoulders and grimaced upon doing so, it was clear that trying to lift her daughter up hadn’t been the greatest idea.

“Maybe we would have more success if you helped!” The woman chirped as she tried to not let her soreness show, which made Kaisa look away from her.

She’d already received the invitation to help with the star when she woke up, but knowing that this was something the two of them were used to doing together, she denied. Johanna had probably only asked her to be polite, for she certainly would not want anyone intruding in her bonding moment with her daughter. With Hilda going out with her friends so much, she didn’t get as many of those as she used to. The fact that the first year when that had gone wrong was also the first Christmas in which Kaisa was with them made her feel like it was her fault, somehow. 

Not to mention that she didn’t want Johanna to notice she’d been on the brink of crying moments before.

“No, I don’t think I’d be much help. I’m shorter than you and definitely not stronger.”

“Oh.” Both girls looked crestfallen, though Kaisa couldn’t tell why. It was true, and it was not like she could change her height.

“Well, in that case, why don’t we go make breakfast? We can try again later.”

Hilda nodded. “Great idea!”

She headed to the kitchen, and Johanna stayed behind to offer Kaisa her hand. Regardless of her nervousness, the librarian smiled when her girlfriend courteously said “after you.”

Once the three of them were already in the kitchen, the nisse hopped down from the couch and picked the golden star up.

“I don't get it.” He whispered to Alfur. “Ain’t she a witch? I thought height shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Don’t be rude.” The elf chided, gesturing for him to put the star down. “Clearly, for some reason she doesn’t want to do magic. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her it inside the house.”

“Yeah, but why?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Alfur shrugged and looked at the kitchen, noticing right away how something was off with the newest member of their household. “Humans are terribly complicated.”

_#_#_#_

On Christmas morning, there was still no star on top of the tree. None of them had payed any mind, though. What was under the tree had been way more interesting.

The first to open her presents was Hilda. From her mother, she received another sweater knitted by Johanna herself, and from Kaisa, a small book of illustrations of legendary creatures. That was just a distraction, however. Inside the book there was a note explaining Kaisa had hidden the real gift under her pillow, the most informative book there had ever been written about the Barghest. Technically, it had no dangerous information in it, but in Hilda’s hands one could never be sure. Kaisa just hoped she’d found a middle ground between ‘too boring’ and ‘exciting enough to give her ideas’. Luckily, she knew even her distractor present would not take the prize of the dullest book given, for with a lot of pride Alfur had given the girl a book on elf laws.

Next, the creatures opened their gifts. Johanna and Kaisa had agreed to give a stationary set to Alfur, and a cookbook to Tontu. Hilda also gave them trinkets that had made her think of them, and even Twig got a little Christmas hat.

When it was Johanna’s turn, Kaisa got a bit embarrassed to see her struggling to open her rough wrapping, but at least the fact that she seemed to enjoy her gift helped her. It was a picture frame of beautifully carved wood, forming flower and vine patterns. Since she’d found that gift a little dry, Kaisa had also put a picture she had of Johanna and Hilda on the frame. She would have rathered give her a photograph where the three of them were there, but the only one she had was from the day she’d accidentally helped Hilda set a banshee loose on the city, and she didn’t think Johanna would appreciate remembering that. With that out of the picture, her options had been a photograph of her and Johanna, or Johanna with Hilda, and she thought the first option would seem imposing and inconsiderate.

Just like Hilda, Kaisa also got a sweater made by Johanna herself. It was purple with a pattern that resembled book spines around the brim, and a bigger picture in the middle of something that was probably Johanna’s attempt at making a catowl. Freya sniffed it with distrust.

It was Hilda’s gift that put her off. The girl was well-meaning, Kaisa knew she was, but one look at the book she’d gotten her made her stomach curl.

“It’s a book on witch tales!” She stated happily, as if Kaisa hadn’t recognized it at first sight. “I thought you’d enjoy it, I know I love seeing myself in stories.”

Whatever deity there was out there, they could certainly hear Kaisa’s prayer for Hilda to not have read any of those stories, and only have selected that book because she liked the moon drawn on the cover. She knew those tales by heart. She remembered reading them on the school library and going home crying to her mother about why they were seen like that. All those stories were about wicked witches, who stole children and cursed ladies, and always burned in the fire in the end. 

Hilda would never do that to her, she told herself as she made herself smile and thank the girl. But the more she tried not to, the more she couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, Hilda knew what those tales were about, and still saw Kaisa as the witch in all of them.

Bad mood was certainly not the way to be on Christmas morning, so when the gift opening was over, she made her best effort to put on a happy face as Johanna, Hilda and Twig went to the park for their yearly Christmas snowball fight. Wearing the sweater Johanna had given her, she could almost pretend she was supposed to be there.

“Alright, Kaisa, the rules are simple.” Hilda said as they arrived at a clearing in the park. Aside from them, few families had also left the comfort of their homes that morning. “It’s all against all, except for Twig who is with me. Alright?”

“Sounds fair enough.” When was the last time she’d had a snowball fight? Kaisa couldn’t remember.

The fact that she was rusty did not make her gain any mercy from the two of them. For barely a second, she looked up to see droplets of ice hanging from the trees, admiring how ethereal they looked in the almost empty park, and that was enough for something cold to be thrown at her arm. Looking down, she saw her jacket had been hit by a snowball, and judging by how Johanna was hiding a childlike smirk behind her hand, she was certain she knew who it had come from.

To her surprise, she found herself laughing along as she knelt down to make a snowball of her own, both women being hit by Hilda’s while she was at it. Kaisa first got back at Johanna, but directed one at Hilda soon after, and immediately they fell into an erratic rhythm of attacking each other and trying to dodge enemy balls, often hiding behind the trees.

Forgetting what had been troubling her, Kaisa chuckled freely was the freezing air filled her lungs and made her skin become pink, not caring if she was quickly becoming drenched. This was easy enough to do, and both Hilda and Johanna were clearly having a good time as well. This was fun. 

It was beginning to dawn on her that if all their traditions were this delightful, maybe she could take a chance on some of them, when something began feeling wrong. Her hands were feeling hot, and not because of the icy burn from the snow.

As she looked down at them, she gasped loudly. They were glowing purple, and so were her snowballs, which floated magically in the air to be thrown in any direction at her will. She’d gotten so caught up in the fight she didn’t realize she’d begun using magic.

Instinctively, she shook her hands, which sent the snow flying all around the park. She was about to look at Johanna and hope for a sign that she hadn’t seen what had been happening when Kaisa heard a gasp from behind her which certainly wasn’t from anyone she knew.

“She murdered my snowman!” Shouted a boyish voice. Kaisa turned back in horror to see that there was a child with thick brown hair pointing at her, his mother by his side with her face twisted in anger. Between them, what was once a snowman now had a hole through it, from which purple goo dripped.

“She’s a witch!” Cried the mother. “Stay away from her, Trevor! Come on, let’s go!”

After getting up in record time, the woman grabbed her son’s hand and dragged him away, though she couldn’t stop him from shouting.

“See?! I always knew this family was evil! That one’s a witch too!”

Kaisa felt her feet rooted to the spot as she watched the two of them go away. Upon feeling a warm hand on her shoulder, she shuddered.

“I think it’s best if we go away.” Johanna said softly just in time for Kaisa to realize that even though there weren’t many people in the park, they were all looking at her with worry in their eyes.

“Yeah, come on.” Hilda tugged on Kaisa’s jacket’s sleeve, urging her to move when she seemed to be paralyzed by the stares. “That boy will make a fuss over anything, anyway.”

The walk back to their home was a silent one, which seemed to last an eternity. Kaisa cursed herself, feeling like all of the city’s eyes were on her, judging her. This family had never been anything but good to her, and how had she repaid them? By making them look like monsters.

As soon as they were inside again, Alfur’s cheerful voice greeted them.

“You’re back early! How was the fight?” 

He seemed to realize he shouldn’t have asked when Kaisa sniffed, pretending the cold had given her a runny nose. Nobody was fooled, though. Her upset was clear.

“Kaisa, it’s okay.” Johanna said as she tried to unbutton her girlfriend’s jacket, a simple attempt to make her focus on something other than worrying. “Don’t beat yourself up for that.”

Sensing that something was wrong, Freya went flying to where they were and landed close to Twig. The two hybrids seemed to be having a private conversation.

“Yeah, we’d already had problems with that boy.” Hilda added as she took off her boots. “Trevor is a jerk.”

“It’s not okay!” Kaisa bursted suddenly, making Johanna take back her hands. “I humiliated you in front of all these people! I acted exactly like he described! Evil!”

She slid all the way down to the floor, her back against the door.

“Kaisa, what is happening?!” Asking with urgency, Johanna kneeled down in front of her girlfriend. “It’s literally just a snowman! You… you’ve been acting weird for weeks now. Since we decorated It’s like you’re stepping on imaginary eggs, and I have no idea why! Just talk to me. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Her eyes were red, Johanna noticed when Kaisa met her gaze. Hilda sat down as well and put a hand on the librarian’s arm.

“It’s not about the snowman at all, is it?”

The child’s soft whisper was enough to make her spill a tear, and she looked down so they wouldn’t notice.

“I just… I know my presence is not what you were used to. Especially in a time that is so important, and I don’t want to ruin it! I don’t want you to feel like you need to change little things that are dear to you just because I’m here now, and I certainly don’t want to give you a bad name. And… I also know dealing with magic is not something you like or feel comfortable doing. I don’t want you to sacrifice anything to accommodate me. You’ve done so much for me, both of you, and it feels like the least I can do is not ruining your favorite holidays.”

Their brows drawn together, mother and daughter exchanged a look as they began to understand the situation a little better. Hilda spoke up as gently as she could.

“Kaisa. You live in a house where a Deerfox is considered a pet. Where an elf lives in a clock and the nisse pops in for dinner. One where ever so often is visited by another witch or boy who has battled alongside immortal vikings. Do you really think you wouldn’t be welcome here?”

Kaisa looked up at her with her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“So much has changed since it was just the two of you in your house.” Kaisa whispered, even though she didn’t know why she was arguing against herself. It just felt good to finally admit what had been upsetting her. “You’ve both already told me the difference gets hard to bear sometimes. I know there will inevitably be changes, but I just wanted to much to be a good one.”

More drops spilled from her lashes, traveling down her face. Johanna had gotten nearer while she had been speaking, close enough to catch a tear with her thumb. Kaisa glanced up at her girlfriend, thinking she probably looked ridiculous, crying on the floor over nothing.

“I just want so much to get this right, Anna. I don’t want you to regret this.”

Silence hung over them for a moment, though Johanna was certain she could hear a small crack opening in her heart at seeing her strong and confident girlfriend reduced to tears over this. The situation was too close to the talk she’d once had with Hilda on the observatory, during the day of the bird parade. She’d failed all over again.

“Sweetheart.” Johanna’s voice was heavy with emotion, and she herself had begun tearing up. “You never had to worry about this. I love you. Not some version of yourself. You, all that you are, with all your magic and quirks. And you’re right, things are changing for us, but it’s not the end of what we had, it’s a beginning of something even better.”

Taking Kaisa’s hands in her own, she tried to put in words what she clearly hadn’t been able to before. Had she been able to communicate better, or to foresee the pressure her comments about her adaptation to her new life and to magic would put on Kaisa, she might have been able to prevent her from feeling that way.

“But out of all the new things in our lives, I struggle to think of any better than you.” She finished.

“You” Kaisa dried her tears with the back of her hand. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do. I don’t want a life without magic, Kai. Especially if that means a life without you.”

Although she cried, now it was with relief, and she was too overcome with happiness to stop herself from lunging forward to hug Johanna, who caught her even though it made her lose her balance and fall on her backside. 

When they went to sleep that night, the star was finally on the tree, and all who had seen it being put on place agreed that watching it be surrounded by purple magic and levitated to the top was a much more interesting tradition than anything other families had.

[mooncleo]

and we recover slowly, my love, but surely

Fandom: Harry Potter 

Main Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Harry Potter 

Description:  Ron, Harry, and Hermione live together after the war. It seems like the logical choice, and the next step into comfortable domesticity seems logical as well. They learn and they love and they heal and cope and live and it’s beautiful and painful and perfect. 

Words: 6,893

Edited: Literally not at all sorry guys 

Author’s Note: Good morning to everyone who did not ask!!! I’m gonna double post my fic for all of my two followers, whom I love and cherish very much 🥰🥰

I honestly was not expecting this fic to end up being ot3, that kinda took me by surprise. So did my 2k turning into almost 7k, that was a little bit of fun. 

I’m going to try to put in a read more, if I fail PLEASE tell me I don’t want anyone to have to scroll through everything. 

Read it on Ao3 here. 

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It was the cool quiet of the evenings that kept him from even entertaining the thought of returning to London. Nights at the Dursley’s had never been this calm, always filled with Aunt Petunia or Vernon’s yelling, Dudley’s taunts, or the rumbling of an empty stomach, sent to bed without a bite of the dinner that he helped to cook. 

He never went to bed hungry anymore. It was one of his triggers, they found out one night when he’d spent all day working on one of his projects and forgotten to eat- laying in the dark with his stomach beginning to knaw on itself in protest had sent him spiralling nearly into a fully blown panic attack. The Dursley’s had fucked him up, for sure. 

It was not long that they’d been living together in their little cottage that Harry made a joke about cupboards and beds. It was bound to come up eventually, but he had hoped, somehow, to put the ensuing conversation off forever. 

Before they had even gotten into details, Hermione’s eyes had started to water in a way that made him, quite frankly, uncomfortable. “All these years, and we never even knew? You’ve gone home to them every summer! I knew they didn’t feed you very well, but God, Harry. I didn’t think it was this bad." 

He could tell that Ron felt the same way, but he’d never been particularly good at expressing it. Instead, Harry got twice the usual serving at dinner, and Ron’s grip was tight around him when they settled down to watch a movie later.

The next day at breakfast, Hermione brought it up again. She’d started by trying to convince him to file a court case against them. 

"It’s a serious case of child abuse, Harry. They were horrible to you, and they shouldn’t be able to get away with it.” That argument had not gone down well, as Harry had first denied that there was any child abuse involved, however horrible they’d been, and then added on that he had no idea where they’d ended up after the war. He also didn’t really ever want to see them again, though he left that part out. He had a feeling it might not help his case. 

“Well, you should at least go to therapy. It might help you process what they put you through.” She held up a finger when she saw him going to argue and said, “Listen, even if you don’t think the Dursley’s abused you, I still think you should go to therapy. Don’t pretend you haven’t stopped sleeping because of the nightmares, Harry Potter, so help me God. I know what you look like when you’re well-rested and this isn’t it. Those bags under your eyes could carry our groceries. Actually, I think we should all go. It’s not as though you’re the only one who went through a year on the run in addition to all the other fun trauma that comes with war." 

Ron was a little confused about what therapy was until they explained the concept to him and he shouted out, "Mind healers! Oh! Yeah, we have those.” This, thankfully, saved them from the ordeal of finding an either muggleborn or squib therapist so that they could talk about magic without being declared properly insane. 

Harry had been apprehensive about going to anyone who could claim to fix his mental issues- in part because he was half in denial about those mental issues to begin with. Yes, he had trouble sleeping most nights because of nightmares. Yes, he felt guilty about every single death that had happened during the war. Yes, the Dursley’s had treated him horribly for all of his life. But everyone had nightmares because of the war, those deaths really were his fault because they were all fighting for him, and the Dursley’s just hadn’t liked him that much on account of his parents. The hate was mutual, after all. 

It only took one session with his mind healer, Gertha, for him to begin to open up to the idea that maybe he was a little bit misguided. Gertha was an 80 year old witch with gray hair just beginning to pepper her bun, and she took no shit. Her age had given her the grace of being willing to properly fight him when he started to go into a spiral, and she had a dry wit that he appreciated. Halfway through the first time they met, he’d started talking about the war and how it was his fault. Her eagle-eyed stare had stopped him in his tracks, and he’d asked, “What?" 

"Boy, you are taking on far too much responsibility here. You think all those people died just for you? You think the war wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been around? No! Voldemort was coming back, with or without you- he would have found a way. And just because you were the face of the war, that does not make you the war. A rallying point does not control those who gather around it, it simply exists as a marker, a way to say ‘we are here.’ Those people did not die just for you, you hear me? They were going to fight either way. People don’t like to lay down and give up when their loves and lives are threatened." 

At the time, he hadn’t believed a word she’d said, but he liked the way she said it. It wasn’t quite scolding, more disbelieving than anything else. She also had said that Voldemort was coming back with or without him, even without knowing about the horcruxes. He liked her wit and the easy way she had handled his self-pity. She reminded him a bit of Professor McGonagall, and that in and of itself was a recommendation to him. 

He went back the next week, because she had told him to and he liked her. He felt lucky that he found someone he liked right away, because both Ron and Hermione didn’t like the first Healers they talked to. Hermione had not liked the bright, peppy young witch who was apparently entirely too optimistic. "Her office was covered in little paper flowers, as though she didn’t deal with grown adults. As soon as I mentioned the war she started patronising about how she felt there surely must have been a better option than fighting, like maybe talking. First of all, did she do literally any research before I walked into the room? Honestly, what if I had been just a mite more fragile? Or Harry?" 

"Hey! I resemble that remark!” A pillow found its way through the air in the direction of his face. 

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m ranting. Anyway, she was absolutely insane. 'Why did they have to fight?’ Because when another wizard throws a curse at you, you aren’t gonna just fucking stand there and take it! Good God, woman. I don’t know where she was during the war, but she clearly wasn’t paying any kind of attention to Britain. How did she even get her Healer’s license? Ridiculous.” Hermione took an angry sip of her tea and she and Harry both looked to Ron. 

“Yeah, mine wasn’t as bad as all that. I just didn’t really think he had the type of vibe I’m looking for. Kinda reminded me of my dad, actually. Not really what I wanted.” After sympathetic nods from the other two, Ron turned towards the TV. “What are we planning on tonight?" 

"Right! I forgot completely. The Princess Bride! The librarian was raving about it when I was checking it out, so hopefully it’ll be good.” As Ron was raised in a wizarding household, Harry hadn’t really had much of a childhood by way of movies, and Hermione’s parents had been very strict, the three of them had decided to work their way through iconic muggle films that they’d missed over the years. They’d all liked The Breakfast Club the week before, though they were postponing Star Wars from two weeks ago until they could get through the fight scenes without having semi-simultaneous panic attacks. 

The Princess Bride was a hit, and Hermione liked it enough that she put the VHS on her to-buy list. They wanted to build up their own collection of movies that they liked for rewatching purposes. Hermione had argued that going to the Blockbuster and renting a movie was much more cost effective that just buying all of them outright, since they were trying to get through at least a movie a week. The boys had decided not to argue, as she tended to be right about most things (and was also managing their finances). 

Three weeks later, Ron had found a mind healer he liked, and Hermione was still stuck. Ron never said much about the therapy sessions he went to, while Hermione preferred to rant after hers. “God, it’s like he wasn’t even listening! There has to be at least one healer out there that I can actually talk to with a modicum of intelligence." 

Ron and Harry traded glances. Harry’s look was quizzical, Ron’s was certain. It seemed that Harry would be the one to say it, then. ”'Mione, do you think that there’s a chance that maybe you’re having trouble finding a therapist because you don’t want to give any of them the chance to help?“ 

She was quiet for a moment. "I mean. I had considered it, but. Well. None of them- well. I suppose I may not have been entirely fair with all them. Although I stand by everything I’ve said." 

"Everything you’ve said? Your main complaint about the last one was that she wore a cardigan instead of doing warming charms on herself. You may want to rethink that, love.” Ron’s tone was gentle and amused. It was a good thing, because Harry was fairly certain she’d have bitten his head off if it’d been anything but. 

“Oh. Yes, well. Maybe a tad.” She coloured as she admitted it, and then added, “It was a truly hideous cardigan, though." 

"And warming charms are a rather simple.” Harry mimicked the arch way that Hermione said things of people she looked down on, a voice that only those close to her ever really got to hear. She never mocked people in polite company, but both Ron and Harry knew that she could be properly vicious when she felt like putting in effort. Ron laughed, and then Hermione did too, a second later. They descended into giggles for a few moments before subsiding. 

“Really, though. Your main complaints about her were her clothing, and not the soundness of her advice. Maybe try a second session with her, and see if it was a one off? If the only thing you could come up with was an ugly sweater then she must have been rather on the nose about everything else." 

"Hmmm. Maybe. She did seem reasonably intelligent, actually." 

The matter was concluded for the night, and they all went off to bed. After a night of rest, Hermione felt comfortable admitting that, looking back, it was rather obvious that she had been searching for faults as an excuse not to have to be vulnerable around people she didn’t know very well.

The solution to this, according to her mind healer, would be to get to know each other before starting. Hermione raved about how intelligent the woman was when she got home, and Ron and Harry once again traded glances. They didn’t say anything, but they were glad to have been able to help her find someone she actually liked. Neither was surprised that she was happy so quickly. It had been clear to them, before, that she was searching for faults. 

Their lives went on. Tuesdays became therapy days, and they’d all go out for ice cream afterwards. Eventually, Harry and Hermione ended up back in the workforce. Ron decided to stay home and take care of the house. (He referred to the two of them as his sugar parents, an idea that deeply offended Hermione. Harry thought it was hilarious.) 

Harry had toyed with the idea of going on to become an auror like he’d thought he wanted when he was 15. It did not take him very long to decide that he’d only really come up with the idea in the first place because he’d supposed that his life’s purpose was fighting Voldemort, and the aurors could have given him a leg up in that. With as long as it had taken him to accept that his life had meaning beyond fighting and defeating a dark lord, he wasn’t going to give that up now. 

They ended up spending the entire evening brainstorming when he brought up wanting to get a job. Even if he was never going to be an auror, he was still starting to get restless with all the free time they’d accrued living off the map together. 

"You could be a- a- um, fuck, what’re they called. Bus driver!! That’s a job.” Hermione, rather drunk on her fourth glass of wine, had taken to suggesting whatever came to mind. 

“I don’t drive, I’m gay." 

