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neonponders · 3 years ago

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Oh lord, here we go. Don’t be surprised if my sugardaddy!Billy and couture Steve turns into five parts orz for now, here’s part 3!

This is originally a birthday gift for @lazybakerart 💋and @edith-moonshadow enabled me to keep going with this with their Harringrove for Palestine donation🙏🏻.

Part 1 here ~ Part 2 here ~ read on ao3 ~

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A week passed.

Billy didn’t leave a number for Steve to call, and when he tried to phone Billy’s secretary, she gave him a bullshit lie about international calls needing to occur within a certain timeframe, etc. Steve understood he was butting into Billy’s goings-on, during an hour he couldn’t play civilian.

That was another aspect of their relationship they kept dodging.

Steve did not consider white-collar crime unfamiliar. In fact, it’s wildly rampant in society; it just takes the right lawyers and judges to keep things swept under the rug.

Maybe Billy didn’t talk about it for the same reason Steve didn’t open up about his fears of being disposable. When they managed a safe little time capsule where underlying circumstances didn’t exist, things went great. Splendid, even.

But time capsules have to open at some point.

Billy called Steve.

“Hello?” he said to the unfamiliar number. If he sounded a little miffed, it’s because he’d taken more spam calls than genuine correspondences this past week, having not known what Billy’s international number was—

“Steve.”

That sounded…wrong.

“Billy?”

He could hear the man’s breath on the receiver. Heavier than it should have been. “I know you don’t like this. But I need you to come here.”

“What happened? Are you okay?”

Stupid question. Billy sounded half the man he was. Steve wanted to know what happened to the other half.

“I’m injured. I’ll be fine—”

“Define ‘injured.’”

“Steve,” Billy huffed like a laugh, but Steve could hear it stick in his throat. He hovered in the middle of his apartment, helpless to do anything but hold the phone to his ear. “I’m not arguing right now. Could you just…get in the car that comes to pick you up?”

“A car? What kind of car?”

“The driver will use the buzzer of your building. They won’t come up. Just get in the car and then the plane—”

“Plane? Billy, where did you go?”

He laughed again, a little of his voice leaking into it. “Steve, please. Can I see you or not?”

Steve croaked into the receiver, revolving listlessly in his apartment while his brain failed to keep up. “I-I—wha—um.”

Except, despite everything, like how very likely he would come back to only one or no jobs, it really wasn’t a choice for Steve. His chest ached for Billy. He missed the bastard’s smug smiles and longed for the animation he let fill his face when he relaxed with Steve.

And he felt the itch of being wanted. His ingrained eagerness to be with the person who needed him.

All of it scrambled in his brain so Steve wound up raising his voice while fisting his hair, “A plane? I have to pack! What do I pack?”

Billy’s voice came out breathily on the phone, like he filled it with relief. “You don’t need to pack anything—”

“I NEED PANTS, BILLY!”

Steve got in the car.

Steve got on the plane.

The stupid private jet in which Steve could have his own disco if he wanted because it seemed like only he and the pilot were on the damn thing. He brought the book Billy had gifted him about The New Yorker for something to distract himself, even though he mostly stared blankly at the pages while he waited for the plane to land.

A part of him expected to arrive in the middle of nowhere. Which, to be fair, they had to land in a private hanger outside of the city. But then the next car took him amongst grand buildings and turned into a narrow side street only residents would use. Steve burst upon the sidewalk, only hindered briefly by the receiving of a hotel key and the remark, “Room 532.”

Steve skipped the elevator. He wore heels in his spare time; he would’ve beaten the lift anyway.

As with any hotel, the key took some figuring out, but when he managed, he stepped into the suite. “Billy?”

It smelled like any other nice hotel. Cream carpets and matching walls. A splash of color on the rumpled bedspread amongst Billy’s clutter. Steve followed the floor plan of the sitting room to the bedroom and then the bathroom, where he heard the shower running. He knocked on the door, “Billy?”

And then louder, “Billy?”

“Come in.”