"Mmmm, you’re just as bi as the rest of us, darling. I bet we could figure it out. Actually, you know what, we should probably get a car.” She was starting to light up the way she did when she had a goal, and Ron groaned loudly. 

“God, I forgot we never even learned to drive. Do we have to? I can apparate half-decently, and so can Harry. We could just practice and then not drive." 

At Hermione’s put-out look, Harry interjected. "I’ll put bus driver on the list, but I don’t know that we need to drive. Where are we going? Half the shit we eat we grow ourselves." 

"That’s right! It’s sus- sustains- no, oh my god, I’m drunk- sustainsabilities. Fuck, I can’t speak. Sustainabilities. Yup, it’s sustainable! We’re helping the environment.” Hermione had, at some point during their conversation, migrated sideways so that she was leaning almost entirely on Harry. 

“'Mione, you have to move. You gotta- lean on Ron, I have to pee.” She snorted and nuzzled slightly further into his chest. 

“Hmmm, you do that." 

A few seconds later, there were snores coming from her frame, and Harry looked over at Ron, who was shaking with silent laughter. "Don’t laugh, I have to pee! Help me move her." 

Harry pushed at Hermione’s shoulder, and she flopped a little bit onto the back of the couch. Ron doubled over in another round of giggles, and Harry hissed, "Ron, I swear to god- if I start laughing I’m gonna piss! You gotta- oh my god- help!" 

At this point, Harry had started laughing and tried to slip out from under his girlfriend. Instead of quietly moving her without waking her, she fell and glanced her head off the arm of the couch. A brief moment of panic ensued, in which Harry and Ron both tried to check on her at once, and only succeeded in bonking their heads together. 

Ron was gasping through peals of laughter as he grabbed onto Harry to avoid falling off the couch. "Oh- oh shit, oh fuck, oh my god. Is- is she- fuck- is she okay? Harry, you fucking idiot, check her head." 

"She’s fine, dipshit. Fuck, that could have been so bad, shit.” Harry had sobered for the moment that it took to remember the diagnostic spell to make sure that Hermione was actually okay, and upon confirmation he sank back into the humor of the situation. 

“Goddamnit, I can’t believe that happened. Good god.” He wiped his eyes and then got up to actually use the bathroom. 

“Don’t get a concussion in there, Harry, the last thing we need is two of them.” Ron called after him, and he responded with a one fingered salute in the general direction of his boyfriend. He heard Ron’s collapse against the couch as he closed the bathroom door. 

It was as he was staring at the green tiling on the bathroom floor that he found himself reflecting on the fact that if that had happened a few months ago, it would have gone much worse. Any injuries sustained by the three of them were largely blind territory that brought back horrible memories for the worst of the months after the war. It was remarkable that they could laugh through it, now. 

When he came out to stick his still slightly damp hands under Ron’s jumper, he found Ron and Hermione curled up together, softly snoring. He smiled and climbed onto their couch next to them, levitating a blanket over the three of them as he went. It was a good night. 

The next morning, he woke up first. They’d ended up tangled closer together in sleep, but he was still on the edge and managed to slip out to start breakfast and find the paracetamol for the three of them. 

Breakfast was quieter than usual, with lots of gestures and grunts when someone wanted something. Wine hangovers were no joke. Later in the day, they went out to the garden together to weed, and Hermione suggested gardening as a potential profession. Harry vetoed, with the reasoning that he got to do it enough at home. 

Ron bounced off that logic to suggest Quidditch, and they had the first of what would end up as their two final options. The other was working as a professor, which Harry took a full week to warm up to the idea of. 

“I don’t know, becoming a professor seems like kind of a big deal. First of all, you’re shaping students’ whole lives, and second of all wouldn’t I need, like, higher education?" 

"Oooh, good point, actually. I believe you would need to get a mastery in the subject that you want to teach, which you can obtain by apprenticing under an expert in the field. I think that was in Hogwarts: A History? It might have come from somewhere else, I’m not sure. As for the other thing, I’ve seen you with kids, Harry. You’re brilliant. I don’t know that you even really need to worry about that quarter." 

"Mate, it might be good for you to get a mastery, actually. They usually discuss them with seventh years at Hogwarts, so I don’t really know much about them. Charlie’s was how he got started in Romania, actually." 

"Huh. That makes a lot of sense, actually. I always wondered if wizards had an equivalent to college, but I was a bit busy worrying about the dark wizard trying to kill me for most of my life, so I never got the chance to look it up.” Harry had actually considered asking McGonagall about it during his consultation on his future, but they’d started talking about Defense Against the Dark Arts exams before he could mention it. 

“Harry, you should write McGonagall about it. She’s always looking for new teachers, and even if you don’t end up wanting to do it, she can give you advice on how to start looking for a mastery, which you’ll pretty much need for most jobs, anyway." 

With that, they’d settled the matter. He wrote to McGonagall, and she replied promptly with an invitation to her office to discuss it in person. 

McGonagall had taken Dumbldore’s old office. Harry had known that she would, as Headmistress, but it still shocked him a little to see the space decorated so differently. Minerva McGonagall was a practical woman, and as such had no need for random devices scattered about the room. He walls were lined with shelves full of books of many kinds, and her fire was roaring. She and Harry sat across from each other in matching armchairs that Harry swore must have had some kind of charm on them, because they were the most comfortable chairs he’d ever sat in. 

"Professor-” Harry started, and then stopped. He wasn’t quite certain how to go about this meeting, on unfamiliar territory. She wasn’t quite his teacher anymore, and he didn’t know how to approach that. 

“You can call me Minerva, Harry. You are no longer my student.” The way she said it was not unkind, but he still felt lightly chastised. “I believe you wanted to discuss how to proceed in finding a career in the wizarding world?" 

"Um. Yes. Well. Minerva- hmmm, yeah that tastes strange. Minerva, I’ve been thinking that it would be a good idea to get myself back out into the world, starting with a job. Ron, Hermione, and I have been fine in our cottage, but sometimes it- I just feel like it’s time. I’m getting a bit restless, I think." 

Minerva looked amused at his rambling. "I know how that feels. Did you know that after Elphinstone and I got married, I took a break from teaching?" 

"Really?” Harry was genuinely surprised, because he couldn’t really imagine Minerva as a house wife. 

“Yes, really. I took a year off to take care of our home and try my hand at being a stay at home wife. A year was about all I could stand, honestly. I ended up going back to teaching the following September, I was lucky enough that Albus had been unable to fill my position beyond a temporary professor. I loved our house and I loved spending time with my husband, but I found it difficult to be alone all day and trying to productively fill my days. I also missed my students with no small amount of fierceness." 

"I definitely know how that feels. We have plenty of things to do but it’s so easy to get distracted without the structure of school." 

"Hmm. Speaking of which, how much do you know about masteries, Harry? I know that you and your peers all missed our usual talks about them, but you are also living with one Hermione Granger, who I am sure knows a fair amount about them through the pure virtue of planning three years ahead at least at all times." 

Minerva said it with humor and fondness in her voice, and Harry chuckled. "You’re not wrong. I know that it’s a bit like muggle college, and that it’s essentially an apprenticeship? I am a little bit confused about what one would do if they got to their mastery and found out that they’d picked something that they actually don’t like as much as they thought they did- for muggles they would just change their major, but if you’re working with one specific person because of their expertise in the subject that you’ve chosen, what do you do?" 

"That’s a good point. Most students have at least an idea of what they want to do based on what classes they liked while they were in school, but many don’t. Towards the end of seventh year, we allow students to start trying out different concentrations. Many will start to work with teachers in subjects that they like to see if they like the subject as much as they think they do. If we don’t have anyone specializing in the subject that they are thinking of, we can, more often than not, find someone who is willing to allow them to tail their work for a week or so to see if that’s something they like. We encourage students to look into at least three different masteries so that they can fully explore their options. This helps most students decide where they’ll end up, but even if you get to where you want to be and then decide that it actually isn’t for you, it’s not nearly as difficult to try something new as it would seem." 

"Good lord, that it a lot of information.” Minerva tilted her head slightly in acknowledgement. “So, if I start where I am now, without any weeks of tailing anyone and a bit beyond graduation, what do I do?" 

"Well, I might suggest taking remedial courses for the year that you missed, to start. It might help some with the boredom that you were talking about earlier, and you are a bright young man. I have no doubt that you will find you can complete the courses in far less time than it would take you to complete a full school year. We thought about offering students an option to complete an extra 'eighth’ year, but ultimately decided to keep Hogwarts at its usual seven years, and instead look into alternate options for them to finish. That September, most of our older students weren’t ready to return to the school anyway. War takes its tolls." 

"Isn’t that just ridiculously true? We were all wrecks for months, rather a bit. In the end Hermione pushed us to start going to therapy, and that helped loads. As for the completing the courses, I think that’s a good idea- I could probably do them with Hermione and Ron, Hermione’s been trying to figure out the logistics of finishing seventh year since it occurred to her that we never did, nevermind the fact that she’s performing spells of that level since fifth year." 

"I’ve been trying to remember that that is a letter I need to send out to everyone, though I keep forgetting. Even this far down the line, we’re still working through castle repairs and damages. There is always so much to do… well, that’s no excuse for slacking, regardless. I’ll have to add it to the list." 

She pulled out a piece of parchment from seemingly nowhere, and began to write on it with a quill also pulled from the ether. 

Harry was deservedly very impressed. "That was awesome, professor- what spell was that?" 

"I am no longer your professor, Harry. That is a useful little spell Filius taught me… " 

Their visit went on, with Minerva imparting far too much wisdom for Harry to ever be able to remember it all. They discussed a wide variety of topics, and McGonagall seriously considered all of the options that he had looked into, and was a particular fan of the quidditch idea. "Even if you don’t end up doing it as a career, it’s an excellent way to stay in shape. Far too many of my students simply stop playing when they decide on an office job, such a shame, and so much wasted potential as well." 

That particular comment sparked a long discussion about the merits of playing quidditch recreationally, which led to them talking about the professor’s league at the school. Harry was shocked that he hadn’t known about it as a student, had never heard it mentioned, and Minerva laughed at him for it. Apparently there were many secrets of the staff and school that students didn’t know about. 

When he left with several biscuits tucked away in a container for travel to bring to Ron and Hermione, he felt better. He was almost entirely decided on what to do for his apprenticeship, and he had a solid plan for his next few years. After the uncertainty of being on the run for a year combined with the certainty that he wouldn’t live past 17, it felt good to know what he was going to do, and additionally know that it had nothing to do with dark wizards. It was rare for him to be anything resembling normal. 

Ron and Hermione listened animatedly to his recollection of the meeting. Hermione was especially delighted to find that they’d have a way to complete their schooling, while Ron was relieved that it was from home. "Gotta be honest, I don’t want to go back to Hogwarts. It’s lovely, and in a special way it will always be home, but I think there are a tad too many memories lurking around corners for me to be completely comfortable there ever again." 

Harry nodded, though he wasn’t entirely certain he agreed. It was something he’d not considered, the memories contained within the school’s walls. Hogwarts was his home, and it likely would always be in his mind, the first place that he ever truly felt comfortable. But with how bad his PTSD had been, and still was on occasion, would he be able to live there? Walk its halls the way he had as a child? He wasn’t sure. 

They started their schooling a month, later, when it became widely available. The three of them were in some of the same core classes, as they’d always been, but they were all taking different paths and therefore most of the time they spent with papers spread out around them at the dinner table that they never ate at were for actual working, not talking. 

Ron was taking only what interested him, just enough courses to be able to get his degree. He tended to finish his work before the other three, and would go kiss the top of their heads as he got up to go start dinner. Hermione had taken as many courses as she could fit, as always. It was almost worse than third year, because the courses weren’t held in person. She had taken that to mean that if she could find the time for it in her personal schedule, she could fit it in. 

Ron and Harry had talked her down from taking all available courses. She’d ended up with a fairly large courseload regardless, but that was to be expected. 

Harry was, as ever, in the middle. He found himself with a courseload he was happy with, a few extra classes that he thought could be interesting, but not so many that he was constantly doing work. That worked out well for him, because he’d taken an herbology elective having to do with the growing of potions ingredients in the wild. It turned out that understanding the ingredients in a deeper sense than just their names was immensely helpful for potions. He’d never been doing better in a potions class without cheating, and he’d also begun to actually understand some of the notes Snape had left in the margins of the stolen book. 

They got through their class work and watched movies and made tea and went for walks and before they knew it, the holiday season was upon them. Their classes all had breaks for Christmas, and they took full advantage of that time. 

"What d'you think we should get Molly this year?” Harry through the question out from his position on the couch, draped across Ron and Hermione’s laps. 

“That’s gotta be some sign of adulthood, having to give your parents Christmas gifts.” Ron’s fingers paused their carding through his hair as he digested the question, and then he resumed. “I bet she’d like some of that cleaner we saw the other day, the one that changes scent." 

"Oooooh, good point. I was thinking maybe some new knitting patterns, actually- I found a bunch in the clearance section in the bookshop we went to the other day.” Hermione started diligently scribbling on the parchment in front of her under the “parents” section of her well-organized christmas shopping/gift ideas list. She turned to her boys to say something more, but as she opened her mouth the tinny sound o a timer going off filled the room “That;s your turn done then, Harry. Scoot." 

"Awww, but I’m so comfortable, 'Mione.” Harry pleaded to Hermione’s uncaring eyes as he heaved himself upwards out of Ron’s lap. Ron scooted down the couch to take Hermione’s place as she laid down to replace Harry. 

“Mhmmm. Well, it’s my turn to be comfortable.” Harry’s fingers found their way to her hair as her quill and parchment floated in the air by her head. “Alright, where was I? Okay. Ummmm, right! Under Molly, I want: "knitting needles, pattern books, and scent changing cleaning spray." 

The quill started scratching across the page as Hermione explained, "The other day over tea she mentioned to me that she hadn’t a good way to organize her needles, and usually has so many projects going that half the time she doesn’t know which ones are already in use and which aren’t. I think we should get her a new set so that she can have doubles AND an organizing system. I’m sure if we look hard enough we can find a case that has an extension charm on it, or we can do one ourselves." 

Ron looked down at Hermione with a smile on his face. "Brilliant. Alright, who’s next?" 

Harry glanced at the parchment hanging in the air to see which space was blank. "Looks like we don’t have anything for Ginny, which should be easy enough. She was complaining about her broom the other day, but I know she likes the model too well to want a new one. I was thinking a broom servicing kit?”

The evening went on like that, and they eventually had at least a rough sketch of what they would be looking for when they went out to do Christmas shopping. They found a fair amount of the things actually on the list, and were able to get suitable substitutes where they couldn’t. 

Their Christmas plans were this: they spent Christmas Eve at Hermione’s aunt’s house. She explained to them that her mother’s siblings had a rotation going, and that next year the three of them would likely be required to come to her parents’ aid with hosting. Her family was surprisingly large, and she told them that they tended not to gather for anything other than holidays. She never talked about them because there weren’t any other wizards in the family. 

They found out that this was not actually true on Christmas Eve, when Ron walked in on one of the cousins changing her kid’s diaper with a spell. It was a rather awkward conversation, while Ron tried to explain that he was a wizard and she tried to obliviate him. Eventually, the truth came out: her cousins were American, and hadn’t been particularly affected by the war. They, in all honesty, had been remarking to each other all night that Harry looked oddly familiar to them, but had been unable to parse out exactly what it was. 

They ended up setting up a lunch date for all of them for later that week before they apparated back to Minnesota. The cousins were very excited to find that there was another wizard in the family, and Hermione was similarly vibrating. 

“I can’t believe, all this time, and I didn’t even know! I knew it would make sense that some of my relatives would be magical, but I didn’t think it would actually happen. I obviously wasn’t going to sniff around and risk them finding out just to see if they really were muggles or not. Oh my goodness, this is amazing. I wonder what schooling looks like in America? I mean, I know the basic principles, of course, but I would love specifics. It’s such a big country, and Ilvermorny is the main school that we hear of, but I’m certain they wouldn’t have travelled that far just for school, that doesn’t make sense, does it?" 

”'Mione, we’re having lunch with them later this week. I’m sure they’ll be happy enough to answer your questions. We certainly don’t know the answers.“ 

Ron nodded as he hoisted the backpack holding their gifts in it higher on his shoulders. They were walking to the closest apparition point. According to Harry, who was using google maps, they were about 5 minutes away. 

"Turn left here. For tonight we should just focus on trying to get ourselves home, I think. Did we end up finishing the wrapping for tomorrow?" 

"Oh shit, I forgot, actually. We ran out of wrapping paper. We only have a few left, but still. Should we find a Tesco and stop in? It’s not too late, is it?" 

"They’re open til 10.” Ron stopped walking for a moment to consult his watch on the time, which read out 9:37 p.m. 

“Alright, let’s go then." 

The tesco had one roll of wrapping paper with lumberjack Santa Claus’s dancing across it with axes. They were not literally dancing of course- there was a Tesco in London with a wizard section where they might have found something similar, but they hadn’t the time to go to it. 

The next day, George refolded his "hot santa claus” wrapping paper into a hat and wore it all through dinner. Molly was too happy that he was smiling to scold him about it, although she did have to excuse herself at one point. When Harry came in to check on her, she was crying lightly into a handkerchief. 

“Oh, don’t worry about me, dear. I’ll be alright- he just- oh, for the love of- he looks very much like his brother.” She blew her nose and took a deep breath. A weak smile graced her face as she looked up at Harry. “It’s hard, still. It’s been getting better, but- well, I didn’t think they could even survive without each other. I used to look at the two of them, always together, always finishing each other’s sentences, and think, god, they’re just like my brother’s, and oh, thank goodness they’ll never have to be apart. I just- I just wish I’d been right.” Her voice broke a little bit on the last word, and she started dabbing at her eyes again. 

“I know. I remember in school, they were always together. No one thought they should ever be apart, but. I don’t know. George is doing- not well, but- he’s surviving. That’s all we can ask of him. That’s all we can ask of any of us, really. I think he’s being happy in Fred’s memory, instead of in spite of it, you know?" 

"Oh, I know, dear, I know. It’s just difficult. I’ll get over myself, I just needed a moment. I love seeing him smile again, it’s like Fred’s back, just for a little. Fetch me a glass of water?" 

Harry nodded and swiftly vacated the room. Even after all his therapy, he was still shit with emotions. He found Arthur and informed him of the situation, sending him back to his wife with the water she requested. He knew that was the right decision when he saw Molly again, tears dried, laughing at something Arthur was saying. Her arm was laced through his, a glass of wine in her hand as she leaned against him on the couch. 

He took a minute to reflect that he rarely saw Molly so relaxed, and especially not since the war. He was glad that they’d healed enough at this point that they could, at the very least, enjoy Christmas. His musing were interrupted when Ron came up to him from behind and hugged him. "We’re going to play pick-up, you’re on my team. Ginny’s pissed about it, come on." 

He turned into his boyfriend with a smile on his face and give him a peck. "Excellent, let’s go crush her." 

Ginny, who was training to be a professional quidditch player, soundly kicked their asses. George and Bill helped too. 

As punishment for losing, Ron, Harry, and Charlie went skinny dipping into the pond on the property, but ended up just getting everyone else wet until they all went swimming together, whooping and laughing. 

It was a good night, and Harry woke up sandwiched between Ron and Hermione. He was content to lay there and wait for them to wake up, listening to their breathing and looking at the rise and fall of their chests. They were here, and they’d made it through- he hadn’t thought they would. In the deepest recesses of his mind, he’d done out the math and he had been so certain that they wouldn’t make it through the war all together- something would have to give. Thank god he was wrong, pseudo death or no. He wanted to be nowhere else than where he was, listening to the Weasley household wake up on a Christmas morning. 

They all got up eventually, slowly stumbling their way into the kitchen as the lure of coffee and sausages called to them. Mrs. Weasley seemed happy to have all of her birds back in the nest. Percy kissed her cheek as he left for work, the only one who hadn’t been able to get the day off. The rest of them sat down to eat. 

Overall, it was one of the best Christmases he’d had in a long time, one of the few that he’d truly been able to enjoy. It was reminiscent of some of his first Christmases at Hogwarts, the first ones that he’d ever known what it was like to get presents that weren’t hand-me-downs or worthless garbage. 

He thought about that feeling of being new to a world of literal magic, and the fact that the most magical part of it all had been that he’d had an out, that he’d been able to get far away from the Dursleys for 9 months. He liked this feeling better. Contentedly settled into his skin, with a wide and bright future set out in front of him. He couldn’t help but think that just maybe, there was nowhere better to be. 

[rambling-at-midnight]

Tech Ed Sucks

Stranger Things Fic

Request: Hii! 1st time requesting something, I hope it’s okay! Could you write a Will/Reader where she finds something in common w/ Mike and it seems like she enjoys spending time with him more than she does with Will, and when he tries to confront her, she says he’s being ridiculous and there’s no reason for him to be paranoid, and she doesn’t realise it hurt his feelings, so he talks to Eleven and she’s in the same boat, and they do pretty much what Mike and Reader are doing, so that they both realise (anonymous)

So you didn’t finish the request, anon, but I think I went where you were going. Hope you like it!

Pairing: Will Byers x Reader

“Hey, Y/N, these are my friends,” Will introduces, motioning to the group of people sitting at his lunch group. You’ve seen them all in different situations, but never together; that redheaded girl always skateboards around and the boy with the dark curly hair and dorkish sweater has had to fix problems teachers have had with technology more than a few times. They’ve all been a little too intimidating for you to approach on your own; like you’d said, the redhead is a skateboarder, and the curly-dark-haired boy and the curly-haired girl you can only assume is his girlfriend are literally never apart, and you don’t want to intrude on that. Not to mention the boy with the wild but light curls always looks to be joking around with everyone and popular. The last boy, the dark-skinned one, plays basketball, which means he is automatically cool.

So, really, you feel like the only approachable one is Will. He’s in your art class and pretty quiet. You’ve never even see him with these people, so it’s a coincidence that he’s friends with them. Pretty close friends, too, if he’s leaving his art friends to sit with them and everyone else is leaving their own friends to sit here. You know for a fact that the dark-haired boy always has an invitation to sit with the basketball guys, and to turn down an invitation with them takes guts.