Steve carefully pushed into the room, unsure what he’d find…

What looked like two open first aid kits sat on the counter. Steve couldn’t read anything from those alone, but he didn’t have to because the shower was a large, glass cubicle. It stood big enough for four people. Billy sat on the floor, his chest wrapped in sodden cotton and gauze; barefoot underneath his black slacks. Steve opened the glass door as Billy lifted his head—

He knelt on the hard tiles, putting his arms around Billy’s neck to greet him, to hold him. Cool tendrils seeped through Steve’s hair, soft claws over his scalp until the water properly soaked his strands.

“Steve, your clothes.”

Instead of answering, he looked at the shower knobs and turned the hot water up. As soon as heat seeped over them, Billy melted against him. His head fell easily where Steve pulled him into the bend of his neck. Billy’s hands fumbled a little to find him, but all he could do was grasp onto him to avoid bending or twisting his injured torso.

Steve remained kneeling over him long past being soaked through.

He did not cry until Steve undressed, leaving his sodden raiment on the shower floor to retrieve the scissors from the first aid kits. He carefully snipped through the ruined gauze and medical tape. Soon a pile of white, and diluted pinkish-orange blood also sat on the floor. Whoever had stitched up Billy’s sides had done a good job, but Steve had to dry him off and rebind him.

After the first wince, Billy came undone. Steve wished he could say something to make it easier, but all he had were small reassurances and quietly given orders.

“Can you hold this here?”

“Lift your arm up.”

“Hang on. Almost done.”

An odd talent of Steve’s: tolerating pain with silent grace. A skill which Billy ironically lacked. But where Steve withheld, Billy knew how to release. Perhaps here was one of their bridges.

“Put your arm around me. Lift with your legs.”

The towels Steve put over their shoulders helped them grip one another. Once standing, Billy halted, “Wait. Take these off.”

To each of their credit, neither made a joke as Billy’s trousers and underwear landed with a wet slosh next to Steve’s pile. Steve wrapped his towel around his waist once Billy sat on the bed. With his hands freed, he went about drying Billy’s hair with his towel and opening the bed for Billy to fall into.

“Have you taken any meds?”

“Nothing spectacular.”

His head sagged on the pillow, following Steve to the bathroom, where he found an ibuprofen bottle and shook out two tablets. His eyes followed Steve’s hand raking his hair off his face, and the movement of his throat around a swallow. The filling of a glass at one of the sinks.

Billy let him wrangle a pillow underneath his body so he could swallow the pills with ease. Before he did so, Billy informed, “The blue pill bottle is sleeping meds.”

Steve went and read the label, even peeling the thing off to read the lengthy underside. “When did you last eat?”

“I’ll eat tomorrow. I need to rest now.”

But Steve went into the living room and pilfered through the mini fridge. He returned with apple juice and a granola bar. “If you take this on an empty stomach, you might vomit. I’m not letting you suffocate in your sleep.”

“They put that on there to avoid lawsuits,” Billy complained even while he accepted the juice bottle. He munched slowly, almost carefully on the sugar-glazed nuts of the granola bar while…

Steve got dressed. In Billy’s clothes.

He crouched right in between Billy’s suitcase and the open wardrobe to select one of his long-sleeves and boxer briefs. Billy blinked softly, feeling warmth blossom through his chest and sink through his belly.

Regardless, he sassed, “You’re not gonna sleep naked with me?”

Steve climbed next to him, facing him as if he intended to get up again soon. He tore into his own granola bar. “I don’t know what to expect with you. I’d rather not be forced out of the building naked.”

Billy’s hand touched his leg as he bit into the bar. “Nothing’s going to happen. There’s a menu on the table out there. Order room service.”

“Tomorrow,” Steve refused with a cheek full of almonds. “We’ll eat tomorrow. Or…when the sun’s up in two hours.”

Billy didn’t ask him to, but Steve stroked fingers through his hair after Billy took his sleeping medicine. “Don’t leave,” he moaned tiredly, the force of the little pill dragging him under.

“I’m not leaving. But you can’t octopus me in your sleep.”

Billy sighed, intending for more words to come out than the ones that did. “…test me…”

When his breaths came and went like the heavy sway of the ocean, Steve kept petting through his hair. Even though Billy couldn’t hear him anymore, Steve sighed, “Scared the shit out of me, idiot. I missed you. Don’t do that.”

Billy hummed in his sleep as if he heard him. Even drugged unconscious, the man tried to retort.

Steve leaned down to kiss his temple and tucked him in to keep him warm. When a knock on the door sounded, Steve donned one of the bathrobes and held a shoehorn behind the door as he answered. The shoehorn was a ridiculous ornate thing from the wardrobe; more like a walking stick than a device to help a heel slip into a boot.

The woman on the other side of the door dressed as expensively as Billy and appeared just as austere. Steve had never seen her before even though she acted like she knew him. “Is he well?”

“He’s asleep. What do you need?”

“To go over his intended schedule for today.”

“Reschedule it. He isn’t doing anything for at least two days.”

She did not look anxious. Merely…disappointed? “That will be…difficult.”

“He’s a difficult man,” Steve sighed, his posture tilting back into the room and warranting an end to this discussion. “Whoever expects to see him likely knows that.”

“Good morning, Mr. Harrington,” she dismissed.

“What is your name?” he halted.

“Elena Varma. Hargrove knows me as Elicit Vagina.”

Steve’s jaw went slack, and if she were anyone other than Billy’s secretary and personal guard, now would be the time to take his head off. Instead, she elaborated, “I’m a lesbian.”

“Right,” he nodded dazedly. “Are you single? I know somebody.”

Her dark eyes narrowed at him, but her mouth and brows moved with amusement. Like a test, she inquired, “Are they butch?”

“No,” he said a bit perplexedly, thinking of Robin’s amber blond bob and all of her many-colored Converse on which she doodled.

A pause. Then, “Does she have bad taste?”

“Yes.”

“Good. We’ll be in touch.”

Steve exhaled, “Great,” under his breath as he shut the door. Crossing over to the living room, he set the shoehorn down and picked up the room service menu.

When Billy’s eyes next opened, it was to the beckoning of dishware clatter and summons of browned butter and tangy, aromatic cheese.

Steve sat much as he last remembered, sitting facing Billy while a tray sat where his pillows ought to be. A cart of more food stood by the food of the bed. Billy’s blurry gaze traveled back to Steve, who chewed on a croissant with a newspaper, of all things, in his hand.

It was perfect.

Minus the abhorrent headache and parchedness of his throat.

“Coffee.”

Billy couldn’t not smile at the wide eyes that lifted up to him. Steve rushed to swallow the lump in his cheek and handed him his glass of water from the tray. Billy shook his head. “No. Coffee.”

“Water first.”

Billy sighed and leaned over as much as his injured side allowed him to. He drained the glass. And he never got his coffee. Steve made him drink a strong cup of tea, as if that would replace Billy’s usual espresso in the morning.

“Your, um, personal assistant came by. She knows to reschedule all of your—whatever you do. I said you need two days.”

“Two days?” Billy chirped in the middle of grumbling over his tea. “That’s a vacation.”

Steve huffed a sound, but looked toward the window and it’s sheer, white curtains. “What street are we on?”

“What was that sound?” Billy diverted.

Steve looked at him. “What sound?”

“The sound you just made.”

“You mean the sound of you complaining that I work too much but consider two days a vacation. That sound?”

“Yeah, that sound,” he remarked. “I stand by what I said. You don’t need two jobs.”

“Billy, you got stabbed yesterday. Twice. Or whatever the hell happened to you.”

“I’ll have you know I was only stabbed once. The side mirror of a moving car clipped my other side.”

Whatever mirth he intended to be in that statement wilted in the face of Steve’s glare. Billy took the silent admonishment with grace and, after a moment, said, “I’m not the criminal you think I am.”

“I never said you were one.”