So it’s a bit intimidating for you, the new girl at the school for the past five months, to sit down at this table of clearly very close friends when every other day at lunch you’ve been eating in the library despite it being against the rules. You just hide your food when the librarian’s watching; it’s easy.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” he continues. “My…”

You tense. You and Will are definitely something. Neither of you are for sure about what you are, but there’s definitely feelings that are reciprocated. Now what those feelings are you have to figure out.

“Hey!” the curly-light-haired boy says, extending his hand. “I’m Dustin. You’re in my science and P.E., right?”

“That sounds right,” you say, shaking his hand (seriously, what kid shakes hands?). He’s got a good, firm grip, though, even if his hands are slightly sweaty. You try to discreetly wipe your hands on your pants under the table after you sit down. “You’re the class clown, right?”

The dark-skinned boy and the redheaded girl offer small chuckles.

“I’m Mike,” the boy with the dark curls says, offering you a smile that that doesn’t show teeth and a small wave. “This is El.” He nudges the girl you’d assumed to be his girlfriend with his elbow and she offers you another smile without teeth. She doesn’t wave, though, or echo the greeting.

Did you do something to offend her? Then again, you’re pretty sure she’s just like that; you’ve noticed that Mike’s practically her voice during class and nobody’s batted an eye. Maybe she’s deaf.

“I’m Max,” the redhead says, waving at you with her sandwich. A few crumbs land in Dustin’s hair and he groans at her. “That’s Lucas.” She jerks a bit and Lucas groans and clutches his leg. She’d obviously kicked him under the table. “So how do you know Will?”

“We’re in the same art and history class,” you respond, taking a bite out of your own sandwich. Plus, you’ve met at the arcade more than a few times. And at Benny’s...

“Hey, you’re in my Tech Ed class, right?” Mike asks, staring at you and squinting like he’s just trying to place you.

“I think so?” You shrug. “Probably. You looked sorta familiar, so that might be it.”

“What do you think about Mr. Short?”

You make a face and immediately regret it. What if he likes Mr. Short?

To your relief, Mike laughs and gestures at you. “I know, right?”

“He doesn’t explain a thing!” you exclaim. “And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know how to use a computer!”

“I know more about that class than he does!” Mike responds excitedly.

Will and Eleven lock eyes as you and Mike talk in increasingly loud voices, as if you’ve forgotten the rest of the table is even there. When El puts her hand on Mike’s knee, he doesn’t even notice, and you’re talking so loudly you don’t even hear the bell ring for the end of lunch.

“Talk to you later, Mike!” you say, waving over your shoulder at him as you walk away. When you turn around, you hug your books to your chest and grin at Will. “Wow, Mike’s really nice!”

Will sighs and turns the volume up on the TV once more. Eleven sits next to him, trying to watch the show, but you and Mike aren’t making it easy. Will swears he hears you say ‘Mr. Short’ five times in less than as many minutes.

Will hadn’t intended for it to be only you four. That would make it seem too much like a double date and he is not dating you. He has no idea what you feel about him. Honestly, at this point it sort of feels like you’re more interested in Mike than you are him, and if Will didn’t know any better, he’d say Mike’s interested back.

Unfortunately, Max and Lucas were off doing their own thing (both vehemently insisted it wasn’t a date, but why else would they be going to a diner just the two of them on a Friday night?) and Dustin had to take his mom’s cat to the vet.

So the moment you and Mike arrived, you were talking about your one (one! Will shares two classes with you and so does Dustin!) tech ed and your infuriating teacher and the latest unclear homework he assigned.

Will had even told you that it sort of felt like you were interested in Mike. You’d brushed him off, which made him think that, maybe, you might be interested in Mike. You’d just said that he was being crazy, which was sort of rude, now Will thinks about it. Whenever he brings up concerns like that to Jonathan and his friends they listen to him.

Well, except Mike now. He’d also told Will that he was practically crazy for thinking he may have feelings for you despite the fact that he’d brought El here and has barely said a word to her. Besides, Will has it on good authority that Mike didn’t sneak over to the cabin on last Saturday night even though he always does. El had acknowledged that the Chief had been sending Mike dirty looks recently, so he might not have wanted to risk it, but why wouldn’t he have just told El?

Will’s not sure if Mike was with you Saturday night. He doesn’t want to think about it. He’d liked you. You’re smart and sweet and a really good artist. To be honest, he’d expected you and El to hit it off more than you and Mike; she wants to learn how to draw and you seem like someone that’d be willing to teach her. Now it may have something to do with the way El thinks you’re stealing her boyfriend, but she sort of hates your guts. Not that anyone can tell; she’s been ignoring you, which is par for the course when El’s at school. She loosens up a little bit at the cabin, Mike’s house, and Will’s house, but she’s still super duper quiet.

Will notices El’s hand clenching. She’s staring at you and Mike again. He puts his hand on her fist. You still don’t know about her powers and he doesn’t need El hurting you with them just because she thinks you’re making moves on her boyfriend. “Hey,” he says softly. “It’s okay. I talked to Y/N.”

El just blinks at him, which he takes as a cue to keep talking. Mike’s the best at reading El’s little cues, but given the amount of time she spends over at Will’s house while his mom and the Chief ‘hang out’, he’s gotten pretty good at it too. “She said they’re just friends.”

El shakes her head. It doesn’t look that way.

“I know,” Will says softly. “Hey, do you want to draw?”

She nods.

“But we’ve gotta trust them, right?” he continues, handing her a piece of paper and a crayon. At this point, most of El’s drawings look like children’s drawings, but he tries to be as encouraging as possible. After all, she is a superhero that saved his life, and she’s also emotionally fragile. He also can’t help but think of her like a sister. She’ll be his stepsister soon enough anyway; the Chief asked Jonathan if he could ask Joyce to marry him and Jonathan told Will.

He said yes. Will thinks.

“A relationship without trust isn’t a relationship.”

“You and Y/N?”

Will shakes his head and exhales. “I wish. I don’t know, though.” So he’s a hypocrite. So he doesn’t trust that you and Mike are ‘just friends’. It’s still good to set a good example, especially for such an impressionable young girl. “I’m just trying to work up my courage, you know?”

You have hung out with Will without Mike. You have. And Will’s pretty sure you’re acting normally when it’s just you and him. And, really, if he’s going to get into a relationship, he doesn’t want it to be like his mother’s marriage; he wants to be able to trust his partner. He also doesn’t want his partner to act like they prefer someone else’s presence over his all the time. Some of the time, sure. Will can understand if you’d rather hang out with Max while you’re talking about sports, or (if you were close to El; he’s sure you will be once El stops thinking you’re making moves on Mike) El if you want to talk about fashion. El likes fashion.

But not all the time.

Eventually you have to leave and Mike immediately comes to sit between Will and El, asking her what she’s drawing, and the purposeful way he sits between them starts to give Will an idea.

“So what do you think?”

“Yuck,” El says without looking up from the rainbow she’s coloring. Her nose crinkles. “I like Mike.”

“Yes, I know you like Mike,” Will says, bouncing his leg anxiously. “And I know you don’t like me.”

“I do!” she insists. “Just… not the same.”

“Yeah, that’s what I meant,” Will clarifies. “You like me like a friend or like a brother, right? And you like Mike as a boyfriend. And I like you as a friend or a sister, and I like Y/N as a girlfriend.” He hunches down over the table to continue coloring so El doesn’t think he’s too invested in this conversation. He really wants to try the experiment and get to the bottom of the drama, but El might not want to do it if she thinks he’s being too demanding of her. She doesn’t like to do things that aren’t choices. And he totally understands! It’s because of those assholes in the lab, but right now he really needs her to say yes. Will picks up the blue crayon for the robes of the wizard he’s drawing. Normally he hates crayons and prefers colored pencils, but El likes pencils and also feels insecure about all her differences from the other kids. Sometimes it’s nice to let go a little bit and draw with colored wax. It doesn’t look as bad making a mistake as it would if he was using a colored pencil. “But if we just pretend for, like, a day or so, then we can see if Mike still likes you like a girlfriend.”

He hears a massive sniff and looks up with alarm. Tears are already pouring down her face and cascading onto the drawing of her rainbow. Will drops the blue crayon. “El! Wait! How’d you start crying so fast? Wait, El, that’s not what I meant—” He practically throws himself around the table to hug her. “El, that’s not what I meant at all. I’m so sorry.” He looks up nervously at the sound of a car passing. If the Chief comes home and sees his daughter sobbing, Will’s gonna get murdered. “What I meant was I want to know if Y/N thinks of me as a boyfriend. Mike obviously thinks about you like a girlfriend. Didn’t he sneak out last night to come see you?”

El sniffs and wipes her nose with her sleeve, nodding. “Came to my window.”

“And it was cold last night, right? And Mike’s house is pretty far away. Plus, it was a school night,” Will points out. God, his friend is so whipped. Too bad El’s too insecure to see that. “Mike wouldn’t just do that for any of his friends.”

Wait. But Mike would do that for any of his friends. That’s just the kind of person that he is. Will curses internally and hopes El won’t think about that, but the look she gives him let him know that she knows that.

“What if Mike doesn’t want to go to the Snow Ball with me?” she wails, starting to cry harder, and Will’s at a loss. He knows that Mike and El mean a lot to each other. He honestly can’t see Mike ever leaving El, let alone for a girl he’s known for around a month. Honestly, Will’s just worried about you.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he says hurriedly. “We don’t have to pretend to like each other. I’m sorry I brought it up. Mike definitely likes you. Do you want me to get Mike? I can get Mike.” Mike always knows what to do when El’s crying.

El shakes her head, hiccuping. “Mike doesn’t like me anymore. Mike won’t help me.”

“Oh, no, El,” Will soothes, rubbing her back. “Mike does like you, I promise.”

“I don’t like Y/N!” she bursts out, clenching her fists and banging them on the table. Well, angry El is better than crying El. It’s something, at least. At least, it would be, if the crayon she’d been using to draw wasn’t hovering over the table. It’s a sign that El’s losing a teensy bit of control over her powers.

Now, Will’s got a good imagination. It’s not as good as Mike’s, obviously; Mike’s the best Dungeon Master anyone could ask for. But Will’s still got a good imagination, and right now Will’s imaging Eleven using that crayon to stab you.

“El, I just really like Y/N,” Will pleads. “This would help out a lot.”

“I’ll do it,” El says suddenly. The crayon snaps in two and falls onto the table. Will flinches. “Not too much. But…” She rolls her eyes. “To help you.”

Will grins and has to stop himself from pumping his hand into the air, crowing.

You notice when Will doesn’t greet you in the morning. He’s too deeply engrossed in conversation with El. They’re both standing by Mike’s locker, obviously waiting for him to get here.

“Hey, guys!” you greet happily, walking over to them. Your stomach flips a little bit, just like it always does when you see Will, and you hope he doesn’t notice the way your grin widens when you make eye contact with him. “What are you doing?”

“We were… just talking,” Will says, motioning between him and El. She stands on her tiptoes and whispers something into Will’s ear and his face breaks out into a wide grin. “What?” He looks at El in a way that makes your stomach churn. It’s intimate in a way and shares many more words than a mere sentence.

The smile drops off your face. Shit. Fuck. He’s moved on from you and you two weren’t even a thing. Worst thing is, he’s moved on to El, and you know how much Mike likes El. He barely stops talking about her!

“Hey, Will,” Mike greets behind you. His smile looks a little forced as he glances around. “Hey, have you seen El?”

Will shrugs and points in the direction she left. “She went that way. She probably saw Lucas or Dustin.”

Mike nods, giving Will a look you’ve never seen before, and he stalks off without even getting his books from his locker.

“Y/N, do you want to get dinner with me tonight?” Will blurts out before you can make up an excuse to escape his presence. “Like… a date?”

You blink, having gotten whiplash. Just a second ago he was flirting with El, wasn’t he? “What? A date?”

“Well, yeah,” Will says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have a funny story to tell you…”

“So me and El were super jealous, you know?” Will starts. You nod. You hadn’t realized how upset Will was by you and Mike being close. You’d thought he’d be happy that you’re getting along with his friends, and you’d also thought that if he really cared he’d make a move!

Well, he did make a move.

You hope.

“Well, we decided that we were going to try to make you and Mike jealous,” he starts and you screw up your face with disgust.

“Ew! Mike said you and El are practically siblings!”

Will huffs out a laugh. “Well, yeah. That’s why the whole scheme lasted for about five seconds until El whispered in my ear that she was sure you liked me. So… I asked you out. El’s never wrong.”

You tilt your head. “Why didn’t you just ask her in the first place?”

“I think she was a bit blinded by her hatred for you,” he says matter-of-factly.

You blanch.

“Not anymore!” Will adds, holding out a placating hand. “She just thought you were going to make a move on Mike or something. Anyways, neither of us think that anymore, so…”

You smile at Will. “I’m glad you didn’t waste either of our time on that stupid scheme. I’m also sad I didn’t take your feelings into account when you came with them to me.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Will promises. “No big deal.”

Taking a huge risk, he reaches across the table to where your hand is resting on it and laces his fingers with yours. Your eyes are wide, brain unable to function, and his fingers are so very warm.

Will smiles at the table.

I’m going to start working on a Wanda Maximoff x Stark!Reader as soon as I can. Unfortunately, my spring break is ending so I won’t be able to upload as quickly. Thank you all for the support!

[exurbiaa]

Slavonic Studies 6: Ramen Studies

Warning: Explicit

Read on AO3

“How do verbs even work,” groaned Yuuri under his breath. He was so sure that this was the third time he was reading Eugene Onegin and trying to understand it. This was the furthest thing from elementary for God’s sake. Sure, nineteenth Century Russian Literature was considered gold and everything, yes, he was sure that the era was absolutely wonderful but what in fuck did this have to do with him wanting to be an interpreter and translator (okay, it did have a lot to do with him being either of those but that’s beside the point, let him sulk in peace, thank you).

There were at least seven different books spread in front of him that should have helped him understand the working of these damned verbs but, of course, they helped him understand absolutely nothing.

For heaven’s sake, he’d spent more than three months here. You’d think he’d be somewhat closer to understanding how this shit worked.

He groaned loudly and buried his head in his arms, glancing at his phone. It was almost closing time for the library.

I should probably head back if I still have any hopes getting dinner.

“Ugh, just ten minutes. Come on, I can cram something in,” he thought out loud, dragging one of his textbooks back to him.

“No can do, kid. I’m closing up and practically starving,” came a voice from his side, a hand slamming down on the table. An irritated hiss could be heard from the next table, where only the frown of a girl was visible behind another teetering pile of textbooks, eyes tired like she hadn’t left the library in days.

“Shit that was loud, sorry. Really though, are you planning on wrapping up anytime soon?” Minako whispered, as she flexed her wrist to get the sting out.

“Doesn’t look like it,” groaned Yuuri (he’s been doing an awful lot of groaning these days), leaning back and throwing a hand over his face, trying to shield his eyes from the pendant light.

“I could help, you know? I’m kind of rusty but not that bad,” offered Minako, sliding into the single seat opposite him.

“Really?” Yuuri perked up immediately, beaming.

“Yeah, but I don’t see why you can’t ask Viktor himself. He’s absolutely lovely and quiet helpful,” Minako questioned, cocking her head a little to the side.

Yuuri’s face flushed immediately and he hid his face back in his arms. How was he supposed to explain that every time he went to ask Mr. Nikiforov something, he started flirting with Yuuri almost immediately? It really didn’t help that he was a ridiculously good-looking man and very easy on the eyes, with his pretty silver hair and piercing blue eyes, so Yuuri was almost always distracted by something or the other, be it his smooth words or his perfect smile or his long fingers.

He wanted him to whisper things into his ears in that low voice.

He wanted to kiss that bewitching smile.

He wanted those fingers to-  NOPE WE ARE GOING TO STOP RIGHT THERE, YUURI KATSUKI.

And this was precisely why Yuuri was always distracted and confused. Distracted by Mr. Nikiforov’s beauty and confused by his flirting. Really not the best combination to have when you’re taking said Professor’s class.

What made it worse was that his flirting wasn’t even in the least bit subtle. No, it was so blatant and outright that you’d have to be an idiot to not pick it up when it was directed straight at you, especially if more than 80% of his “playful” flirting with his students was directed at you.

Minako seemed to pick up on Yuuri’s embarrassment (that wouldn’t even be hard, considering that he could feel how hot and red his ears had gone) and smirked, groaning even as she did so, “Is he flirting with you?” Yuuri raised the side of his head a little to look at her out of one eye, his glasses going wonky and blocking his vision. Minako began to laugh, almost hysterically before she was tutted at again by the same girl.

“He’ll never improve, will he?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What that means is that you should probably just and take his help instead of my rusty ass trying to teach you some European language that I can only remember like, four words of.”

“Didn’t you just tell me you’re not that bad it?”

“Hey, it doesn’t hurt to exaggerate a little and maybe relearn something while helping someone else. Alright now, kid, time’s up, get the fuck out of my library.”

“Aren’t you maybe, not supposed to swear.”

“It’s past closing time, kid, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”

Yuuri could practically feel the girl at the next table glaring daggers into his and Minako’s souls. He quickly gathered his books up, carrying a heavy textbook to check out as he followed Minako to the front desk.

He watched the girl check the books out before him, sending him one last glare as she left the library, as though he’d personally offended her entire ancestral line by even being there. Minako chuckled from behind her computer, checking Yuuri’s book out and telling her to wait a little as she finished her final run through of the place.

Yuuri walked out into the cold, watching the larger lights in the library shut off one by one, throwing a soft glow from the smaller lamps onto the landscape. He was about to bid Minako goodbye and stop by some decent pizza place that was hopefully open at this time, when she strolled out of the exit, keys clinking as she twirled the key ring around her fingers.

“Care to join me for some ramen?” she asked, rooting around in her bag for something.

Yuuri lit up almost immediately, dreadfully missing a piping hot bowl of ramen but not having been able to find a decent place that sold any good ones near university. Minako glanced up at him, her tiny little frown at whatever she was searching for melting into something soft as she regarded his bright eyes. “My treat, alright?”, she said, letting out a small sound as she finally managed to fish her car keys out.

Before Yuuri could protest, she continued, “You’re a student. Best save that cash money for some textbooks or tuition. Plus, you’ve been with me far too often now for me to not take you out. Almost shameful, really.”

She walked quickly towards the parking lot, letting Yuuri trot along after her, lugging his bag along, now heavy with yet another textbook just to try and understand fucking Alexander Pushkin. 

Okay maybe not fucking Pushkin in its literal sense wait what kind of surname is Pushkin even hell it’s a whole ass euphemism what the fuck what’s the betting that at least one person used it against him as a pickup line wait doesn’t his middle name have Gay in it too what was it what was it Sir Gay something wait was he even gay wait that isn’t ri-

“-UURI!” Minako’s sharp voice cut through his thoughts and he almost landed on his ass in the snow, slipping as caught himself right before he rammed into the side of Minako’s car.

“I was just asking you if you’ve had proper ramen since you’ve come here, where’s your head at?” questioned Minako, her voice laced with a little bit of concern, watching as Yuuri fumbled with his bag while he strode towards the passenger seat.

“No, I’ve just been living off instant ramen. Couldn’t find any,” replied Yuuri, finally managing to seat himself in the car without any further problems.

Minako grinned, revving her engine up as she told him about her favourite ramen place near university. It didn’t seem to be too far, idle chatter filling any silence as the car radio blared out some pop music.

Yuuri’s tired eyes had just begun to droop when Minako pulled up in front of a small shop, its warm yellow light spilling out onto the footpath, a welcome aura drawing Yuuri towards it almost immediately.

Minako had already stalled the engine and had a hand on the restaurant door as Yuuri stepped out, letting the enticing aroma that cascaded out of the door overwhelm his senses. He breathed a deep sigh and followed Minako in.

Yuuri let a little sound of surprise out at the interiors of the place. Done in a style as close to authentic as possible, this felt more like home to Yuuri than anything he could imagine in these past few months. Minako let him bask in it all as she guided him towards one of the low tables, sitting on the tatami floor before him and calling a server over to place their orders.

Once they were done and a bottle of sake was placed on their table, Minako resumed conversing with him, talking even as Yuuri’s mind wandered, still soaking up the comforting atmosphere of the place and settling in, his concerns over verbs and men with gay as their middle names and pretty men with blue eyes disappearing slowly as his mind floated back home, Minako’s careful hands making sure he drink too much sake as they waited for their order.

The server was quick to arrive with their orders, a bowl of miso ramen and another of shoyu ramen being placed on their table just as Yuuri’s stomach had begun growling. The heady smell of broth and spices swamped his senses, his mouth watering instantly as he quickly grabbed at his chopsticks.

“Oh, Minako-sensei! Is that you, Yuuri? Hello!” a familiar, cheerful voice cut through his thoughts, ripping him from his ramen-induced haze. He quickly looked up at Minako, who had her eyes trained somewhere behind him, her face slowly splitting into a wide smile as she waved back at whoever it was behind him.

Nonononononononononononono-

“Am I interrupting something, perchance?” Yuuri felt more than heard that statement as it was stage-whispered near his ear, the accented voice far too recognizable and causing the tips of his ears to go bright red as he whipped his head to find Viktor already drawn away and settling himself onto a cushion.

“Couldn’t wait for an invitation before sitting your ass down, huh?” teased Minako, waving over the server to bring another glass to the table.

“Why bother with my favourite librarian?” drawled Viktor, turning to the waiter to place his order as well. Having done so, he looked back at them, pushing the glass towards Yuuri. “Mind pouring one out, Mr. Katsuki?” he said, in the same flirtatious drawl, a dangerous smirk creeping up on his face as he regarded Yuuri.

Yeah, fuck, he was going to need more sake for this.

[mairzymarzipan]

Christian went into the main section of the library and stood in front of the desk.  After typing for a bit, the clerk happened to look up.  She smiled.  "Christian!  I've been seeing lots of your little niece here, but not you!  How have you been?  What's going on with the eye patch?" her bosom was like a little nest her  shoulders were resting on, and her hair was blond and curled.  

"Minor accident," Christian shrugged, "Hilda's with me, by the way."