“Walking around with a stab wound and clear assault damage isn’t helping my case,” he responded with another unhappy sip of his tea. At least Steve put milk and sugar in it. Dessert for breakfast.

“Long story short: I got a job and the old man CEO noticed me. He liked me a lot. I was the one male secretary in the place; it was easy to notice me. The women liked me—”

“Women have always liked you,” Steve retorted quietly. But he set his things on the tray and laid across the bed to pillow his head on Billy’s thigh.

He gazed up at him while Billy continued, “It was easy. If the head of a building likes you, job promotions come fast. Training happens in the boss’s own office. Then the asshole died and both his heir, and the board, did not take it well to my name being in the will. I’ve been cleaning up a lot of their mess.”

Steve listened and processed, “This heir was driving the car?”

Billy snorted and instantly grimaced for the pain it caused him. Steve began to get up for the painkillers, but Billy’s fingers plunged into his hair; not gripping him, but softly holding his head. “Stay. I’m fine. No, I doubt the idiot even has a license. He can’t aim a blade, either. He’s running out of money, that’s why he’s so desperate.”

“Where is he now?”

Billy’s head tilted almost piteously at him. “Do you really want to know that?”

“Well I can’t decide which is more romantic: inviting me into a shit storm, or making sure I’m safe first.”

He could see some of the tension leave Billy’s face and shoulders as he reached for Steve’s tray and took his other croissant. “He’s in the hospital. But I don’t know if he’ll make it.”

Steve could read between the lines. “Us trust fund kids. We’re not built for street fighting.”

That earned an animated frown from Billy, who spoke regardless of his full mouth. “You gave me a hell of a wallop once.”

“I lost that fight.”

“You didn’t have a homophobic, retired veteran waiting for you to bring your sister home. And this guy clearly doesn’t have a pretty boy waiting for him or he might’ve won.”

Steve laughed but it faded as he just…marveled at Billy. They had never talked this openly before. However proud of Billy he felt, though, the nagging dark corner of his brain turned his thoughts onto himself. He let slip:

“You work so much harder than me.”

Billy immediately wasn’t having it. His head tilted again but instead of pity, it was chastisement. “Steve.”

“No, no—I just mean I’m proud of you.”

“You can be proud of me without sounding like I’m about to toss you out onto the curb. I just told you the very idea of you helped keep me alive.”

“And I abandoned two jobs and an overpriced apartment to be here, so I hope you mean it. You might be keeping both of us alive for a while—Hey.”

In between thrown bits of croissant and grapes, Billy chided, “I’ve been. Trying. To convince you. That I mean it. And it takes a drive-by to. Get. Your. Attention.”

“Okay! Okay—this is disgusting. Stop it!”

Steve reared up only to be ensnared by Billy’s overstretched arms. Steve caught himself on Billy’s collarbones so he did not press on his chest, tugging the skin on his sides. “B! Be careful.”

A hand cradled the side of Steve’s head as a soft smirk lifted Billy’s mouth. “Let me kiss you.”

Steve, defiant till the last, pushed him down so he didn’t exert himself. Then he kissed Billy slowly, reverently. He liked kissing Billy a whole lot. Loved it. He liked Billy’s taste and the sound of their lips parting before meeting for more. He liked the puffs of Billy’s breath across his cheek and his hands reaching for Steve. Finding him. Holding him.

Eventually, though, Billy whispered against his lips, “Why did you ask what street we’re on?”

Steve rolled his lips together, perhaps seeking a balm for being chapped from kissing, or nerves. “It’s fashion week. We might be able to see stuff from the window.”

Billy claimed one more kiss and then released him to clean up the bed and scout the street below. Billy managed to reach the bathroom on his own, where he took another pair of meds and readied for a day in. With Steve.

Steve, who insisted he stay in bed.

Steve, who found a full-length mirror in the wardrobe and held it half out the window so Billy could see the horizon of the street reflected from his place on the bed. He watched Steve more than anything. His giggles at how ridiculous it was to hold a mirror out the window. When his features relaxed as he watched the traffic and people arriving to a place a few blocks down. When he asked Billy if

“Can you see the red coat? That thing’s massive.”

And, “Somebody famous just got there. The paparazzi are going nuts.”

Steve really should have expected the events of the next day, but Billy still faced the stern glare and long blinks when he sighed. “B, you’ve only rested a day. Your stitches could still tear.”

“One runway isn’t going to kill me. We’ll pop in and not attend the after party. Elicit’s already managed to get tickets—”

“Her name’s Elena,” Steve frowned with his hands on his hips.

“No, it isn’t,” Billy scoffed, and went to dissect Steve’s luggage himself...

He grasped the linen shoe bag, recognizing the shape inside. He lifted one of the Hot Chick 100s. “You took packing seriously, huh?”

Steve seemed to be really grappling with patience. “I didn’t know what you needed. A nurse or a kinky leg to hold onto.”

“So I got both,” he grinned.

A reluctant, little smile pulled at Steve’s face. “I’m not wearing those out.”

Billy had already set the pair on the living room table when he grimaced, “What? Why not?”

Steve glanced at the windows like they might hold an answer. “Because I’ll be giant and make more noise than anyone else in heels.”

Billy wasn’t buying it. He held onto the back of the couch to help himself stand and then made his way to his own clothes. “If there’s any time to wear what you want and get away with it, it’s fashion week. Come here, no one’s going to let you wear jeans beside a runway.”

Billy had way too much fun dressing him. A quiet little warning bell went off in Steve’s head over this, but he couldn’t listen to it without also admitting that he enjoyed himself. One of Billy’s silk button-ups around his body felt nice.

Intimate.

A black suit jacket over it made Steve feel chic and professional. And when Billy asked him to lift his foot onto the bed, Billy double wrapped the chain of his pendant around Steve’s ankle. Amber and opals on one side, and a golden saint on the other.

“If you’re tired or hurt at any point, tell me,” Steve lectured in the car.

“Yes, dear.”

“I mean it,” he insisted, but Billy’s hand on his thigh tightened.

“I know, baby. I’m okay. The show’s not even two hours long. Try to relax. You look real hot.”

Steve snorted and rubbed the silk of his shirt between his fingers. “Is this shirt new?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I’ve never seen you wear it. And it would’ve matched my green shoes,” he added with slanted eyes at him.

“So what if I wanted to match my partner? Try and sue me.”

Partner. Steve caught his face in his hand, eyes aching with the moisture overflowing from his heart.

The car pulled up alongside a bustling street. Elena Varma accompanied them through the open double doors, but she kept to herself. She sheltered Billy’s other side while Steve slid an arm over Billy’s shoulders and held onto him. If a pair of eyes scrutinized them, Billy was hardly the only rich man with a pretty thing in heels on his arm. And people only had compliments for Steve’s classic choice in shoe.

The off-duty models sitting around them in the chairs along the runway were very sweet. Steve and Billy kindly refused their inquiries over attending the later afternoon events, but gratefully accepted their information about the show.

Models talk. And in this world where everyone knows someone who knows everyone, the models explained the architecture of the runway, the designer’s vision, the gossip about the model opening the show, and the model closing the show, etc.

“I like the butterflies,” Steve said, pointing to the ceiling, where a myriad of paper butterflies on wires fluttered with the air conditioning ventilation.

“I like you.”

Steve pointed flustered but narrowed eyes on him. “Are you even paying attention?”

“To the important things,” Billy replied, leaning back with an arm over the back of Steve’s chair. He did contribute, “I like the columns. The effect of the eroded marble and gold filigree is interesting. I enjoy looking at it.”

Steve leaned into him, resting a hand on Billy’s thigh as the lighting changed and the show began. The fashion proved largely sculptural instead of practical, but Steve pointed as models went by.

“My mom would know what that means.”

“If the designer was inspired by Greece, then it’s something mythological. Greece seems to be very in right now.”

“You read my magazines,” Steve accused with a smile.

“I smell the colognes.”