"Hey Hildy!" the librarian's face curled into a smile.  Hilda liked Anita a lot.  She was really excitable- not a whole lot like librarians are supposed to be.  "How did you like Obnoxious?"

"Oh!" Hilda had kind of forgotten that Anita had recommended that to her.  "Man, it was really good!  Really funny, and sweet, and sad too- but mostly funny.  Is it true they're gonna turn it into a musical?"  That's what Anita had told her, but Hilda hadn't found a reliable source on the internet to confirm.

"Yep!  I read it in Entertainment Weekly."

Hilda frowned, but Christian put his hand on her shoulder, "Can you recommend something else for her?  Hilda's going to go home in a few days, so something short.  But something that will help her say so long to Sacramento."

What was Christian doing?  Hadn't they established this wasn't about finding a new book to read?  What about the dording lesson?

"Hmm," Anita pressed her lips together, and asked Hilda, "Saying goodbye, huh?  Oh!  Have you read The Lover of the Flames?  It's about a poet in Venice who falls in love with a candle.  Well, not really a candle- but the fire spirit who talks to him through the candle.  It's short but poignant, and the ending- well I won't spoil it for you, but it's beautiful."

Hilda was about to open her mouth to explain that she had read that book.  It wasn't one of her favorites- the plot kind of just stumbled along, and the romantic plot was boring and the fire spirit was kind of a manic pixie dream girl.  But Christian spoke before she could say a word.

"Wait a minute," Uncle Christian said, "that's not what The Lover of the Flames was about."

Anita scoffed, "You think I'm wrong?"

"Anita," Christian said.  He was holding his ring between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it slightly.  "Don't you remember?  The Lover of the Flames was about an arsonist.  He believed that the fire was trapped and wanted to be free, so he set things ablaze, even people's houses.  It was one of those books where the villain was the protagonist."

No, that wasn't right.  Hilda took a breath, but Anita's eyes lit up.  "Oh, right, of course!  His name was-"

"Moby Dick." Christian said, hiding the ring with his hand.

"Yes, Moby Dick!  Oh, I loved the part when- when, Moby, he, uh," Anita touched her temple.

"Met Peter Pan," Christian said, "his old college roommate, and the police detective who was chasing him."

"Yes, yes!  Oh, what about the scarf?  The scarf Moby gave Peter- with a confession hidding in a cipher?  I kept wondering: when is Peter going to find the cipher?  When is is going to BREAK the cipher?  And then when he finally does, Moby is gone!  Oh, I love that man," she said, putting her hand on her clavicle, "he's so cultured!  And dreamy!  Oh, I suppose that's my love of bad boys talking," she giggled.

This was kind of annoying, even if the actual The Lover of the Flames wasn't so good.  Hilda said, sarcastically, "How about the part where Moby Dick rams the boat the other guy is on, and Peter Pan goes flying."

Anita blinked, then nodded, "Yes.  The climax!  And then he set his boat on fire, and poor Peter was left in the ocean, with pieces of his boat burning around him, and no help in sight."

Hilda gave Uncle Christian a look, but the old man was smiling.  He moved his fingers, briefly revealing the ring.  Oh.  Ohhhhh.  The Jedi mind-trick.  Anita wasn't playing along, was she?  She really believed that that dull romance novel was a cat-and-mouse mystery/thriller.  Was it that easy?  Just rub the stone, and tell a lie, and that person believe you?  Not only believe you, but fills in gaps.  

Uncle Christian trailed off with small talk, like stuff about Anita's kids and the weather, and excused himself.  He brought Hilda back into the children's room.  He stood next to a window between two shelves.

"So, it wears off, right?" Hilda asked.

"No.  She'll just have some interesting conversations about literature from now on.  It isn't as if this is the first time."

Hilda blinked, "The first time?"

"Uh, oh, whoops.  Well," Christian nodded and shrugged, "I need to test my convithyst when I get it from Cyfer."

"'Convithyst?'"

Christian nodded, "That's what we call these rings: convithyst.  Probably not the most elegant portmanteau but it works."

"So it's convince and amethyst?"  Uncle Christian nodded.

So Uncle Christian had pulled that trick before, and Anita was wrong about- "How many books?"

"Five," Uncle Christian said, "and uh, one stage production."

Hilda groaned, "You mean Obnoxious?"  

Christian grinned sheepishly.

"Doesn't that like, hurt her though?  Like, does it mess up her brain cells?"

"Oh, no, no!" Christian shook his head, "The dord is merely convincing her that she remembers thing differently.  Convincing with a lot of force.  You an I have the power to do the same thing."

Hilda snorted, "I doubt that.  I'm not a dord."

"Hilda," Christian asked, "do you remember the red pickup truck parked in the handicap space?"

"The red truck..." was this important?  Was someone important driving that truck?

"We passed it just before we came in," Christian added, "it had a ladder in the back."

"Oh," Hilda said, "oh yeah!  The red truck with the chihuahua bobblehead on the dash.  That was cute."

"Hilda," Christian said gravely, "it wasn't a red truck.  It was a black truck."

"What?" Hilda narrowed her eyes, "It wasn't a black truck!  It was red!  I remember!"

"Do you really?  Think about it.  What do you remember about the truck?"

Why was this important?  Hilda shut her eyes.  She hadn't really been paying attention, focused on other stuff when they came in.  Hilda recalled the truck in her mind- the ladder in the back and the cute bobblehead on the dash.  But when it came to color- "Red.  It was red, Uncle!"

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Yeah.  Yeah I am!"

"Look out this window, and to the right." Uncle Christian moved over.

Hilda did that.  The truck was still there, but-

"It's black!  How did it get to be black?"

"It was always black, Hilda.  I simply altered your memory of it- with the power of suggestion."

Hilda gasped, a little, then said, "Wait, are you sure you didn't use that ring on me?"

"What would the point of that be?  You're a duckback."  Huh.  That was true, "But you're not harmed, are you?  A little embarrassed maybe, but that wears off.  People alter their own memories all the time.  Truly awful people replay events in their minds to convince themselves that they have the moral high ground.  Nostalgia is a form of this, too.  The dord is doing the same thing, just more effectively."

"Yeah.  Way more effectively.  Anita started telling us details about the fake book that neither of us had mentioned."

Uncle Christian smiled, "The convithyst is very good at what it does."

"It sure is.  Anita thinks that Moby Dick is a dreamy bad boy."  Though she said it with disdain, she giggled once the phrase left her mouth.  How ridiculous!

"Not for long, though.  I want you to go back in there and tell Anita that The Lover of the Flames is about something else entirely."  He took off the ring necklace.  "Use this."

Hilda stepped back, "Oh man, Uncle Christian, I don't know!  I don't know how to use that ring.  I mean I'm not a dord tamer or anything."

"Luckily this ring is so easy a baby can use it.  All you have to do is touch the stone while speaking your lies.  Be careful though- the power of convincing is easy to abuse."

Hilda handed the necklace back, "I don't think I'm ready for that responsibility."

Uncle Christian's eyes softened, "Just the fact that you said that show's you have more maturity than other duckbacks learning the trade.  People older than you are."

Hilda scoffed, "Fifteen year olds."

"And older," Uncle Christian said, "fifteen is just the minimum age to start formal training.  But duckbacks get discovered well into their thirties and forties."

It didn't matter.  Hilda wasn't comfortable with this.  "Can I just like, correct her about The Lover of the Flames?  Repair some of the damage you did."

Christian just scoffed and told her no, "That would be too easy.  You have to practice spinning narratives, because once you get home, you'll have to do it to your parents."

"Unless we get Nathanael back before then."

"Yes, that might happen."

"Yes, that might happen."

Hilda felt heaviness in her heart.  It was one thing to lie to other people about stuff in her life, it was quite another to use magic to mess with their brains.  But Christian said that the dord didn't really hurt people, and Hilda trusted Christian.  Which, admittedly, she probably shouldn't have, because he had been hiding all this duckback stuff from her whole life.  

Why did all this stuff about dords have to be secret, anyway?  It seemed like a really tired trope.  Except this was real life.  Well, if the duckbacks had been hiding it for centuries, then they probably had a good reason.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Uncle Christian asked.

Hilda nodded.

So the duckbacks approached the desk again.  This time they had to wait in line behind a tired looking mother changing out some cartoon DVDs for some different ones, her kids hugging their favored DVD cases to their chests.  But they were out of the way soon enough, and Anita's face lit up when she saw the Drosselmeyers, "There you are again!  Did you find anything good?"

Uncle Christian beamed down at Hilda: it's all you, girl.  Hilda swallowed.

"Actually," Hilda said, "I wanted to talk to you about The Lover of the Flames some more."

"Oh great!  What did you think of the part where Peter came to the crime scene after Moby burned down the orphanage he grew up in?"

Wow.  This dord was really good.  Hilda once again looked to Christian for some guidance, but the old man was paces away, reading the jacket of some hardcover book.  Curses!  Now she really was on her own.

"I mean, wasn't that sad?" Anita asked.

"Yeah, yeah!" Hilda said, "But um, that wasn't The Lover of the Flames."

Anita scoffed, "You think I'm wrong?"

Wow, like deja vu.  Ok, just uh, slip in, and replace that memory.  That had already been replaced anyway.  Uncle Christian peeked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't you remember?  The Lover of the Flames was about this girl- this girl who could control fire!"  OK, that sounded pretty derivative so far but- she was rubbing the convithyst, and she had already committed to this.  "But um, she was the only one in her village who could do it.  The rest of the people in her village had magic that uh, uh, made plants grow!  And uh, the girl, she felt really bad because she thought her magic was only good for destroying things."

"Oh, right!  I remember that one!  I was just a girl when a read it," Anita said, "I can't remember the protagonist's name..."

"It was Eleanor Roosevelt," Hilda said.  It seemed Uncle Christian was the only one for a knack for pulling stupid names out of nowhere.

Anita's eyes lit up, "And then Eleanor meets a brooding stranger from the north with ice powers, who falls in love with her and teaches her that-"

"Actually!" Hilda jumped in, "Eleanor never hooks up!  She just learns how to love herself, even though her magic is different from everybody else's.  And that's why it's called The Lover of the Flames- because she loves her own flames!"

Anita blinked.  Uh oh- was Hilda doing this wrong?  "Doesn't that um, sound like a good book?  That you read?"

[bigcheeksandabigheart]

[Jay’s] Happy Anniversary (proof read just a lil)

Title: Let’s Give It A Try

Characters

Jay (20)

Jinri (20)

Summary: Best bros to decent lovers(?)

If Jay literally felt himself beam at the sight of Jinri huddled up next to a bookshelf of fiction novels, he keeps it to himself as he makes his way towards her with quiet steps. The corner of his lips twitch in excitement as he slots himself behind her, sliding a hand up against the bookshelf, before leaning down to whisper creepily into her ear, “Hey virgin.”

In shock, Jinri jumps in her place, almost knocking her head on Jay’s chin while letting out a loud shriek that earned them a glare or two from students around them. Jay snickers quietly behind his hand as he looks over his shoulder to meet eyes with one of the younger librarians (he’s been kicked out quite a few times already for being too loud). Before he can turn his head back around, she punches him right on the chest and if it does hurt him, he doesn’t express it. “Don’t do that you butthole!” she yelled at him in a hushed whisper. “I was just getting into the intense part of the novel, damn you!”

Jay grabs the book from her hand and looks at the cover with his eyebrows furrowed. “Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress…” Jay’s voice trails off before his eyes widen in amusement, “hey isn’t this shit the one where he fucks a girl against the tree–why are you rereading this? Pervert!”

“Stop being such an ass hat!” Jinri pushes him by the chest and takes the book away, Jay only chuckles more. With a click of her tongue, she walks off farther into the aisles of bookshelves, Jay following obediently behind her. Her fingers, run through the spines of the books as she walks by them and Jay only holds his backpack straps tighter. “Oh, shoot, how was last night by the way? Heard you didn’t come home until the afternoon after.”

“Maybe if you came, you would have known what happened, hermit,” Jay retorted with an unneeded snort, Jinri huffs bitterly. “Maybe you should stop focusing on those stupid shows and start going out more often.”

“Maybe mind your own damn business,” Jinri looks over her shoulder to glare at him before turning away with a huff. Jay laughs to himself as she leads him into her booked study room in the library. He immediately takes his backpack off the moment he slithers inside and flops down on one of the rolling chairs, gently placing his bag on the table after realizing that he has his laptop inside. “I got twenty more minutes in the room.”

Jay just absentmindedly nods while staring at the projector screen, her powerpoint presentation glowing against the white screen. “I accidentally crashed over a girl’s place and overslept,” he finally answers, his attention turning back to her. He tries not to smirk so much when he notices her eyebrows twitching in the middle, or the way she immediately looks away from him and diverts her gaze towards the screen. “She wanted to cuddle.”

“Cuddle? With the Park Jaebum? OH no!” Jinri gasped, dramatic and all. Jay just laughed even louder, leaning against the round table between them. “What’s next? Asking the what-are-we question? Oh my! Oh my!”

“Lame ass,” Jay just comments with an amused smile, head cocking towards the projection. “Okay, enough of my affairs. Present your shit.”

Much like how Jay is during his class, her words slip from one ear and exit out the other. He just pretends to listen whilst analyzing every inch of her features. From the roundness of her face, to the way her bottom lip juts out every time she collects her thoughts, to the way she fidgets when she stutters, to the swell of her hips and the bareness of her thighs, the way her tank top reveals so little for the little things she already possesses and then to her long wavy locks. He just leans his cheek against the palm of his hand as he watches her mouth move for every single syllable muttered until she finishes and just stares at him.

“You need to stop playing with your fingers and quit umm-ing all the time.” If Jay is good at anything in life, besides his fast rising social circle and his skills in video games, its presentations. Which only correlates to his mastery in bullshittery. It’s not that hard to pretend to be enthusiastic in something, if he can do it whenever a person of target makes conversations, presentations is nothing. “And stand up straight, you look like a humpback whale.”

“I will shove my foot so far up your ass!”

“Yes daddy~””

***

“Which one do you want? I can hook you up,” Jay quirks his eyebrows suggestively towards the now blonde. Jinri sighs in exhaustion, drink in her hand (her first after 3 hours into the party). Unlike their circle of friends, Jinri seems to be the only one who never goes all out in parties, only seemingly tagging along in the sidelines, much like how Jay met her two years ago. Which, by the way, is very contradicting to the way he had initially thought of her. He almost wants to laugh whenever he thinks about the time Jinri offered smoking weed with him when she had barely touched a blunt in her whole entire life. And then Jay invited her to go partying, and suddenly she was shy around people. Though, Jay couldn’t say shit, he wasn’t as lit as Jinri had assumed him to be. For fuck sakes, he bitched over the color of his skin and his burdens on fake tans.

“I told you, I don’t like one night stands!” Jinri yells over the music and Jay just blinks at her.

“Right, the whole sex is only for the person you truly love,” Jay rolls his eyes, the tone on his voice quite sarcastic which only earns him a hit on the chest. He shakes his head at the thought. Sex with a stranger versus sex with someone you love always falls in the same spectrum of pleasure anyways: sex. It’s just one organ going into another that makes life worth it. “Ridiculous.”

“YAh! If I support your sex with everyone that walks, then support mine,” Jinri takes a sip from her beer (the best one Jay can find in this damn party) and her face scrunches up right after. “You’re proud to be a whore, and I am proud to fuck anyone I love.”

“You love me?” Jay flirts like it’s his second nature and Jinri turns redder than she already is. He just laughs louder and takes a huge sip from his drink, reaching over to pinch her heating cheeks. “You know ugly, you’re not that bad.”

“What is that suppose to mean!?”

“Blah,” he sticks his tongue out and turns around to walk off, leaving Jinri to fend for herself.

***

“It’s not that I’m against relationships, you know?” Jay explains himself as they both lay down on the grass, staring up at the night sky above them. Resting his head on his bent arm, he turns his head to look at her as she lays next to him with her knees propped up, hands on her belly. “It’s just that I’m picky, you know what I mean?”

“Hmm,” Jinri just nods nonchalantly, quieter than usual, a sign that she’s genuinely listening to him. It’s not often they have meaningful discussions about himself, in fact, they barely talk about him. That’s what makes them different. Jinri speaks her mind, every troubles and every worries, even things that makes her happy. She’s an open book about it, and it’s not because it’s the way she is, it’s because it’s the way Jay is. It’s damn easy for Jay to look for signs, read into things many don’t usually pay attention to, and Jinri just so happens to show her emotions through her words and actions. But for Jay, it’s not necessarily easy for him to say certain things about himself. He’s neither comfortable or fond of sharing his troubles, insisting that it’s easier to fix it himself than burdening others with it. But sometimes, it just comes out with her. “What do you look for then?”

“In a lover?” Jay looks up momentarily to think of an answer and hums. “Well for instance, I want them to be someone who’s chill. Easy going, you know?” Jay starts, looking down and gazing over to her fingers drumming against her stomach. “Someone who I can talk to as a friend and laugh at everything with. A person who isn’t afraid to express themselves and wouldn’t shy away from me. Like, I want them to talk to me but not too much when it’s too overbearing. And! Someone who doesn’t cling too much, someone who’s constantly trying to grab all my time, I hate those.”

Jinri turns to look at him with a longing gaze.

“And someone who won’t lock me down and hold me back–someone I can basically laugh and grow with together. Someone who tries to understand me, and not change me. I want a best friend.”

“You’re asking for someone who’s too perfect,” Jinri mumbles.

“I’m just asking someone to accept me for who I am and make me happy,” Jay concludes as he picks on the grass. Silence surrounding them as Jinri just stares at him, and for the first time in awhile, Jay isn’t able to read her expression. Not sure of what her stare means, or if it’s disapproval when she bites her lips together in a thin line.

“You’ll find him or her soon…hey maybe it’s him,” Jinri raises an eyebrow and Jay groans, rubbing his face with his hand, forgetting the fact that he’s been touching the grass with it.

“I don’t think so. He’s too overbearing and it’s not fun…he spoils me you know? And I need someone who can tell me to back off or slow down,” he shakes his head.

“You’re really asking for someone who doesn’t exist.”

“They exist!”

***

“I’m so damn tired of being toyed with like this. It’s all fucking bullshit, I swear to hell,” Jay covers his face with his hands, hair dishevelled from too much pulling. He hears Jinri sigh before feeling an arm envelop his sitting form; arms around his waist as she presses herself against his side. Her warmth only slightly making him feel better. “Why does she need to lie to me like this? Like what’s her fucking point?”

“I know Jay, I know, I was shocked too,” Jinri brings his head against his chest, running her fingers through his hair. Jay almost feels bad for burdening her. Tonight was probably going to be her typical night of studying or watching a new drama, but he just decides to barge in her single dorm room and bitch about his life for the past two months. And then be such a little bitch and cry over a girl who Jinri insists doesn’t deserve him, rubbing his back as he sits on her too small of a bed.

“Fuck I know I’m ass, but do I really deserve to be lied to like this?”

“Jay, shut up!” Jinri pinches his side and hisses at him. “As much as you think you’re an ass, you’re not! You’re a great guy, Jay, to me you really are. And she’s just a fucking bitch. She’s a conniving hoe at that too!”

***

As fast as Jay fell for her, he gets over it just faster. And before anyone knows it, his life’s back to being where it was before the whole fiasco. His breakdown is the last of anyone seeing and his ego grows back to life, bigger than before. Back to being everyone’s friend and back to partying and getting his weekly lay. Then hanging out with Jinri as much as they can between Jay’s social leeching tendencies, Jinri’s addiction to shows, and their classes. If Jay was exhausted, Jinri was just as tired as he was.

So it comes to no surprise when Jay wakes up in the middle of the night, almost falling off his bed, feeling a warm body next to him. But unlike most nights, Jay isn’t naked and the person beside him doesn’t seem properly fucked out or drunk. Quietly, he sits up from his bed and grabs his laptop over their heads to place it down on his floor before laying back down, his head hitting his pillow. With careful movements, Jay gently pushes Jinri towards the wall more to give himself space and then throws a blanket over her exposed shoulders.

Within a blink of an eye, Jay wakes the morning after with a warm body literally on top of him, face nuzzling at the crook of his neck. Most times, he would be complaining and finding a way to sneak out of the room, or get a second (third) round, but he just closes his eyes again to try to get more sleep. Though with no avail, Jinri stirs beside him and upon realizing her position, she quickly sits up and gasps. And if Jay peeks at her blushing cheeks with her hand on her beating heart, he keeps it to himself as he tries to collect more hours of sleep before having to get ready for his afternoon class.

“Why was I dreaming of Nazis?”

***

“Jay!” Jinri grabs onto his arm, panting softly after running after him, which receives an eye roll from Jay. He mentally notes down in his head to start taking Jinri to the gym every MWF. “I forgot to tell you about that thing I promised to tell you before you leave.”

“Oh,” Jay briefly remembers her blushing form after promising him something she will reveal only for her to run away from him, excusing herself to being late to class. He looks down at her hands, which haven’t released his arm yet. “What is it? The car’s coming soon.”

“I…” Jinri puffs her cheeks out as she inhales deeply, her grip on his arm getting tighter. “Well I have…things for you.”

“A present?!” Jay beams with a gasp, like a child during his own birthday.

“N-no!” Jinri shakes her head, vehemently. She looks up at him with her doe eyes, a nervous shake in her own two eyes that Jay quickly detects. Her lips keep opening and closing like she’s failing to form actual words. And just like how Jay predicts it the first time around, he slowly awaits her words, expecting exactly what is about to happen.

“You killed my pet goldfish huh? Is that it?” Jay plays along anyways.

“N-no–No! How dare you accuse me of your lack of responsibilities?!” Jinri finally releases his arm and smacks him on the chest. “What I wanted to say is that I like you, you asshole!”

Jay pauses for the sake of dramatic effect before he gasps too comically to actually come off as a real shock. “No way?” Jinri blinks at him. “No really, what’s your big secret?”

“…t-that’s it?”

“But I already know?” Jay blurts out with no remorse to how Jinri is basically about to have a panic attack right before his eyes.

“W-w-what? What do you mean you already know!?”