That earned Billy a soft nudge before Steve’s jaw relaxed in sight of a male model striding past them. “You’d look really good in that.”

“The gold speedo?”

“No,” he lightly slapped Billy’s knee. “The shirt.”

“I don’t really go for pastels.”

Steve turned soft eyes on him. He touched the underside of Billy’s chin with a fond knuckle. “You and your jewel tones.”

Then a model turned onto the stage wearing a sweatshirt totally encrusted with jewels. Steve and Billy exchanged looks, which ended with Steve covering his laughter and Billy pressing his face into Steve’s shoulder.

Steve and Billy left the show with at least one pocket full of models’ agents’ business cards. Steve had taken the time to write the models’ names on each card along with a descriptor, as if they actually intended to remember and reach out to them later that night, should their plans change.

Their plan did not change.

If anything, Steve and Billy only more firmly wanted to retire to their hotel room after they ordered coffees—and Steve nearly broke his ankle stepping off the pavement.

“The puddle lied! The water lied to me,” he lamented through laughter, having thought that the water was far shallower than it actually proved to be. He powered through their venture in the coffee shop, but as soon as they were in the car, Billy pulled his leg up to inspect his ankle and Steve held up one of the shoes.

“Holy shit. Look at that.” The flat of the heel now had a harsh angle to it, as if he’d worn these shoes for a decade instead of thrown off his stride by a waterlogged pothole. Both shoes had water and grit on the insides too.

“I’m sorry, B. These might need some work—Oo!”

Billy had touched his ice coffee to Steve’s ankle. “Don’t worry about it. Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah,” he said on a lighter note. “The ladies we sat with were really nice.”

“What about the show?”

That gave Steve pause. “Um. Honestly? They all walked too fast for me to really see much.”

Billy laughed so hard his stitches made him stop.

#harringrove #deeper than skin #neonponders #pondermoniums

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years ago

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chapter thirty-three: among us

Sam drove herself and Joey back to his place by the time the lake effect snow began to fall over them. There was no way they were going to stay there for very long, especially since she didn't have her boots on. He shivered in the seat next to her even though he wore a long black coat: he knitted his knees together and bowed his head to better keep the warmth in his body even though the heater was switched on. She flexed her fingers a bit along the edge of the steering wheel: those hockey gloves were back at his place, but she wondered if she could have one of those pairs of gloves with the finger tips snipped off.

Right outside of town, Joey bowed his head a bit more and his inky black curls sprawled over his shoulders like the tentacles of an octopus.

“You feel okay?” she asked him with a glimpse over at him.

“Yeah—I've just got a chill up a spine that won't go away is all.”

“Would you like something warm when we get back to your place?”

“Please. I need a bit of sump'n filling, too.”

“We didn't really eat much of breakfast, anyway,” she pointed out. Joey shook his head about so the black curls brushed against his shoulders.

Sam wound her way off the highway and she recognized the side street from the night before. It took her a single night and a couple of trips throughout there in order for her to recall the way back to his place. Joey slid out of the front seat first once they took the same spot from the night before; Sam followed suit right behind him with her hands upon her upper arms. He reached the door first and thus he held it for her once she padded up to his front step.

“See, there's a gentleman in there,” she told him in a light voice and with a nod of her head. He showed her another lopsided grin as she ducked inside: once he came in behind her, the rain began to fall out there in sheer sheets. He shook his head about even though his hair was dry.

Sam continued onward to the kitchen for his kettle: she opened the cupboard next to the fridge in search of cocoa and marshmallows, but there was nothing. He had a little bit of food on hand but not a lot. She could only assume it was because he was about to head out on tour soon that he had cleaned out his pantry, but she could feel herself growing hungry again.

“What you looking for?” he asked her once he stood next to the counter.

“When Cliff was alive, I made some Mexican hot chocolate for him one morning.”

“Oh, shit—I don't think I have any of those things.”

“If we were back at my place, I'd make you a cup wing bang boom. It's just the kind of day for something like this—with the cinnamon and kiss of spices.”

“Kiss of spices,” he chuckled at that. She turned around to find him stooped down behind the counter.

“Yeah—like a little kiss of spices.”

“Spices before I head out to Europe in a few days.”

“You oughta give me a kiss,” she joked, and Joey raised his head from behind the counter. His lips were parted a bit; she froze in place. She had blurted it out. He had been making jokes with her with each encounter they had, especially when they were out on the hockey rink. It wasn't a joke even though she intended it to be as such.

“Did you say what I think you said?” he asked her in a low voice. Sam swallowed and she shifted her weight right in that spot. He stood to his feet, but he never moved closer to her. Those brown eyes swallowed her whole like a pair of black holes.

She shifted her weight again, and she turned her head into the partially empty cupboard next to her. Joey let out a long low whistle, and then he ran his fingers through the black curls on the side of his head. She never moved a muscle as he ambled over to the fridge for something. He took out a brown glass bottle from the top shelf.

“Put the booze away, Joey,” she begged him. “I don't want you to drink. Please—don't drink. Besides you already had one earlier.”

He stared at the bottle as it rested in his right hand.

“Joey—I didn't mean to say that,” she blurted out, but then she realized that was the wrong thing to say. But he didn't move: he kept his gazed fixated on the crinkled label plastered on the front there.

“Joey—I—” she sputtered. Her mind went blank. “—I—I—”

Joey set the bottle down on the counter next to him and he moved in closer to her. Sam pressed her back to the wall. He brought his dark lips closer to her face. The skin looked smooth and delicate, and it made her think of dark chocolate.

“Nah,” he muttered with a shake of his head.

“What's wrong?” she asked him.

“I don't really wanna do it,” he confessed. “Even though I'm curious.”

“Well—I don't understand?” she coaxed him.

“I mean, you said it,” he pointed out.

“I was making a joke, though.”

“Oh, I see,” he showed her a grin again.

“It was a joke but it kinda sucked.”

“Try saying it in a funny voice,” he suggested.

“You oughta gimme a kiss,” she repeated in a phony high voice, and that brought a laugh out of him.

“Where would you like me to kiss ya?”

“On the lips, of course.”

“Which lips? The mouth or in between your legs?”

“The mouth. Although I would have to touch the lips in between my legs to get myself going.” Even though she had touched herself in the past, it felt so odd to tell another person about it, especially when she didn't really feel it there in front of Joey.

“You sure about that?” He raised those little black eyebrows at her.

“Positive.”

“Maybe I can do ya a favor, though,” he said with a little gyration of his head.

“I'd have to get to know you a little better, though, Joey,” she pointed out. “Get to know you a little better to really see how I feel about you.”

“You've got a taste of it, though—you're ahead of the game already.”

“Unless you wanna play a game of hockey with me,” she quipped.

“Play a game of hockey and fuck yes with me,” he added, and he burst out laughing right there. She tried to resist a chuckle but it slipped out from her. Why that was so funny to her was almost beyond her, and yet she laughed anyway.

“Fuck yes? What about fuck maybe?”

“Fuck maybe, fuck yes—fuck it all and fuck the pain away.”

“So many fucks,” she remarked.

“All the fucks in the world. All the fucks in the world in between your legs.”

“Hey, now—let's not get ahead of ourselves. I already am kind of ahead of myself.”

Joey raked the hair on the side of his head yet again.

“So you wanna make me some Mexican hot chocolate?” he asked her.

“Yeah. With nutmeg and cinnamon. Maybe a little star anise or something particularly special to make it a little more Native American influenced.”

“Hmm—” He stroked his chin. “I dunno if I've seen anything like that here in Camillus. We'd haveta go to Syracuse, and I don't really feel like going out again.”

“I can go alone,” she suggested with a shrug. “I know my way back here.”

“I'll be awaiting for you.” He flashed her a wink and a slight pucker of his dark lips. She shifted her weight yet again and she adjusted her shirt; he was adorable with his little lopsided smile and his little cheekbones. It made her think of Lars and she wondered how he was doing right then before Metallica's first tour without Cliff onboard. Even though she made a joke, she wondered how he really felt about her.