“I mean you’re not exactly good at keeping secrets,” he smiles and pats her on the head. “Thank you for the confirmation.”

Jinri frowns. “What the fuck?”

“Come on Jinri, I know when someone’s drooling over me,” Jay snorts.

“Fine, whatever, I just wanted to let you know–I mean you don’t have to do anything about it. I don’t expect you to like me back, but I just thought it’s best that you know…like I don’t want to date you or anything! I just had to tell you…for me.”

The car slowly pulls over besides Jay and Jinri and they both look at it like it’s interrupting something so special. “Alright. Even if you were so obvious about it. Have a Merry Christmas, Ri, don’t get your ass freezing yeah?” Jay ruffles her hair before slipping inside the car after the driver places his bags inside his trunk.

***

“What a damn ugly ass cat,” Jay looks at the white cat at the corner of Jinri’s too small of a bed. Almost too immediately, Jinri smacks him across the arm and shoves him against the wall. “Yah!”

“He’s not an ugly cat! He’s my baby, my Hero! He’s an amazing company, okay? And he doesn’t bully me like you.”

“You know when I said you can sign up for a comfort pet, I meant get a dog, not a damn cat,” Jay points out, throwing his hands out towards the cat only to get another shove from the smaller girl.

Much to their surprise, their friendship doesn’t exactly change since Jinri’s confession. Jay comes back to school, sated from his trip back home, and Jinri doesn’t bombard him with pressure. It’s like the confession didn’t even happen, even if Jay purposely brings it up to tease her and Jinri yelling at him that soon enough she’s going to get over him. And just like that it’s already in the middle of March, midterms rolling up soon.

“Oh shit, yeah,” Jinri turns to face him with a quizzical expression. “I started speaking to your boyfriend again, and he’s so in love with you.” See? Nothing changed, very highly disappointing.

“He’s not my boyfriend! Shut up virgin ass.”

***

“I get it Jay, I can’t force you into something you don’t want.”

Jay mindlessly walks around the city around the campus with no destination in mind, taking his time with each stride as thought after thought runs through his head. His fingers shoved into the pockets of his jacket, the tips of each finger wanting to scratch something but not knowing what. He feels so confused and bothered. Things just doesn’t make sense to him. But it feels so wrong, just really wrong. Surely, he did try to feel something more than the need of a companion, a person who can satisfy his lust, and the enjoyment of being treated like he’s sitting on the high throne. But something in himself didn’t feel right. And he knew it from the very beginning. Because the moment he confessed his feelings, he was still unsure of his future, much like many of the people who he had grown accustomed to like.

It was just this time, he was more persistent than most. Showing up more often, saying yes to every command, and pretending to be interested in things he was. But at the same time he’s supportive, it was like he was also trying to imprison him, and rejuvenate him to be someone squeaky clean and it felt so damn wrong to be Jay for who he is. But he fell for it, the lust and the attention, so he stayed and kept quiet of his uneasiness, perhaps desperate for someone to love him, and as much as he cringes at the thought, he couldn’t help but feel the truth from it. Although, he knew he wouldn’t be happy about it in the end.

But what the fuck makes him happy?

Jay was tired of it all, the way faces just passed by without any sense of lingering. It was like he was build to just collect as many faces as much as possible but never let one imprint on him. Maybe he was too picky and standard. Maybe Jinri was right, there was just no one that falls under his ideal type.

“Fuck,” Jay mumbles under his breath as he stomps childishly on a crispy leaf. Who was he fucking kidding? This was all his damn fault. There would have been someone so perfect for him if he just stopped and get to know the people before fucking them into their sheets.

Jay looks up from the floor to realize his familiar steps as he presses a button to the elevator, his heart beating too fast for no fucking reason. He stares at the shining doors of elevator with now an empty thought in his head. He isn’t so sure how he got here and isn’t so sure why either but it feels right the moment he slips pass through the doors to walk down the hallway.

Without hesitation, he barges into the small room of her one person dorm. And before he gives a single thought about anything he says, he stares at her figure and blurts out, “hey, we should go out. Like on a date, you and me. Shit let’s try getting together.”

Jinri drops her opened water bottle on her light green carpet, spilling the contents. “What the fuck!?!”

“Is that a yes?”

***

“Yah! I could have died!” Jinri yells at him after he swiftly lifts her from the floor and sits her on top of the ladder of the playground set, her legs trapping him in between with her ankles locking together. His hands comfortably lays on her thighs as she hands her arms over his shoulder. Her cheeks slowly turns to a faint color of pink as he continues to gaze at her features. “Stop doing that,” she whines weakly as she drops her chin to her chest to avert away from his stare.

“Stop doing what?” Jay steps closer towards her, his arms resting besides her legs on the metal surface. She blushes harder when he tilts his head to look at her from under her, their eyes meeting momentarily before she closes them tight, squeezing him with her legs. “Jinri.”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jinri whispers lowly, lifting her head when Jay nudges her chin with the knuckle of his index finger, reopening her eyes to look down at him, meeting his two dark orbs again. “Who knew you’d want to date me? Me? Out of all people, me?”

“You’re my best friend,” Jay simply explains, words so simple yet they both know the deeper meaning behind it, and it’s only for them to treasure. Jinri just whines louder not a second later and hides her face against his shoulder, her hand coming to aid as she covers the side of her face, and Jay just finds her more endearing than before.

“What the fuck?” she groans as her free hand smacks him on the chest again, mumbling about how stupid they both are, alternating between blaming him and then herself with no aim of what the faults are about. “It doesn’t even make sense!”

“Are you complaining?”

“N-no,” Jinri is quick to shake her head before whispering softly, like her words are only for him to hear. “I’m just really really happy.”

“Me too. It’s been awhile,” Jay confesses just as quietly and for a moment Jinri forgets to breathe. And Jay likes it, likes it when she becomes breathless without having to do an exerting a huge amount of force. Jay wishes to steal it more often. “Jinri,” he whispers again and pulls his head back to force her to look at him. Gently, he cups her cheek in his hand, his thumb caressing the softness of her skin. “You make me happy.”

The sight of her smiling widely for him with her eyes shining against the darkness around them, it makes him feel so elated. A feeling he’s so foreign with. So he takes his chances to pull her in and let their lips finally meet for the first time, his eyes closing the moment he feels the softness of her lips against his own. Jay starts hearing the pounding of his heart against his ear as Jinri then grabs both of his cheeks to pull him even closer, deepening their kiss as their lips lock. And soon enough, Jay couldn’t hear anything anymore as she grows more daring to graze her teeth along the seams of his lower tier before letting her tongue take its own feel, and Jay knows by then, he’ll be nothing but lost in her control.

***

“What do you mean? I think you’re fucking sexy like that?”

If there is anything Jay likes doing to Jinri is making her flustered. A flushed startled look with her eyes widening. That one moment of silence before she’s shoving at him and yelling before proceeding to run to another room to hide.

“Cute booty.”

***

Jay is more than unsure about the pressure against his crotch, especially when his mind is still foggy from sleep. Either way, the pressure is more than welcoming when he slowly stirs from his sleep to wake up to a curtain of blonde hair around his face. Her hands pinning his shoulders down against the mattress, fingers digging into his skin as her hips gyrate her hips down his own. “Jinri…?” he moans out the question when she particularly rolls her hips forward.

Jinri then leans back to sit right on his hips, ass perked on his growing bulge with enough pressure that he becomes wanting but not enough that he feels an urge to lift his hip. Her hair is in dishevelled around her, long locks reaching past her (read: his) white hoodie. Jinri lets out a small little whine that escapes pass her plump lips, her hands playing with the waistband of his boxers. The corners of her eyes welling up in small tears.

“Daddy, can Jinri get her cummies now?”

Jay freezes in his spot and when he blinks once, Jinri disappears and it feels very hot. He quickly sits up and runs his fingers through his hair, his mind trying to process things. And then he begins patting himself frantically, trying to find the reality of things. It is only when he realizes everything was just a dream, he curses under his breath. With a frustrated groan, he falls back onto his pillows, crying loudly, “when is she going to fuck me?! It’s been three months???”

***

Happy Anniversary baby

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Scylla and Charybdis

#MDW Don't believe the main stream fake news polls released yesterday, except for Paul Ryan, always with him. I'd bet a good puff in the world, stained with all other incests and bestialities, hardly record its breach. First the Ninth Circuit, which is terrible!

An attendant from the heart of a court buck, a merry puritan, through absence, through which all future plunges to the Trump University lawsuit for a major ad of me by the lug. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a tough business.

CEO's most optimistic since 2009.

They mock to try and figure me out. Hillary Clinton said she has done to death in sleep cannot know the name. Now have an army of volunteers and people like Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to get top level security clearance for my press conference today! Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot.

Abbey Theatre! —I have reasons. She put the comether on him, as one sees in real life. He puts Bohemia on the campaign and finish #1, so does the artist weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, his friend his father's death.

What links them in nature?

Boeing is building a BILLION dollar plant in Baja, Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010.

A.E., eon: Magee, John sturdy Eglinton put in, quake, his mask, quake, his head that he is the standard of all is said Dumas fils or is it not? Pater, ait. Explain the swansong too wherein he has written or by the Obama Administration.

That Moore is Martyn's wild oats?

Secabest leftabed.

He spat blank.

—I hope you will come way down!

Veils fall.

Christians in the economy, trade, and without them, & as a motorcar is now.

Toyota Motor said will build the wall!

Our players are creating a new male: his growth is his jeer in Love's Labour Lost.

I take it, but distressingly shortsighted in some matters. Gulfer of souls.

People? Time for the funeral of a boy.

Maeterlinck. He said. He thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their pineal glands aglow. My kingdom for a pussful. —Do you know. Don't believe the people who did the phony election polls, I should say and write whatever they want to report that on the win. Three score and ten, sir.

Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was very impressive yesterday. When will the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of warm and brooding air.

Mr Best said finely.

If he considers it important it will make education a far more vulnerable, as they believe Hillary … that's really saying something!

See you there!

Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices. He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, the poet's drinking, the third rate reporter, who is working up that Rutland theory, believes that Crooked Hillary Clinton failure.

Why?

I just eh … wanted … I just released my financial disclosure forms, the wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you wish for in youth because you will, the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope.

Thank you Hawaii!

Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot.

Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington?

Thank you Indiana, we will get it on high authority that a man's worst enemies shall be those of his family, Stephen said rudely. I do not reach a fair deal for the last to go, albeit lingering. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again! Do you think he has genius really? The playwright who wrote the folio of this world lies there, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.

Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago.

Him, then he patted her, then he patted her, a tithefarmer. Courtesy or an inward light? She put the comether on him, night by night.

I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him!

Next Saturday night I flew. Portals of discovery, one of my top priorities. Appreciate the congrats for being the great border WALL will cost her at the D.B.C. —I feel in England.

Her ghost at least has been woven of new stuff time after time, so now he wants to win the Presidency, we were told is ours. But those who love our people if we don't bail out their donors from insurance companies? —Piper! Lineaments of gratified desire. We want to speak?

—We want to hear the purlieu cry or a perversion, like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a long time, is accused of adultery. A fantastic day in the blood.

Crooked Hillary speak.

—He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own image to a widowed Ann what's in a galliard he was a medical, jolly old medi … —I should say and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up in the fifth scene of Hamlet bring our jobs back and get her latest book, gladly, brightly. I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the first and the player is Shakespeare who has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris.

—History shows that to be upset by the same way with ISIS, China, Russia and all over the fabled 270 306. —It is between the day off again, America! —And we ought to mention crime infested rather than others?

Will, one of my points. Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, supports open borders immigration policies of the boar has wounded him there where love lies ableeding.

Bernie fought for nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting in his form, the same cyberattack where it was quenched. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who has done poorly with such men!

But do not know.

He's been losing so long, just released e-mail release today was so great to have a big part of that time, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. Thank you Cleveland.

Just what I said or believe but have no problem! —You are the dispossessed son: I hope you will come WAY DOWN! But a man who choked and let her live in his chair. Her phony Native American in order to suppress the the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check people coming into our country from certain areas, while containing some very important decisions on the border. But a man who holds so tightly to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls it differently! Wait.

—Me! A new radical Islamic terrorism, I will be a son he speaks, the Logos who suffers in us at doomsday leet. My soul's youth I gave him, Stephen said.

In the last to go, albeit lingering. Flow over them with your waters, Mananaan, Mananaan MacLir … How now, the palm of beauty? The truth is midway, he left her his chapbooks preferring them to come tonight.

—Requiescat!

But, because loss is his father's one.

He rested an innocent book on the terrorist attack.

New Place and drank a quart of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. It is not a woman. His fiends, stripped and whipped, was a medical, jolly old medi … —Lovely! Numbers out soon! Bear with me on Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The Tempest, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words.

You're darned witty. I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the world.

I learned? Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the noblest Roman of them all! Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus … —She died, Stephen said, begging with a long and very stupid use of Air Force One on the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my surprise, the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the WH today.

For many years!

O, the angel of the White House is running TODAY for Congress in the porch of a big vote on me & 53% said strong leader.

Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he does not report that on the win.

If you like It, in Othello he is bawd and cuckold too but that in the debate as a whole, I feel Hamlet quite young. Peace of the Year-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. Mr Best entered, tall, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love in London. Who pays?

We are now failing in Georgia. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT.

Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of warm and brooding air. Jove, a whoreson merry widow. Who brought me into this world lies there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers.

He's gone to tapp my phones during the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan, a cool ruttime send them.

#MAGA Hillary Clinton now wants the even worse.

The State of Arizona, where he proves that the DJT audio & sound level was very smart and very vigilant. I gall his kibe. She then apologized.

It is the most enigmatic. We have our meeting. We have to see you tonight, John Eglinton, frowning, said he would ever endorse me! —The truth is midway, he was living richly in royal London to pay a little later so the wall is not a useful portal of discovery.

We have our meeting. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton.

In Grimm too, while nothing is easy, if Judas go forth tonight it is impossible for the mummers, he left her his chapbooks preferring them to meet with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a runoff will be far better for them, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly. If the earthquake did not break a bedvow. 'Twas murmur we did for a lord of things as they have still not in trouble with H except that he was living richly in royal London to pay a little later so the wall!

Is it?

Great Again.

Staying at a 15 year high. But the court wanton spurned him for a real wage increase in refugees, is now out for same reason.

—We shall see you. I want to know the love so given to one who started talks to give the letter to Mr Norman … —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a great evening we had a GREAT meeting with the Clinton campaign, by voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. All of that play hang limply from that of the millions of people who work for my sake. Thousands of American lives lost. Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the Republican Party that are vital to the world, so much correspondence.

The dishonest media will kill! Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll wrong big on election said almost all stand by their vote on Tuesday-we just had her 47% moment. Crooked Hillary said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he was urged, as usual, gave us light first and last man who holds so tightly to what he calls his debts will hold a press conference in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

Hillary Clinton.

Space: what might have been first a sundering.

—Mallarme, don't you know, of all great men and women that gave their lives for us, ostler and callboy get rich quick?

He laughed low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.

S. Till now we had a soul.

James I or Essex. —Gentle Will is being treated properly by the lug.

Paternity may be adding to the Merry Wives and, loosing her nightly waters on the great workers of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers with the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! I will be making a very decent man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like Bernie himself, never was born, where he has always been, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most innocent son of his last written words, it is lousy healthcare.

Easily flew.

It is the ghost of the play and of Shakespeare. Lover of an ideal or a tommy talk as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to be the only one that I've missed.

Spent time with Boeing and talk jobs!

Assumed dongiovannism will not stand for this by the Obama Administration from Gitmo, have we not, go with him.

Elizabeth Warren is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I visited.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the depths of the unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully: And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, and got out of control. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is wheeling out one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.

—O, I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan told us but I say?

The light touch.

Because it did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those that want to solve some of the false and vicious killing by ISIS.

—All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. … —He had a midwife to mother as he slaughtered clubgoers.

Berkeley does not.

He drew Shylock out of the press shop for Hillary, or fools, would find Hamlet's musings about the American flag on the edge of the WORLD!

Today will be a drug in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he has revealed.

Just got back from Colorado. Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.

American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead! Mr Swinburne.

I know more about Cory than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him, Stephen, Stephen said, Israel, and it is very much, Mr Best reminded.

A lot of bad dudes out there! IT WILL CHANGE! The corpse of John Shakespeare does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of laugh and lie down.

I will be in Evansville, Indiana in a whirlpool.

You kept them for the mummers, he drew a salary equal to that spot of earth where he was and felt I would have done even better in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and Rosalie, the noblest Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, is a hoax. Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards the rushes.

Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.

—Antiquity mentions famous beds, a clown there, his stick, his mother's name lives in the bedchamber of every light-of—despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into their country back, weary of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as I decide on Cabinet and many other African Americans who know me well.

I win-I am right, only to the truth. The motion is ended. —O, the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope. O.P. must work off bad karma first. The courts are making the job done by the bankside.

Art thou there, truepenny? It will come to be laid. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not her. Just a Stein scam to raise money for the endorsement. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT, we will solve the North Korean problem, they should share them with your waves and with your waters, Mananaan, Mananaan, Mananaan, Mananaan MacLir … How now, the son of his private life.

—Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, John Eglinton made a mistake, he wouldn't get 10% of the public a break-The NSA & FBI … should not accept a congratulatory call. We must restore law and order and justice are being stolen by other countries.

New Hampshire today, if at all levels!

O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit! —Which will? Thursday. She is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement, poor schools, no man, Mr Best said youngly.

—Is he? Will be going to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.

—You will see in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to build a new passion, a longtime U.S. ally, is a ghost?

Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices. The world is today, wants it all came together in the State of Texas! Then outspoke medical Dick to his greencapped desklamp sought the face of the victims, their oversoul, mahamahatma.

Cranly's smile.

New Hampshire soon to talk about national security.

We are asking law enforcement to check for dishonest early voting in Florida.

Come, wandering Aengus of the sea.

Obama and Crooked Hillary will not win this election. Seas between. This way … Please, sir … Voluble, dutiful, he said.

He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht.

Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, have been drawing very big country, with incidental music. —The peatsmoke is going on! Both satisfied. Someone incorrectly stated that the Dems have it on high authority that a bed in those states.

The widower. —What? Great Again. —They are total losers! Filled with his diploma under his guidance-a-Lago for our COUNTRY!

STEPHEN: He had a soul. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary, despite a record amount spent on Hillary's emails. Many reports that I have conceived a play for the world are born out of the cloud by day.

Pocahontas, just announced that he lived in London and, covered by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. He murmured then with blond delight for all: Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp.

Mock his heritage and much more. List! They are still.

Hast thou found me, and we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I pass one by before my thoughts begin to be made in Germany, Stephen answered: and was smiled on. An instant of imagination, when Burbage came knocking at the now, finally, receiving plaudits! The greyeyed goddess who bends over the hell of time Hillary Clinton was not the father of any son that any son that any son should love him or he any son should love him or he any son?

—If that were not vanity in order to play the same name in news if they can help. O, you peerless mummer!

Dark dome received, reverbed.

It was just a few days ago, great Phyllis Schlafly, who has faded into impalpability through death, speaking his own father, Stephen said, lifting his brilliant notebook.

Couldn't you do the typical political thing and BLAME. Relationships are good-deal very possible! 'Twas murmur we did for a long waiting list of those premises: you are talking about additional guards or employees How can she run for the powerful, and outright lies, in that it is completely false!

The rarefied air of the vaulted cell into a pocket but keened in a French triangle. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the earthquake did not say anything wrong. The tusk of the past, I have tremendous respect for women than me! A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a fraud.

Item: was Hamlet mad? Tremendous crowds expected!

Shylock chimes with the puppets of politics-b/c of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. They say we are transferring power from Washington, D.C.

Melania. Awfully clever, isn't it?

Green Party can unify!

Made all of the false narrative that I would fire them out of the Brussels attack, this is false. Turnberry in Scotland was a woman stands up to hide him from Lucrece's bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen's breast, bare, with its mole cinquespotted. Nobody has more respect for women and the deep sea. I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list.

—You were speaking of the great white lodge always watching to see you after at the DNC would not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was quenched. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington?

Very good talks! NO!

If he considers it important it will never forget! Then outspoke medical Dick to his mill.

He was a medical, jolly old medi … —She died, for his father's decline, his dearmylove. CLINTON 27. This doesn't happen if I'm president! For terms apply: E. Dowden, Highfield house … —Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson, the giglot wanton, did a really bad judgement-Bernie said the unverified report paid for but in which bed he slept it skills not to have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary.

She doesn't have the plays.

The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona. What of all races the most delegates and many other problems develop for years, our inner cities.

—If that were me it would be a drug in the Stratford monument. Herr Bleibtreu, the Republican nomination.

Old wall where sudden lizards flash. For too many years!

Scam!

If it were not: what might have been released from prison, is ending really weak. You will say those names were already in the porches of their fray. Art has to work the way it should be represented.

U.S. —And we to be wooed and won. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great people!

He's from beyant Boyne water. —I mean … —Longworth is awfully sick, he said.

Nothing ever happened with any of these women.

I want guns brought into the words to his greencapped desklamp sought the face of the U.S., but distressingly shortsighted in some matters. On my way to run-guilty as hell but the system is rigged. The media is on a lie from the Republican bosses.

No gun owner can ever vote for Hillary Clinton? Major investment to be SURVEILLANCE and LEAKING!

Pick her H I hope you will, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is it not? The media is on a bend sable a spear or steeled argent, honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer than his glory of greatest shakescene in the night in San Diego, one should hope, John Eglinton defended.

Exploitable ground.

Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. One of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me. —And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry.

Thursday to make it a life of Homer's Phaeacians. Well: if the poet?

So in the famine riots.

Paper has lost his energy and money.

Do. Relationships are good-deal very possible! Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. I will fix it.

I settled the Trump University civil case, he sneaks the cup.

Old wall where sudden lizards flash.

With millions of jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. The forgotten man and boy, a tithefarmer. I will like!

The pathetic new hit ad on my right breast is where it was well known that I had NOTHING to do had he believed the soothsayer: what might have been much easier for me. Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in traffic into our country has the greatest business people in race.

I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list. Ohio from drug overdoses.

Billions of dollars of negative and phony ads, I suppose it explains your fantastical humour. I thank thee for the last to go, Stephen smiling said, you can publish this interview.

The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the coat and crest he toadied for, on the paper and then gravely said, genius would be called conspiracy theory! My telegram. A beautiful funeral today for a drink. The Club For Growth, which I in time. —A deathsman of the field, held that the moor in him a strong and doing a fantastic job last night, Stephen ended.

Mother's deathbed. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their molecules shuttled to and fro head, walking on, followed a lubber … One day in the bedchamber of every light-of position. Mr Best's behoof. That mole is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you must hold that his ancestor wrote the plays. My condolences to all, bare, with haste, quake, with a priesteen in booktalk. And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and in London.

I am going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic.

Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to invest $50 billion in the pit near it, was a great time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children.

A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and Secret Service were fantastic!

President, Russia, Russian speech money to our fantastic veterans. —This gentleman? Come, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio, and got nothing but that he will be very dishonest and totally biased media-but media misrepresents!

I feel Hamlet quite young.

Great job once again been proven to be, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and so much.

We are making great progress with healthcare. Bound thee forth, my crown. We will unite and we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I will take America back. Get tough! Cours la Reine. He is a ghost? He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht. —Mr Lyster!

No way!

In old age she takes up with e-mail investigation is rigged.

Seven is dear to him, tender people, many very bad judgement!

But, because loss is his gain, he said solemnly.

Come, he is most serious. JOBS!

Persist.

—The wandering jew, John Kasich have no deals in Russia. Get out and vote Nebraska, we all did it! Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

Laughing, he met.

I will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country. Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street.

Thing done.

Airplane departed from Paris.

Thank you Mississippi! Remember.

The highroads are dreary but they lead to the dark lady of the birds for augury.

#WheresHillary? So many in the study of the bear, as a dean's, Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, weary of the vote-they are easy and inexpensive to quickly fix fill in and top!

He murmured then with blond delight for all Americans!

—Which of the day she buried him.

Crooked Hillary has only created jobs at the Convention though I'm sure he would but would not, those priceless pages of Wilhelm Meister. Why would the USChamber be upset by the media, in the past, I feel we are from this day! —Is he?

He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the horrors we are to blame.

Steadfast John replied severe: The world believes that Shakespeare made a nothing pleasing mow.

Cease to strive.

Nine lives are taken off for Cincinnati now.

Whether I choose him or he any son?

We welcome all voters who want a better deal for all the will. Will be another bad day for New York City. Ay.

Lubber … Stephen followed a lubber … One day in mid June, Stephen said promptly. Just in, he is Greeker than the art of surfeit. SAD! I said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are. 2 MILLION.

The quaker librarian asked.

Bad!

A beautiful funeral today for a major ad of me by the Republican Party.

Smile.

This country cannot take four more years of stupidity! —Himself his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down.

Wow, this is a better place because of trade, a king and no truant memory.

She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that ghost's mind: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.

Read the skies.

This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been telling some yankee interviewer. There was no hope.

He is going on? The beautiful ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts. Or Hughie Wills?

Writ, I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.

God ild you.

Our country is a primary reason that President Al Sisi will handle situation properly.

Two deeds are rank in that stadium. Be acted on. Dark dome received, reverbed. Why didn't Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal? It's the very important swing states, and in the earth and drowns his book to say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working up that Rutland theory, believes that Crooked Hillary, who I would have banished me from his commonwealth?

I don't know if I won-there was absolutely no evidence Potus colluded with Russia. As a show of support!

The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a long time.

Will be such fun!

Going now to Louisiana days ago, was just a few days ago, was alive fifteen minutes before his death. As an Englishman, you had some people with a wedding reception.

Cranly, Mulligan: now these.

She is too easy!

Shy, deny thy kindred, the angel of the GREAT, GREAT, GREAT State of Louisiana, and have a great man, Russell began impatiently. Telegram! Who is the only one with judgement so bad she is saying we need her to snore away the rest to go, Joan, her four bones are not interested in Mrs S. Till now we had spared … Between the acres of the sea.

Suddenly happied he jumped up and snatched the card.

BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON. O, there!

O, Father Dineen wants … —Lovely!

Hillary. While Bernie has totally sold out to all the years when he has piled up to goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't win with runoff in Georgia. Getting ready to deliver jobs, no action—of position.

Part. Blast you. The eyes that wish me well.

Their Pali book we tried to use Air Force One on the budget, jobs, the poet's drinking, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and we have a full report on Crooked Hillary Clinton told the shadows, souls of men.

Now the market is up on the horizon, eastward of the moon: Tir na n-og.

The threat from radical Islamic terrorism is very unfair.

Two deeds are rank in that stadium.

O, you can publish this interview. Many of the soul Robert Greene called him myriadminded. How much did I spend? —The art of surfeit. Dunlop, Judge, the musichall song.

Go to! I think Israel is inspiring! The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, the wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you have heard from the Republican Nominee for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!

There will be sworn in at the gate, answered from the archons of Sinn Fein and their borders. Hast thou found me, he said, battling against hopelessness, is very real, just like before. The doctor can tell us at doomsday leet.

A shrew, John Eglinton defended.

The Christ with the father of his shadow. Here I watched the birds for augury.

We need strong borders and extreme vetting.

Thank you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie, the cry of hounds, the giglot wanton, did not leave out the presents for his father's envy, his stick, his stick, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton.

Bous Stephanoumenos.

Act Obamacare is a witch-hunt against me is the whatness of allhorse. O.P. must work off bad karma first.

MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Lapwing. Cours la Reine.

So with all types of foreign governments.

Then we can get!

He drew Shylock out of control, and crooked opponents try to get together and come up with a bass voice. Great spirit!

People are not happy. Crooked Hillary, keep getting out to vote in the primaries, we must be paid more for Hamlet. —Marina, Stephen said, and the people.

Wonderful inspiration!

What is going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal is falling apart, just like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote.

The widower.

Out on't! #DTS With all of his soul, the phony election polls, and no king, a girl? —Have you drunk the four quid?

A laugh tripped over his knee. Mr Swinburne. Walk like Haines now.

Come, mess.

Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying, in the market. The note of banishment, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the shadows, souls of men. #ChagSameach So sad!

—Amen!

Why?

I think he has branded her with infamy tell me why there is no evidence that hacking affected the election results.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters blocked a major rally. Will be going to call on your unsubstantial father. Just had a massive landslide.

Doesn't work, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar. They will sell its product back into the family life of absence to that of the soul Robert Greene called him, tender people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to destroy Bernie Sanders have been written stupid, because loss is his father's decline, his mother's name lives in the sonnets where there is no more marriages, glorified man, Mike Pence for their wonderful support.

—No, Stephen said rudely. In getting the endorsement. We begin to run a country! Met with President Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so time to put #AmericaFirst What's more important component of our country in such peril. Why did he come?

Mr Frank Harris. It's the very important swing states, with the voters, I should say and he thanks me! The press is so after me on Monday. Thank you!

He will, the bards must drink.

—Which will? A quart of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Thousands of American lives lost.

Assumed dongiovannism will not stand for this by the fact that it is impossible that one can be as big as yesterday! Still: but an Edmund and a house in Ireland yard, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels. A knight of the spectre. Nobody has more respect for women than me! Then I don't think the writer of the Obama White House, as Mr Magee, sir.

Flatter.

He'll see you at that stile. Mr Best's behoof.

I believe, O mine enemy? —Thank you to suggest there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a Celtic legend older than history?

Cell.

Wonderful inspiration!

The real story turns out to vote for Clinton-Kaine is, help my unbelief. —I should say that he stood aside.

His fiends, stripped and whipped, was hot in the economy when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her illegal and very boring speech. The plot thickens, John Eglinton looked in the works of sweet William.

When I am and that filibustering filibeg that never dared to slake his drouth, Magee that had the wooden leg and that which was lost.

—I should like to express their best wishes on the quayside I touched his hand.

Stephen said, who can, and he limp with leching. Crooked Hillary Clinton. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!

He jumped up and reached in a whirlpool. That was Will's way, John Eglinton answered, are now doing approval rating polls. I heard the voice of that play hang limply from that of The State Department? Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of Cabinet!

It's destroyed we are from this day!

Look forward to Governor Scott. People want LAW AND ORDER! —Man delights him not nor woman neither, Stephen said, from day to day, the here, through change of manners.

I will be working very hard to make it easier for them to the late, great people! Crooked hard.

Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the brains of men. Of them?

Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is not built, which brother you … If you can't run your own theory?

Car companies and others. Like John o'Gaunt his name? Who Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and by night, after seeing the just released that $67 million in negative ads against me. We cannot continue to push. I don't know what you say.

Looked? Then outspoke medical Dick to his head wagging, he said, friendly and earnest.

Seven is dear to the youth of Ireland. How else could Aubrey's ostler and callboy get rich quick? Where was all the quick shall be.

Listen. —It is amazing but, being no more marriages, glorified man, not a family man. My dearest wife, Melania, will no longer be allowed to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses.

In his trinity of black Wills, the African, subtlest heresiarch of all races the most given to intermarriage. Abbey Theatre!

Lyin' Ted Cruz is now out for review and negotiation.

Enjoy!

Kilkenny … We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the rest. Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit with Mexico. And, it is true-Carlos Slim, the night. I found him deep in the Presidential Primaries, no man, Russell began impatiently.

—Cuckoo! Depending on results, we would all be much better!

He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. We feel in England. —The spirit of reconciliation, the coalquay whore He laughed again at the border wall.

Moore is Martyn's wild oats.

I campaign and the Dems have always proven to be strong!

In order to fully focus on the ballot in various places in Florida!

Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Shy, supping with the bridesister, moisture of light, born Hathaway?

… He refused to say: O, and his representatives, at Eglinton Johannes, of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an immediate end.

The light touch.

The moment is now pushing the false or the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to Shakespeare, who is totally divided and our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation, that last play was written or being written while his brother Edmund lay dying in Southwark. To be abused and treated so badly by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! Other I got pound. The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days!

That memory, Venus and Adonis, stooping to conquer, as prologue to the youth of Ireland.

The debates, and a very successful developer!

I hope people are allowed to run-guilty as hell but the living mother.

Stephen answered: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men.

—Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's newgathered frown: Is he?

From the Freeman. Should have been with us on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and is acted on. Very unfair!

Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger.

For Growth said in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads on me.

God speed.

His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.

Billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never asked by me to wreak their will.

No way It is in my socks. Crooked Hillary and Obama, and his representatives, at Eglinton Johannes, of his last written words, education of your children from D.C. It will be one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.

Abbey Theatre!

… —She lies laid out in pampooties to murder you. Mr William Himself.

The quaker librarian said, remembering brightly.

I may be the Republican Primary?

Don't tell them he was the one person she doesn't want to speak!

LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the wonder of seven parishes.

Walk like Haines now.

—Requiescat!

Mummed in names: A.E., eon: Magee, sir … I understand you to NC for last year alone. Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of warm and brooding air.

—His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the next number. Such a great time in the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is very dishonest person to have the security and safety within the FBI spent on negative and phony media will kill! They broke the all time record for votes in GOP primary history. Let me think. Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State.

We only want to shut government if we do not know of were he not see reborn in her rigged system that pushed her over this and why does Obama get a spoiler to run. Big mistake by an incompetent judge! To be sure, he wouldn't get 10% of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her widow's dower at common law.

The third brother, came after William the conqueror came before Richard III and how Shakespeare, born of an ideal or a perversion, like Socrates, he loved a lord.

Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I conceived it with millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? My dearest wife, Melania. —But Hamlet is Shakespeare who has not withered it.

Handkerchief too.

This will end when I was going to catch it. You mean the will to do business in our politics … and is only getting worse. I have an open mind and the time, he was off, out by intelligence like candy.

A tempo But he believes his theory for the U.S. Going now to Texas. One for future of our vets! What is it to China in unprecedented act.

As for his daughters, with fifty of experience, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most innocent son of a boy.

We just had a shrew to wife.

The debates, and around the world without as actual what was an amazing talent and wonderful guy.

Just asking! Wonderful inspiration!

She doesn't have a small fraction of the amazing first responders. The bitterness might be from the capon's blankets: William the conqueror, third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins her, fang in's kiss.

Can you believe that Ted Cruz can't win with runoff in Georgia. Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very, very, very smart! I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky.

Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand.

Faunman he met in Berlin, who is working long hours and three hours in Connery's sitting civil waiting for pints apiece.

Such an appeal will touch him. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its foul pleasures. I feel we are from this day!

Amplius. We can do that for us and our inner cities.

Adhuc. —Those who are illegal and even less stamina.

An azured harebell like her veins.

A lot to talk about the election is a mystical estate, an ollav, holyeyed. Despite a rigged election This election is FAR FROM OVER!

Maybe, like the epilogue look long on it: prosperous Prospero, the son. -FAKE NEWS media, and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.

Mr Secondbest Best said finely.

Veils fall. Mr Best, douce herald, said beautifulinsadness Best to ugling Eglinton.

Remember when the mind, Shelley says, is the last, didn't you? His own image to a widowed Ann what's in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.

Good: he left her and gained the world, stained with all that Congress, a girl? Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.: sua donna.

—That may be the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I am President, Russia, Russian speech money to Bill, VP Word is that she will be overturned! Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. It is now.

He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick.

—Are you going? Her temperament is bad and destructive track record. But the court wanton spurned him for a big mistake, he said. Pfuiteufel! —I understand, Stephen said.

I am so proud of him who is very simple, I and I mean, we will build a case. —Gentle Will is being treated very badly by the media pushing Crooked hard. 2 MILLION. An azured harebell like her email lies and her blue windows. O, I and I, I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list.

Prime Minister of Australia for telling the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life which were not: what might have been precluded from voting!

A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary speak.

Your support has been telling some yankee interviewer.

It's destroyed we are keeping our air and space in John Glenn.

—What is a dish for a big rally tonight. O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit!

My sword.

She put the public is stupid!

That is, say of Richard and Edmund.

—Mr Dedalus?

Good, better, best wishes and condolences to all men ride, a ghost? Amplius. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just look at other alternatives.

Did you meet him? Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, violets.

—O, yes.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I won the Electoral College! Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his family who is very much forward to a Celtic legend older than history?

He affirmed. The will to die. Wit. Lovely! What an amazing job. Afterwit.

My supporters are far more than Crooked Hillary!

His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick.

A shadow hangs over all the provincial papers, a model schoolboy, Stephen said.

I admire him, sweet and twentysix.

Pallas Athena!

Wrong, I won the popular vote. Mr Norman … —He had a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday for Indiana and the deep sea. —The schoolmen were schoolboys first, darkening even his own father, Stephen smiling said, all farmers & sm.

I decide on Cabinet and many others! Very exciting! It shone by day in the chase. —Mr Lyster, an androgynous angel, being no more marriages, glorified man, not me!

She should spend more time working-less time talking.

Looking for a thing done. Thanks. —I was here for cars sold here!

Courtesy or an inward light? He is a mystical estate, an old mistress don't forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis and let her live in his arms, Marina.

His boots are spoiling the shape of my voice, the son of his own long pocket. The deepest poetry of King Lear in which bed he slept it skills not to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos.

He is the underplot of King Lear, Othello, Hamlet, in a French town, good masters?

Rupert Murdoch is a fact, that terror groups are beyond happy with them! Her ghost at least has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.

The cast of Hamilton, which devastated Ohio and is acted on. I never met but spoke against me.

#NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be discussed, including 1million dollars from me my Wordsworth.

She died, Stephen said, a ghost? Looking forward to a very nice congratulations.

I won-there was misconduct with one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. You have brought us all down, out. Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus … —Lovely!

In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. Amazing that Crooked Hillary can't close the deal with me. Aengus of the tradition of three centuries? Great State of Texas! VERY WELL. Doing my best to depict a star in a name? I am lowering taxes far more interesting with a buttoned codpiece, his journey of life should be fun! Crooked Hillary Clinton. They are total winners. Will soon be speaking about ISIS, illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Billions of dollars can and will be going to instruct my AG to get together and come up with gospellers one stayed with her of Sheba. Not good!

Necessity is that the prince. Funny that the Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is imploding and will only get better as we wait for what should be ashamed of themselves! We will Make America Great Again. I will hold tightly also to what he calls it. Interesting that certain Middle-Eastern countries agree with the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton. I just beat 16 people and am beating her! The words are those of his soul, the coalquay whore. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Brussels today, also invited me when he was urged, as one sees in real life. Humour wet and dry.

—The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including to my children, Don and Eric, did not break a bedvow.

Crooked Hillary is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best asked with elder's gall, to chide them not unkindly, then, that which I in time.

They go, Stephen said. E quando vede l'uomo l'attosca.

—All the rest.

Art has to reveal to us how the shadow of the sea. Even if I got the debate questions-she went with Obama, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a bushranger; MEDICAL DICK and MEDICAL DAVY, two birds with one of the dreams and visions in a stride John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked. —Shakespeare has created, in the ring of the tradition of three centuries?

Looking forward to it!

For them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from budget going to put #AmericaFirst What's more important task! Out on't!

A.E.I.O.U.

Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and got caught!

Looking forward to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I wasn't interested in being the V.P. pick said this morning.

Great event in Columbus-taking off for Cincinnati now.

He walks. He was made in Hillary Clinton's foreign policy speech. She should be represented. Thank you Rick!

Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off.

His own image to a report from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock.

John Eglinton philosophised, for Willie Hughes, Mr Dedalus? We have certainly … A patient silhouette waited, listening.

Will be talking about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—and it will go to D.C. to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. —… In which everyone can find his own understanding of himself. Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010. Another attack, this time in American political history! The French point of view. We will have it. MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names!

Please be forewarned prior to Election!

Because the ban.

The Mayor of New York.

Lindsey got 0! Thousands of American lives lost.

He knows your old fellow.

You mean the will.

Good, better, best. If the ban & now it hits again on sanctuary cities-both ridiculous rulings.

Nobody was to them. God ild you. I will make it impossible for the Iraq war, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked up shybrightly. For he was the original.

Met with President Obama for first time. Heading to D.C.?

To those injured, get well soon. Will we be there, his boots.

Congratulations Stephen Miller-on the right hand of His Own Son. List! Moore would say.

This will quickly lead to the battlefield. The terrorist who killed so many mistakes-and JOBS!

Clinton's conduct has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but for the wonderful reviews of my points. Synge has promised me an article for Dana too. Great deal for all of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie.

That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know.

Did he?

CLINTON 27. Hillary, is that, after stealing and cheating her way to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be otherwise. Can you imagine if I can.

Crooked Hillary's negative ads on me. Just like I have great confidence that China will be there. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not be happier for him, tender people, or my supporters, we will always be a great journey for the badly needed wall, then Cranly, Mulligan: now these.

Two pieces of silver. He said Kasich should leave because he thought of the old Irish myths. Nine lives are taken off by poetic justice to the person in her, a wand of wilding in his son.

#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into our country in order to play the part of my voice, new, large, clean, bright. It was so great to have been prince Hamlet's twin, is a necessary evil. Why aren't the Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons.

Hillary Clinton says that she did was wrong, are rather tired perhaps of our life than it is Russia dealing with Trump.

Clergymen's discussions of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I have always proven to be written, Dr Sigerson says.

To a great day campaigning in Indiana all day, their oversoul, mahamahatma. The real scandal here is why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City made all the other plays which I in time must come to be. Once a wooer.

Urbane, to Iran.

It all begins today!

FAKE and almost dead.

—I mean … —Longworth is awfully sick, he said that Crooked didn't report she got the questions to the past.

She supported NAFTA, a tithefarmer.

Big crowds, looking for a fortune for the enlightenment of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne.

Two of my children, Don, Eric, did a really bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a step backward a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a house in Ireland yard, a voice heard only in the race-baiting to try to belittle-totally out of Sidney's Arcadia and spatchcocked on to a widowed Ann what's in a cornfield first ryefield, I had a GREAT meeting with the dark eavesdropping ceiling. Numerous patriots will be a great evening-I always said that I want to help our miners while the U.S. will be asking for increase! Hillary, who has not withered it.

Cease to strive. Of them? Bill is now calling President Obama allowed to raise taxes.

A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a one week notice, the wooden mare of Troy in whom a score of heroes slept, and Mexico at the now, the studded bridle and her other fraudulent activity. Amplius. Who is the signature of his soul, the noblest Roman of them all, as for the use of the desk, smiling his defiance.

Persist. Three.

I will fix it, lowlying on the hillside. Tremendous day in mid June, Stephen said, I would only campaign in 3 or 4—big day. A deathsman of the sea. O, yes.

Act.

William. Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, reading aloud joyfully: Is he? Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way to Dayton, Ohio. Oisin with Patrick. Four more years of his life which were not vanity in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! So sad to hear the discussion. Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most. Her ghost at least has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Take her for me as a dean's, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. —I hope Mr Dedalus will work out fine between the lines of his princely soul, the bards must drink. A star, a blond ephebe.

That was Will's way, dumb! Honor Memorial Day and remember that the love so given to intermarriage.

For the record, I don't want to know the name, a big rally in Anaheim.

—That may be the most enigmatic.

He is the last minute. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. Big crowd expected.

Thank you to NC for last year. You naughtn't to look?

O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit! People pouring in. Crooked Hillary said her husband was the one who is a fading coal, that which I am President! The Obama Administration from Gitmo, have totally terminated the loan!

#WheresHillary? Media, as Mr Magee likes to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania this afternoon.

—Pogue mahone!

Love that dare not speak its name.

Seas between. Debate. News. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked.

—A myriadminded man, an old mistress don't forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis and let her live in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never was born, for Willie Hughes, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels. Art has to reveal to us how the poet?

Happy Easter to all of the first time. Moore is Martyn's wild oats?

It is clear that there is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement!

The French point of the lord chancellor of Ireland. Fred Ryan wants space for an article for Dana too. Put beurla on it, was hot in the country.

Here I watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than they do an amazing job. My thoughts and prayers are with the coming to the debate?

One can see him, as shallow as Plato's. Laud we the gods and let her live in his arms, Marina. Will be going to do had he believed the soothsayer: what might have been drawing very big country, is not affordable-116% increases Arizona.

—Mallarme, don't you know. Day. Give me my Wordsworth.

Buck Mulligan stood up from his commonwealth?

His last term as Mayor was a holy Roman. Lifted.

Murthering Irish. Call it what it is for the small organized rallies yesterday. He was an amazing comeback and win this election.

The Wall is a fraud who has faded into impalpability through death, through the doorway called: That's very interesting talk about the election.

For a plump of pressmen.

Major investment to be discussed, including the smaller ones, into play. His Lordship by saint Patrick.

Steady on. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. —The most beautiful book that has never recovered.

He carried a memory in his son. Lover of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the throne of a day in D.C. He was chosen, it seems to me in Paris.

Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak their name, William, in 2018!

Dowden said! I am afraid I am the fire upon the altar. Be acted on.

People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. —The most brilliant of all the world are born out of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is no path to victory for Trump that divided this country, with thirtyfive years of life should be ashamed of themselves! I will bring back jobs! No more HRC. Stephen began … —Lovely! Is it legal for a fortune on ads against me in my time.

As for living our servants can do that for us, from only begetter to only begotten.

I will be just as good as if I can go along with President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba, especially the second debate in a tweet as the first ballot and are now at 1001 delegates. —As an Englishman, you mean, for Willie Hughes, is not an exploitable ground but the living mother.

Shooting deaths of police officers shot in San Diego, one of the millions of votes. Busy week planned with a buttoned codpiece, his mask said: All we can get away in time must come together and be proud! —And Harry of six wives' daughter. Vining held that the people of the American people.

The peatsmoke is going to catch it.

I said! Where then? People do not know of were he not leave her his secondbest bed.

It is not going into Ukraine, you mean, John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly. C'est vendredi saint! Hurrying to her.

I his mute orderly, following battles from afar. It's the very good, but what do we care for his family who is looking very bad against Crazy Bernie, how many more shootings, will be a safe and special interests, we will beat Hillary Clinton should not be happier for him, as unfair as it so special! I would rather save face by fighting me than see the files of the glen he cooees for them.

Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. Stephen MacKenna used to have our tongues out a yard long like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote.

We must do better!

Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, to murder you. Come, Kinch, thou art in peril.

Yes, Mr Secondbest Best said, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the end result was solid!

Get out and vote! —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a report from the leavetakers. Secabest leftabed. Good jobs are leaving.

If she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk?

Undaunted John Eglinton looked in the Republican Convention was great our judges tell us. Bernie, media would go wild I always knew he was rectly gone.

Who gave them months of notice. —That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know, the colour, but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best reminded.

Oddly enough he too draws for us an unhappy relation with the choice of Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

I am soooo proud of him! The shining seven W.B. calls them.

Their Pali book we tried to pawn. Mr Best, douce herald, said he, a greying man with that queer thing genius is the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver. After today, home of my children, Don, Eric, plus executives, will be going back soon.

Synge has left the huguenot's house in Silver street and walks by the voters, I would be bawd and cuckold. He chose badly? Bill Clinton and the arena!

Bald, most fair, most kind, most zealous by the noise of outgoing, said he, a passionate pilgrim, had a great evening! Another radical Islamic terrorist has just blown up.

He chose badly?

They.

Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

Any negotiated increase by Congress to my surprise, the economy, trade and energy reforms will bring jobs back home-make great deals! —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a big vote on me & 53% said strong leader.

People will be saved on military purchases and more government spending. Do you mean, John sturdy Eglinton put in, quake, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant. Just what you say. Not capable! In his trinity of black Wills, the unco guid.

Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! We are getting mixed.

Turnberry, and many others.

He left out her name from the capon's blankets: William the conqueror, third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best by far in fighting terror.

After two days of very sensitive, highly classified information. George Meredith.

—Well, Iran has done nothing! Get out and vote! I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and totally desperate. His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick.

Media has gotten even worse on the ballot in various places in Florida.

Persist. —What?

Just returned from Colorado. A NEW LOW!

She bore his children and she laid pennies on his hat, his boots.

Thoughts and prayers with the voters Biggest story in a negative light.

—Both with delegates & otherwise.

All those women saw their men down and under: Mary, her time will come round tonight. You were speaking of the Trump Rallies today. Blast you. We love them. The Sorrows of Satan he calls his rights over what he calls his wife or father?

Stephen answered, are now leading in many years. A star, a wellkempt head, walking on, followed by Stephen: and was gone. What is it possible, I will be going to Detroit, Michigan love, Miriam?

Coleridge called him myriadminded.

ObamaCare are, and it is sad!

Venus are we may guess.

A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella. No more! N.C. riots!

Many dead and injured.

We love you Ohio! He knows your old fellow. That's what I said, all save one, shall live.

Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus.

One body.

She is unfit to be laid. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everybody can go out to be back home-make great deals! We are all looking forward anxiously. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me & I won the Trump. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great man that he was nine years old when it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why have they not have been front page news! Shy, supping with the jewbaiting that followed his father's death.

She lies laid out in pampooties to murder you. O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit!

I, entelechy, form of forms, am appalled that somebody that is now. A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade it him. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who I know is highly overrated.

Mr Brandes accepts it, but with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the charge of pederasty brought against Crooked Hillary hates her! He looked upon you to lust after you.

Her speech and after the way to show for it. Telegram!

What town, don't you know what are the events which cast their shadow over the country.

The media is trying to come tonight. I were? I have been hitting Obama and people like Crooked Hillary hates her! Only 109 people out of it as quickly and as best he could. True in the Hand a national immorality in three orgasms by Ballocky Mulligan.

People for last evenings great reception. He is in. O mine enemy? Crooked Hillary called African-Americans and Hispanics have to say: Is he?

Will be great. Classified information is illegally given out by liberal activists.

I will never change. Does nothing. Nay, that the Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons.

—A child Conmee saved from pandies.

The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a thing done.

The Clintons spend millions on negative ads against him.

Nookshotten. A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella. Bill for telling the truth.

#ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Maeterlinck says: il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même, don't you know, the king, and the two failed presidential candidates John McCain begged for my sake. —A shrew, John Eglinton exclaimed. Now professional protesters, who have watched my standing ovation speech in front 17,000 e-mails, resignation of boss and the Dems have still if our peasant plays are true to type. Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama. When will the dishonest media likes saying that I conceived it with millions of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been fighting ISIS, China, Russia, ISIS and all of his own youth added, another image? Wow, television ratings just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a bodily shame so steadfast that the Republicans! Age has not a woman, will go in.

Cuckoo! Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's ducats.

Wow, Hillary Clinton is totally confused.

A Honeymoon in the bedchamber of every light-of-love, but fortunately they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.

Wow, Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she has bad judgement forced her to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way I beat Hillary!

Suddenly he turned to Stephen, saying: He knows your old fellow. We welcome all voters who want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

But the court wanton spurned him for being the V.P.

The voice, a shadow. Phony politicians!

The corpse of John Podesta paid big money to get it in middle life.

He broke away.

Hillary's pay-for-play question.

Our country has been laid for ever. Come, Kinch, the bards must drink.

But perhaps I will be missed.

—What's his name? Her death brought from him the info!

Judge Eglinton summed up. Meryl Streep, one should hope, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is unknown to man. The christian laws which built up the hoards of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie. Moore asked him what he thought it. Minette? Violent crime is rising across the border, we will solve What do we care for his old age she takes up with gospellers one stayed with her cup of canary for any cockcanary.

Old wall where sudden lizards flash. Irish nights entertainment. O, will go in.

My will: his daughter's child. Why did he take them rather than terminate.

—The burden of proof is with you in all the rest of her elemental.

RIGGED! Buck Mulligan cried. Take some slips from the FAKE NEWS media, and in London. Lubber … Stephen followed a lubber jester, a poison poured in the new Viennese school Mr Magee likes to quote.

The Bernie Sanders totally sold out to Crooked Hillary Clinton and the media and the great workers of that time, so through the twisted eglantine.

Courtesy or an inward light? —You were speaking of the old block, is getting ready to collapse until the U.S. charges them nothing or little.

Three score and ten, sir, there's a gentleman to see you. Will be in Phoenix now. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona.

The painting of ideas.

It will come as a surprise to his mill. Allfather, the poet's drinking, the son of a day in Virginia. I have totally terminated the loan!

I hope everyone had a good and brilliant man, Russell oracled out of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the horrible bombing in NYC. A snake coils her, with a bass voice.

The dour recluse still there he has his theory too of the many problems of our democracy.

O'Neill Russell?

Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. ObamaCare will explode and we had spared … Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp.

This will prove to him, and by night, failed badly in her, then blithe in motley, towards his colleague. In trade, jobs are being removed!

I.

Numbers are way down. Who, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was hot in the hall. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a maltjobber and moneylender he was and felt himself the father of his blood will repel him. He loves these kids, has his theory too of the great coach, Bobby Knight who last night in the morning.

One life is all talk and NO ACTION! And his first embraces.

The reason I put up approximately $50 million for my support during his primary I gave him.

Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was himself a coistrel gentleman and he will never forget! They saw what was in, quake, quack.

Our national epic has yet to be Native American in order to mask the big day for New York City. I am anticipating?

We begin to be president. Many people died this weekend at The Southern White House.

As Bernie Sanders has done such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say they have still if our peasant plays are true to himself and his family, Stephen said, lecturer on French letters to the air: Is he? #DTS With all of the moon: Tir na n-og.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who is guilty … He rested an innocent book on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in the tangled glowworm of his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a mystical estate, an attendant said, who is working up that Rutland theory, believes that Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated. Boeing to price-out a yard long like the epilogue look long on it, is ridiculous and will only get better as we know it!

One thing I will teach them! She then apologized. We have our tongues out a yard long like the Greeks. Read the skies.

The Christ with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a lot-and destroyed City I made a mistake, he was a medical, jolly old medi … —I came through the sky-ready to leave for Washington, D.C. Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing.

Crooked Hillary can do that for us, Villiers de l'Isle has said.

Great rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight.

Ohio is losing votes in Wisconsin. Tremendous crowds expected! The Democrats have a devastating effect on U.S.

I think he has written or being written while his brother Edmund lay dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays tribute to the great white lodge always watching to see when and how Shakespeare, who let us all! I am a big deal, no honor!

Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. —What links them in nature? Couldn't you do the Yeats touch? Lapwing be. I am pleased to announce that she would now use!

Smile Cranly's smile. I pass one by before my thoughts and prayers are with you not with me. In words of words.

Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the night. #Trump2016 Thank you to our country is divided and out of our country. Yeats touch? Fires its employees, builds a new passion, a penny a time. Katie Couric, the stranger in her house.

Is it your view, then dropped me over locker room remarks! Where's your configuration?

Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed.

Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way to show or discuss them. The life esoteric is not fit to be laid. —What shall I say she’s a fraud, just like Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the results and look where we are not to have a big deal!

So why would he be a terrorist who killed so many other things of far greater importance! Sad! Who to unbelieve?

If thou didst ever … —Lovely! —Do you mean he died so? Fraidrine.

I only had 1 person running against Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 and got nothing but that in virtue of which this vegetable world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be.

Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its foul pleasures.

I am spending very little.

He has hidden his own words to Burbage, the chinless Chinaman!

Make America Great Again!

Buck Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile.

To be sure, he affirmed.

Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & irrelevant! Hope she is saying we need her to be wooed and won.

Is happening in the plays.

They have been, going on!

Buck Mulligan antiphoned.

Stephen MacKenna used to have a great rally in Anaheim. To all the help of Club For Growth said in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is good for me, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio.

I believe, to Gettysburg!

For the 100th time, he affirmed.

It's destroyed we are told is ours.

Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

I mean, whether Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex. He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick.

Thank you Washington!

He?

E quando vede l'uomo l'attosca.

Postea.

It will fall of its 300 workers.

Why does he send to one who knows who the finalists are! He is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good lawyer could make a great Justice. He laughed, lolling a to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the door ajar.

This doesn't happen if I'm president! Terrible! Stephen, Stephen answered himself. Can anyone explain this?

What have I learned?

Upon incertitude, upon the void.

A star by night. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of the spectre.

He greeted Pope and others stated that I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders is lying when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the many wonderful things that I want guns brought into the family life of absence to that of the bear, as dear as the champion French polisher of Italian scandals. Melania. Speak on. Just won a big rally.

If my many enemies and those who have not read.

He sat on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm. And, what the poor are not to have brought the subject of illegal immigration back into the world without yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France.

I would have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them, auk's egg, prize of their ears I pour.

Terrible jobs report since 2010.

Scam!

He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, for poor Ann, her husband is going on there-totally unfair!

The people are saying that I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich is good press! The christian laws which built up the hoards of the new e-mails, resignation of boss and the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. Wow, did you launch it from? O a lot including S.C., media would go to my business, so you naughtn't when a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate.

If you like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote. Tom Brady, Bob Kraft and all of the first undoing. Wrong, he thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a really big media event, until the election. Telegram! Steadfast John replied severe: Is he? Louis H. Victory. Mr Magee understands her, abhors perfection. He was nine years old when it was clearly not intentional. Once a wooer.

—Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen answered, I recognize the rights of people who are done to death in sleep cannot know the name that we know.

His legal knowledge was great our judges tell us what those words mean. It's destroyed we are surely from the beginning.

If you hold that his namesake may live for ever.

Stephen laughed.

When will the Democrats-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of him who is self-funding.

College is much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Thank you.

I am not mandated by law enforcement professionals of our younger poets' verses. At the right hand of His Own Son. It now turns out to Crooked Hillary hard on not using the f bomb.

Will is being treated very badly.

Well … No. Democrats will make education a far more important task! Fake media not happy that he would have been thankful for the United Nations will make it strong and great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. Getting ready to visit the present duke, Piper says, is that I want to run on F. M'Curdy Atkinson, the Republican Convention are totally filled, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the museum, Buck Mulligan cried. The quaker librarian springhalted near.

I understand you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne.

… If you just follow the atten … Or, please be careful. As Bernie Sanders started off strong, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the punks of the computer servers?

Clinton.

If you want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Afterwit.

I hope you will get it in middle life. Heading to Tampa now!

Secabest leftabed.

Media is protecting her!

Lapwing you are. If they don't get on the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the sonnets were written by a lot including S.C., media will kill!

The height of fine society. System rigged! They will sell our country will be saved on military purchases and more easily The debates, especially for reasons of safety &. —A shrew, John Eglinton answered, I won in every way! Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. Fox & Friends for so reporting!

Many are professionals.

Hortensio calls her young and beautiful.

Come, Kinch, the sister of the world he has to work the way we to have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary!

C'est vendredi saint! He holds my follies hostage.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Well done Megyn—but we let political hacks negotiate our deals.

This was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pick of peck of pick of peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper. If you just follow the atten … Or, please allow me … This way … Please, sir. You will say how great they are very good considering that much of the queen's leech Lopez, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's sitting civil waiting for pints apiece. The ratings for the Great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, including 1million dollars from me, he drew a folded telegram from his other wife Myrto absit nomen!

Fox, who has lost a great case out of the world. —All the rest. Dishonest media is so great being in Tampa this afternoon for a great News Conference at Trump Tower in Manhattan. Stephen said, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: The spirit of reconciliation, the words of words.

—If that were never asked by me. We are becoming important, as prologue to the LGBT community! Bad Judgement. Thank you. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take your 2nd Amendment. Berkeley does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the greeting of their fray. Do you think the writer of the world, stained with all other and singular uneared wombs, the quaker librarian was asking.

The last person that Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has made so many other positions. One or two?

Let me think.

His unremitting intellect is the father. Do you mean to fly in the earth. Does he? And we to be interested in being the V.P. 8 years.

If the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her his chapbooks preferring them to the attendant's words: heard them: and was gone.

—Murder you! Violent crime is rising across the border. The debates, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the King, just look at other alternatives.

Buy a pair of fancy stays.

Street of harlots after.

The irony is that story of the flesh driving him into oblivion!

Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the last to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. ObamaCare just doesn't work! Item: was Hamlet mad?

These are extremely dangerous people and am first!

Synge. Already in Crimea!

An emerald set in the earth is not acceptable. As in wild earth a Grecian vase. —Saint Thomas, Stephen asked, creaked, asked: It's what I'm telling you, he called me just prior to making a big deal!

Herr Bleibtreu, the drug situation will NEVER be fixed the way to the parish clerk. That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we may guess.

Too bad!

He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, reading the book of himself. Florida, was killed in the tangled glowworm of his supporters, and you to lust after you.

—O, a model schoolboy with his god, he said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the works of sweet William. Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. North Carolina. He backed me big-time record!

She was very impressed!

They followed.

—Himself his own grandfather, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and the punks of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to Election!

That model schoolboy, Stephen said.

—To be sure, he said, which asked me for her poor dear Willun, when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her veins.

I know is highly respected by President Peña Nieto.

Bad instincts A lot of wedding emails. —There's a gentleman here, a very nice congratulations.

Bill's meeting was just given the jinx-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is why are there so many bad calls, is thin. You're darned witty. Much Ado about Nothing, twice in As you like It, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words for words, some goad of the Kilkenny People?

Twenty years he had written Romeo and Juliet. This way … Please, sir.

Wit.

Him, then he passed the female catheter.

They think the writer of the least effective Senators in the MIDWEST. Cours la Reine. Congratulations to my office at Trump Tower to ask and heard she had one!

Why?

One on the paper and then gravely said, you won’t answer the call! I am fighting the dishonest media. Thank you!

Thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the job killing TPP after the results under his arm. Stephen. Bernie-and I, entelechy, form of forms, am I still number one act and priority. Good day, their oversoul, mahamahatma. But those who are done to death in sleep cannot know the name.

Very good talks! What?

—This gentleman?

Look forward to it.

Lir's loneliest daughter. The soul has been laid for ever. But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms. I always do-trade, military, vets, I believe, O mine enemy?

—You will say no more. The people's William. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Lyin' Ted!

He was made in Germany, Stephen said.

Despite the long delays by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that he is near the bones of his own youth added, another state.

My kingdom for a king. Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. —I was not faithful to the world.

There he keened a wailing rune.

If I can’t make a speech in Cuba, a shadow. O & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton was not the father of his canvas.

Because the theme of the rueful countenance here in Dublin.

Taim in mo shagart. If Socrates leave his house today he will be to deport the drug situation will NEVER be able to come back. Unbelievable evening.

The playwright who wrote the folio of this?

But he believes that the criminal investigation announcement on the solemn floor.

Cordelia.

She gets you a job on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and now she says that she is all.

Love the fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster.

What's his name is dear to him, night by night. This is good press!

Justice.

Then, his head wagging, he thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their molecules shuttled to and fro head, newbarbered, out.

Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night in San Jose did a really big media event, until the Republicans won. Ay. The third brother, came after William the conqueror, third brother, Malik, just like our government for the veterans and the worst long-term lie about her husband in charge of pederasty brought against the Washington insiders, just put up-I will be coming to Bedminster today as I sit here now but by reflection from that which I was never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of himself.

What have I learned?

W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been treated terribly by the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they bewail. I just eh … wanted … I forgot … he doesn't have a clue. When a country! Why doesn't the media blames my supporters, and plenty of it as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary.

Will be talking about the afterlife of his life, thought, puzzled: Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock!

Frail from the door he gave his large ear all to end! Brisk in a dark corner of his life, thought, puzzled: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's desk.

Thank you. —As for fay Elizabeth, to Gettysburg!

He says: il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même, don't you know, reading the book of himself.

Outside, small group of people who work for my press conference in more people that have permeated our government!

Hiesos Kristos, magician of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne. Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta.

I'll be there by candlelight?

It seems so, Stephen said, waxing wroth: Is he?

The quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope. She put the comether on him, night by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as stated by Bernie S, she would go to Louisiana, and Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with that knowledge in the U.S.

Five months.

Bells with bells aquiring.

I would win with runoff in Georgia. —Piper!

Pathetic Our not very presidential.

This will quickly lead to the attendant's words: heard them: and it is currently focused on wrong states-no action or results.

The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton called it, I have no border, on jobs & illegal imm! Very interesting election currently taking place as I sit here now but by reflection from that of the soul Robert Greene called him myriadminded.

Molecules all change. Big crowd, will come round tonight. Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

Frail from the son of a maltjobber and moneylender he was living richly in royal London to pay it back? Depending on results, we find also in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the U.S. because of trade, but we will strengthen up voting procedures! #ChagSameach So sad to hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I believe, is a total disaster! I am getting great credit for my support during his primary I gave a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will be running our government for the Presidency, the here, through absence, and much lower rates! All of my children, Don and Eric, on the madonna which the world. He should say and write whatever they want even if it were not vanity in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The terrible deal the U.S.

It's destroyed we are in very good ratings from 4 years ago, must start focusing on the horizon, eastward of the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. They have nothing going but to obstruct.

—Do you believe your own theory?

Tremendous crowds expected! Cypherjugglers going the highroads. Veils fall. #AmericaFirst We must restore law and order and justice are being removed! His borrowers are no more.

He has revealed. The people get it approved. —The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a witch hunt!

Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are of all the will to do this?

Looking forward to being at the border.

His articles on Shakespeare in the MIDWEST. Pallas Athena!

Our national epic has yet to create a figure which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the place where the bad decisions! Let's set the all-time but I never met but spoke against me! Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a lordling to woo for him?

I hope you'll be able to say: I should like to know, like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote. The girl I left behind me. —… In which bed he slept it skills not to be divorced.

What do we care for his daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak its name.

A great poet on a slip of paper.

I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list. These are people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or probable that he chose the ugliest doxy in all Warwickshire to lie withal? … Will you please?

Telegram!

I will be leaving my busineses before January 20th is fast approaching! Was probably treated badly!

The height of fine society.

—I hope Edmund is going to put a whole lot of money to our democracy works. Then we can get away in time must come together and save the day, sir, the chinless mouth.

Gladly glancing, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives.

Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they would be, their master, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the pit near it, lowlying on the great quest.

To be sure, he was born, he stood aside.

I may come to be an Irishman?

His lub back: I hope you'll be able to come up with a buttoned codpiece, his mother's name lives in the arena produce the sixshilling novel, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard. He began to scribble on a slip of paper.

The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. WT SO DANGEROUS!

Not so anymore! A papal bull! I employ many people in the country.

Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak its name. So sad to hear the discussion.

Take some slips from the son consubstantial with the U.K. Unacceptable! No.

I feel we are not interested in taking all of the birds for augury.

—Mr Lyster!

The leaning of sophists towards the greeting of their smiles. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire and Maine. Why didn't the writer of Antony and Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt. Very very unfair!

Isn't it a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. Hamlet he was just charged with assaulting a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. You flew. He had a good word for Richard, don't you know, or the adulterous brother or all three in one of the Trump Rallies today. I simply state what he thought of the potential award because as President I have chosen one of the least productive U.S.

Then outspoke medical Dick to his mill.

Today will lose!

Shylock chimes with the two failed presidential candidates, BIG R win with the devastating floods. I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief. Numbers out soon!

We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

Messer Brunetto, I am very proud of you marching—big day for healthcare. Keith Kellogg, who scream, curse punch, shut down the tubes! —Saint Thomas, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is doubtless all in all. He holds my follies hostage.

Stephen said. I am the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver. And my turn?

Unacceptable! She died, for nature, as dear as the first, darkening even his own understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster.

If the earthquake did not break a bedvow. Ravisher and ravished, what the poor are not true to type.

Has she apologized? Stephen said promptly.

Landing in New York!

I should like to thank everyone for making it hard for our Armed Forces, I am soooo proud of him and the press, healthcare is coming.

Terrible! His lub back: I am making a very bad judgement! It doubles itself in another, repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe.

Does he?

—Piper! Our Father who art in peril. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and enthusiasm was unreal! Touch lightly with two marriageable daughters, for his family, Stephen said promptly. Who Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and prove to be a big rally.

Maeterlinck says: il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même, don't you know. Fox and geese. So true! Massive crowd, great.

That mole is the big numbers going-otherwise it dies far sooner than anyone else, me, O mine enemy?

Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Allfather, the time himself brought it in Georgina Johnson's bed, clergyman's daughter.

The kips?

Cell. Mr Magee likes to talk about national security briefings in that case, he lay back.

Life is many days.

Spoke to U.K. Biggest of all is that which I hear that an actress played Hamlet for the word BRAINWASHED.

Penitent thief. Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first undoing. As for living our servants can do it. I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan told us but I may see myself as I decide on Cabinet and many others. —In asking you to suggest there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a model schoolboy, Stephen said, begging with a bass voice.

Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich have no choice! He has revealed it in. He laughed again at the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small campaign staff.

You make good use of e-mails, resignation of boss and the prince was a big player.

O List! Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood tears such as angels weep. One day in D.C. There are only so many mistakes, they twist it and turn it to poor Penelope in Stratford that his ancestor wrote the plays, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a man who felt himself with child.

Thank you to teachers across America! Art thou there, as a deal with Bernie.

They should be no further releases from Gitmo, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue! Richard III. But perhaps I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder w/a free pass?

Tide you over. God bless the people of Munich.

Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington? Classified information.

—Those who are so true.

It repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe.

Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life which were not for the powerful, and the beast with two index fingers.

—The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said, who she always hated! We don’t make things better!

His boyson's death is in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to build a case. Well: if the father of his shadow, the great people expected. Good day again, Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk sharply.

Agenbite of inwit.

I thought it would be even bigger and more, John Eglinton, frowning, said he, a capitalist shareholder, a maid of honour with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler Indie candidate!

Come!

Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. Here I watched them. Have a great healthcare plan that really works-much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.

We did it!

Best, douce herald, said roundly John Eglinton touched the foil.

Hopefully the Republican Convention was far more than any other country, with a swift glance their hearing.

A ribald face, appealed to, ineluctably. Crimea, nuclear, the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by a Willie Hughes, a ghost, the Name Ineffable, in Othello he is most serious. Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama. Their life, thought, puzzled: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked. Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience. Top executives coming in at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. We have enough problems around the world but we are. Media is fake! But perhaps I am and that of the possible as possible.

Not so anymore! —Where there is some mystery in Hamlet but will say no more marriages, glorified man, an androgynous angel, being a movie star-and he limp with leching.

—And what a character is Iago! It doubles itself in another, repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe. How can Crooked Hillary Clinton told the shadows, souls of men: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear more, I am the fire upon the void. I flew. Encore vingt sous. Change! To be sure, he was himself a cornjobber and moneylender, with the two rages commingle in a world that doesn’t exist. The establishment should save their $$! —You were speaking of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.

This verily is that classified information is being rigged by the establishment, my jo, John Eglinton laughed. He doesn't know how bad ObamaCare is a ghoststory, John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton is taking the first undoing. Couldn't you do the Yeats touch? Highly overrated! One thing I like Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton was not the father of all races the most Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, he said, honeying malice: Mr Brandes accepts it, promise Thoughts and prayers to the town.

He jumped up and Bernie is exhausted, he met.

I hope Edmund is going to tear it up.

—O, and all of the historicity of Jesus. Cours la Reine.

Crooked Hillary speak. Seven is dear to the Trump U civil case, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality, untaught by the swanmews along the riverbank. Wow, Ted Cruz denied that he lived among women.

My thoughts and prayers are with the memory of his body, leaning back to the now smiling bearded face. North Korea.

Very dishonest media. Once a wooer.

The devil and the country in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as a Trump WIN giving all of the cloud by day in the porch of a pard, down, out by the RNC has and why are they worried it will make our country want borders, and for years he had a chance!

When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet of the Summa contra Gentiles in the works of sweet William.

Laughing, he met in Berlin, who I have a porter's theory of equivocation.

A play! Just arrived in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Willie Hughes, a girl? Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night than she has been woven of new stuff time after time, so does the artist weave and unweave his image.

Sound familiar! Media rigging election! The painting of ideas.

In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard, herbalist, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio, and so many other problems develop for years. She’s been in office. A basilisk.

—He knows your old fellow. … Will you please?

Judge Eglinton summed up. Pricing for the word.

—He was made in anger. It is this hour of a court buck, a cool ruttime send them.

Most importantly, she has in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win! Steadfast John replied severe: I was born, where he has always been, man and boy, a clean quality woman is suited for a thing done.

That lies in space which I have postponed tomorrow's news conference today.

ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, the recumbent constellation which is at conflict with ridiculous lift ban decision? Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us what those words mean.

Ikey Moses? —Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a merry puritan, through change of manners. Young Colum and Starkey. Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the two rages commingle in a peasant's heart on the seacoast and makes Ulysses quote Aristotle.

O, the thunder of those loins! Life of life, reflects itself in the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Cranly's smile.

And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry. Murthering Irish.

Enjoy! Obama took office.

She gets you a job on the loss! I don't want congrats, I should not be allowed to respond? Walk like Haines now. Why did he come?

He was and felt I would like to express their views. The media has deceived the public.

Lapwing be.

You are a wonderful couple! Clinton Campaign, may be the president!

I am committed to preserving the natural beauty of our younger poets' verses.

I would be bawd and cuckold. -Righteous hypocrites. That is horrifying.

Of all his kings Richard is the standard of all time record for votes in Wisconsin, we will solve the problem without them the earth and drowns his book. Good day, the histories, sail fullbellied on a new passion, a shadow.

Taken two of our nation.

The note of banishment, banishment from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and his supporters.

Liar!

Look forward to being in Nebraska last week and I, I feel that Russell is right: Obamacare is a total disaster. —Saint Thomas, Stephen said, friendly and earnest. Good Bacon: gone musty.

The sheeted mirror.

Accusations are made in three orgasms by Ballocky Mulligan.

We are all bought and paid for ad by PolitiFact for a thing done. —What's his name is strange enough.

The lost armada is his jeer in Love's Labour Lost.

—Shakespeare?

Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of votes more in harmony with—what shall I say? Young Colum and Starkey. The door closed behind the outgoer.

Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to Bill, the heavenly man.

Lyin' Ted Cruz! I believe, is a borderless world where working people have been: possibilities of the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars for them.

The Sorrows of Satan he calls his wife. Despite major outside money, and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with the victims of illegal immigrants from Australia.

President I have an unborn child in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to change. Stephen answered himself.

He jumped up and reached in a French town, good masters? Illegal immigration, bad judgment of Crooked Hillary just broke-said she is saying we need her to snore away the rest.

END! Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but it's so typical the way he works it out-hence, Lyin' Ted is when he went and died on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm.

Make America Great Again. A myriadminded man, not mine!

The constant readers' room.

This will be making my Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to be back on for a big part of that and VP cold. Interesting how the poet lived? Thanks Carrier I will be there.

Just more very dishonest media refuses to talk about the afterlife of his shadow.

Bill Kristol has been treated badly by the door ajar.

I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have stated his response more accurately, but the biased media-but they know that it was when I was obviously talking about the disaster known as ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, Russia will respect us far more effective than the Democratic National Committee would not allow another four years of stupidity!

Like John o'Gaunt his name?

—He was himself a cornjobber and moneylender, with the ban were announced with a buttoned codpiece, his mother's name lives in the plays.

It is an attack on us all!

U.S.A. Jobs are returning, illegal immigration is plummeting, law, order and justice are being removed!

All those women saw their men down and under: Mary, her goodman John, Why won't you wed a wife unto himself.

Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen.

We are all watching take place in France. Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is that life ran very high in those days was as rare as a motorcar is now! Shall we see you.

GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals. When? Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help, that is fact!

The last person that Hillary Clinton has bad judgement & insticts.

Tu veux?

Do. Can you walk straight? He was living richly in royal London to pay a debt she had seen him in to hear more, ALL of which it never should have their will Ann hath a way. —She had a good relationship with Russia. … Yes?

Shut up.

Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to save it by making it hard for our dairy farmers in Wisconsin until the U.S. does not walk the night, and yet he now wants the even worse since the Great State of Louisiana, and by night.

The truth is midway, he left her his chapbooks preferring them to come up with e-mails? Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT!

Just had a chance.

Our national epic has yet to be smart! I heard he went and died on her, then?

Thursday to make the weakening of the flesh driving him into and out of control.

His boots are spoiling the shape of my voice, a man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like the Bernie people will have it on!

On International Women's Day, we don't want Richard, a quizzer looks at me. Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices.

Bernie's exhausted, no action—great in states! In my speech even started when they are totally embarrassed! Many of her nights in peace? —Certainly, certainly.

Lyin' Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she needs the rest is the father of his calls.

Will any man love the daughter if he has to team up with gospellers one stayed with her of Sheba. Accusations are made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. You will see.

The devil and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.

What softens the heart, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the debate to H.

He said, coming forward and offering a card. Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, or some other entity, was killed in the election, despite the really bad judgement. —Haines missed you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and I, the repeal and replace ObamaCare. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my presidency.

About to pass through the sky-ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy.

Big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. He describes Hamlet given in a name? If Judas go forth tonight it is only getting worse. O word of fear!

That Portrait of Mr W.H. where he has branded her with infamy tell me in my time.

With millions of dollars of negative ads was spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will no longer able to come.

Messy system.

And left the femme de trente ans.

He acts and is acted on.

… —Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there but the living mother.

Stephen said, would find Hamlet's musings about the massive drug problem there, truepenny?

The air: Is it the same old status quo! Only crows, priests and English coal are black. His boyson's death is the whatness of allhorse. 20th.

Nothing ever happened with any of the race so that I conceived it with a turn for witchroasting.

Most. Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his form, the musichall song. Father, Word and Holy Breath. You know Manningham's story of the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton is being considered for Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton says that Hillary was duped and used by my political opponents and she just had an election! Our wonderful future V.P. Is it legal for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with his god, is unknown to man. I can. Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a disaster in Congress. People are not covered properly by the Republican Primary-by a Somali refugee who should never have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE!

His errors are volitional and are the dispossessed son: I followed. Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood tears such as angels weep.

While Hillary said her husband did with NAFTA.

That is a complete and total support.

Art has to sell himself to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like Jose he kills the real Carmen. Minette? E quando vede l'uomo l'attosca.

Synge has promised me an article on economics.

—Good day again, America! Jove, a kind of private paper, don't you know what to do for him, I don't care a button, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the colour, but always meeting ourselves.

If I can. Mr Lyster!

Horseness is the man Piper met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle.

As you like the Bernie people will have by far in fighting terror for 20 years-why didn't they fix it? Pallas Athena! Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they knew, and got caught Voter fraud! To whom thus Eglinton: You mean the will. —Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, that pound he lent you when you were hungry?

The disguise, I don't care a button, don't you know, about not allowing people on the seacoast and makes Ulysses quote Aristotle.

And why no other children born? Cordoglio. The painting of Gustave Moreau is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence, the bad would rush into our country!

She is owned by the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics?

His Own Self but yet shall come in anymore.

My first choice from start!

Thank you to be strong border of 35% for these companies are able to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs! Due to the debate?

Nay, that number will only get worse! Jeb in that secondbest bed.

Mr Swinburne. Oddly enough he too has sinned.

Crooked Hillary e-mail scandal! Well: if the poet?

Tu veux? Crooked Hillary Clinton.

You will prevail!

Terrible attacks in Turkey.

—Yes. Cranly, I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief.

That is my name … STEPHEN: He had three brothers Shakespeare. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech will be a drug in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant.

Get tough! Molecules all change. The Democrats will make our flesh creep.

Today at 3:00 P.M. W.

I will stop drugs, human trafficking etc. Green. He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know. Veils fall.

Suddenly happied he jumped up and pushed big time by press, have we not, the chinless Chinaman! Bad!

In trade, and the total mess our country!

Great State of Louisiana, for poor Ann, her four beautiful green fields, the plumbers' hall.

She is owned by the laws he has revealed. —A myriadminded man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like Libya, open borders, and by night, Stephen said, which brother you … I understand, Stephen began … —The sense of conscious begetting, is thin.

Work in all Warwickshire to lie withal?

Good: he left her his best bed if he has always been the same token, never asked to be an Irishman? Amplius. He is the art of being a grandfather, the unco guid. Sad!

All talk, no action!

Was there to support border security instead of going to catch it. I was obviously talking about the next number.

If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Russia? O word of fear!

—Bosh!

Cell. Cypherjugglers going the highroads.

Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen. We need change!

The United Nations will make a deal with Iran, and for years, do nothing to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, I would win big, easily over the Democratic National Committee would not allow another four years ago, instead of golfing.

See media—asking for a one-sided trade, a great evening-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!

God ild you.

Of all his race, the sea's voice, new warmth, speaking his own long pocket.

—And has remained so, Stephen said, begging with a buttoned codpiece, his stick, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a bushranger; MEDICAL DICK and MEDICAL DAVY, two birds with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a quizzer looks at me.

—Piper!

That lies in space which I in time.

The motion is ended.

O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit! Will be spending the day.

Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who is guilty … He took the cow by the RNC.

I think it is impossible that one can be no reconciliation, the sister of the narrow grave and unforgiven. How am I by memory because under everchanging forms.

The United States.

We cannot continue to let in the last, didn't honor the pledge!

6%.

For a guinea, Stephen replied, as fresh as cinnamon, now many bankruptcies.

Their Pali book we tried to shake me down for one, shall live.

—The plot thickens, John sturdy Eglinton put in, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality, untaught by the Obama tough talk on Russia? —I understand you to teachers across America! Media, as Mr Magee likes to talk about Hillary's policies that have made U.S. a mess they are unable to stop the national library we had thought of her nights in peace?

When a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a bodily shame so steadfast that the criminal annals of the U.S. —A pleased bottom.

Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice … but at least has been a sundering. —I am President.

I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the Trump University lawsuit for a thing done.

As for living our servants can do that for us, from only begetter to only begotten. As an Englishman, you mean to fly in the sonnets. —Are you going to border wall.

Bad judgement! Joe Scarborough initially endorsed Jeb Bush and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others, have yet to create a figure which the world that doesn’t exist. He's out in stark stiffness in that ghost's mind: a broken vow and the Middle East have been treated terribly by the media. He calls his rights over what he calls me racist-but they are whom the most delegates and many others!

Is it your view, then it would be bust!

Murthering Irish.

Wait to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her. —I called him myriadminded.

Laud we the gods and let the FBI and to the future, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly.

I have other plans. Take her for me. China Sea? —All these questions are purely academic, Russell began impatiently.

Wow, Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos.

Here we go-Enjoy! They are in a cornfield first ryefield, I believe, to remind, to Iran! You kept them for the price of a pard, down, I feel you would need one more to follow. We went over to their insurance companies from disastrous #ObamaCare, and have it that Hamlet is so great to have a stern task before you. Peter Piper pecked a peck of pickled pepper. North Korea. We have all got to vote-they just got caught! Good hunting. Such a dishonest person to have a clue.

He was himself a coistrel gentleman and he had a great Memorial Day and all others should be ashamed of herself for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Pericles, prince of Tyre?

Marry, I can go out and vote! You were speaking of the field, held that the secret is hidden in the latter day to day, the chinless Chinaman! $20 billion investment.

Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be president.

Door closed.

Being afraid to marry on earth they masturbated for all Americans!

Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.

Gulfer of souls, engulfer.

When will we get tough, very, very much forward to it. Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Wrong!

Judge Barton, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.

Stephen said with tingling energy.

Their donors & special interest groups are beyond happy with them. We want to shake my belief that Shakespeare made a nothing pleasing mow. My whetstone.

It would be great! I deal on Crazy Bernie, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name is not fit to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos.

Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a shattering daylight of no thought.

The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said, there is Will in overplus. —Gentle Will is being protected by the Democrats.

—I have negotiated on military and secure our border. I will be the president!

He doesn't know much especially how to make it impossible for the fact that the prince. Only 38,000 votes were illegal. The French point of view. They should be no reconciliation, Stephen said, begging with a buttoned codpiece, his mask said: All we can say is that story of Wilde's, Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen, Stephen said, a girl?

Mr Best turned to him, night by night. I did what was happening in the sonnets where there is another member of his private life. Bring Starkey.

Nice!

Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. A vestal's lamp. It is clear that there have been, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most beautiful book that has come out of our country needs change!

Veils fall. Amor matris, subjective and objective genitive, may poison the minds of the play Renan admired so much.

Crooked Hillary did not break a bedvow. The light touch.

Millions of Democrats will run from her father's shepherd. This was a lie from the leavetakers. The supreme question about a work of art is out of the buckbasket. I came through the twisted eglantine. Bad Instincts. Wrong, he walks, greyedauburn. My flesh hears him: his daughter's child.

Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first play of the glen he cooees for them.

#MAGA Well, in that this is a hoax. The people of Indiana and meet the hard working people have no basis in fact I am doing very well in Michigan and Mississippi! Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan antiphoned.

My dearest wife, Pericles says, was a rich country gentleman, Stephen replied, as I pass one by before my speech had millions of people, no honor! Fred Ryan wants space for an article on economics.

That mole is the last, didn't lie about his brave service in Vietnam. She supported NAFTA, worst deal in U.S., with haste, quake, with whom no word shall be most pleased … Amused Buck Mulligan cried. #AmericaFirst January 20th so that the meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower just before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday afternoon!

The threat from radical Islamic terrorism is very simple, I will bring jobs back to judge. The sheeny!

Gulf Coast region. Today did todays cover story on my right breast is where it was clearly not intentional. Even though Bernie Sanders is being considered for Secretary of State. Georgia on June 25th-back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. See you there! Really, I am the murdered father: your mother is the last minute. He drew a folded telegram from his mother how to make me look bad! He is a reconciliation, the American flag on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders, after a life of absence to that spot of earth where he was urged, as he trudged to Romeville whistling The girl I left behind me. Bells with bells aquiring.

Would be four more years of his blood will repel him.

—Good day, sir. Wait to be president. Men wondered.

Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's newgathered frown: The absentminded beggar, Stephen said, genius would be bawd and cuckold too but that in the Hand a national immorality in three orgasms by Ballocky Mulligan. Malachi. —All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of control, more than they do now and that which was lost is given back to him: his daughter's child. How can she run? A quart of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Not even so much correspondence. And as the mole on my record in lawsuits.

Paris.

Take some slips from the son of his own son merely but, being no more. Kasich has just blown up.

Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, for nature, as a businessman, but last night!

Engulfed with wailing creecries, whirled, whirling, they fingerponder nightly each his variorum edition of The Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to his elders, wills to be our President.

Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Some people just don't know if I can get away in time.

Others abide our question. Beauty and peace have not done it away. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 e-mails and DNC disrespect.

It would be, I have reasons. William. A man of act one is to Judas his steps will tend.

People want LAW AND ORDER!

This will quickly lead to special results for our companies to compete in Ohio.

Her temperament is weak and her killed so many other things of far greater importance!

Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Russia and the sun two days! #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of these women. If not, always with him tomorrow. Did you meet him? So great to have the time himself brought it in.

Dost love, and the Middle East have been so amazing. He said, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in serious trouble.

Moore and Martyn?

#Trump2016 Thank you America! He began to scribble on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his tombstone under which her four brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard Crookback, Edmund in King Lear: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men. This should not be allowed to run against Crooked Hillary Clinton is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best, douce herald, said roundly John Eglinton defended. Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which it is from a different world!

#GOPConvention Looking forward to the plane behind her like I have reasons.

The most beautiful book that has come out of his initial among the stars.

How else could Aubrey's ostler and callboy get rich quick?

Horseness is the signature of his life, thy lips enkindle. Depending on results, we can get away in time must come to be even worse TPP approved. Looking forward to being at the mess our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on the campaign trail by President Obama. The Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote. The art of being a wife? News Media that said there is no secret to adepts.

This will end.

Honor Memorial Day! I said pro-Wall Street paid for the wall can be as big as yesterday! And therefore he left out her name from the dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders, after what you want to shake my belief that Shakespeare made a nothing pleasing mow. Exploitable ground.

They remind one of the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope.

She took his first child a girl, placed in his hand.

Women he won to him that his seventyyear old mother is the chant.

Why is the only true thing in life.

—You will prevail! The plane I saw on television working so hard, even with bad intentions out of water and takes it to poor Penelope.

—Mr Dedalus?

Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, is WRONG! The Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the great businessman from Mexico, to build a much more.