“Would you like me to bring back something else for you?” she asked him in a trembling voice: she flashed back on the scuffle between him and Alex even though she had no reason to do so.

“Maybe sump'n for dinner and some more coffee for us in the morning. Get yourself something nice, too.” He shook his black curls about and showed off his neck to her all the while. She skirted past him and her hand brushed upon his shoulder. A single touch against his clothes and she shuddered a bit. She was always alone with it, but perhaps that would change soon enough for her. She returned to the couch for her coat. The thought of going to fetch some coffee made her think of that scuffle yet again.

It was right then she had an idea.

“Do you remember where the dudes from Legacy went off to?” she asked him, to which he shrugged his slender shoulders.

“Why's that?” he asked her, and the warmth had vanished from his face at that.

“Oh—just curious.”

“I dunno, to be quite frank.”

“So there's 'to be frank' and there's 'to be quite frank',” she recalled.

“It's almost Frank,” he said, and the grin returned to his face.

“Or sophisticated Frank,” she pointed out.

“That's Frank with a suit on.” And he couldn't resist the laugh right there. She slipped her coat back on and picked up the keys again.

“I'll be back soon, you crazy boy,” she told him and she headed back outside, where the rain poured down, still in sheets. She bowed her head as she made her way back around the corner and towards the car: Cliff's hat was in the back seat. Hopefully, the rain continued over in Syracuse.

It felt so weird driving there without Joey or anyone else with her, but she managed to do it anyway. Right before the inner city, she took the first exit and rolled up to the first stoplight. Even through the sheets of cold rain, she recognized that van down the block, right up against the corner.

“Ask and you shall receive,” she muttered to herself. She gazed up at the red light over her head, and she thought about Zelda and Belinda's remarks about their desire to do more for the boys. It was a fleeting thought, but she wondered if they had management of sorts around them, besides the Zazulas of course. She was their very first member of their fan club after all. Maybe she could do more, something more than Stormtroopers especially since she hadn't heard a word about them from either Scott or Charlie, especially since she hadn't heard a word about them following the tour from last summer.

The light turned green and she lunged forward. She took the spot right behind them: she recognized Chuck's smooth brown curls underneath his sweater hood. He turned in her direction and she flashed the headlights at him. He frowned at her and she opened the door, and poked her head out for him to see. And his face lit up at her.

“Hey, guys, Sam's here!” he declared into the back section of the van. She reached into the back seat for the hat and she put it on before she climbed out all the way. She set a hand on the crown and Chuck flashed her two thumbs up.

“Bitchin' hat, little Sammich,” he told her once she came within earshot. Eric emerged from the inside there, also with a hood on his head.

“What're you guys doing here?” she asked them.

“We were about to head on back home,” Chuck told her as he put his arm around her again.

“That is a bitchin' hat,” Eric remarked.

“It used to be Cliff's hat,” she said with a nudge of the brim.

“I thought it looked familiar,” Chuck noted; she looked past Eric at that little jet black helmet of hair posted up against the van wall behind him. He lingered in the background with his hand upon his brow: single gray hairs slithered out from in between his fingers. He kept his head bowed a bit as if he had a headache: but she recognized his fine prominent features paired with that boyish round face.

“He's grounded,” Greg, who sat right across from him, told her. “He's been a bad boy.”

“He's grounded?” she chuckled, but she stopped herself in her tracks.

“Tried a little acid,” Chuck said into her ear in a low voice. “Just to see what it was like.”

“Yeah—a short trip—sort of, anyways—and he's still coming down from it,” Eric added, “and his parents caught wind of it. His mom was like, 'he may be eighteen now but he's still our baby!' over the phone, so I was like, 'yes, alright, Mrs. Skolnick—we'll get your little boy home soon enough. It'll probably be out of his system by then.' So when he gets home, he's gotta serve out his sentence for a bit.”

Alex bowed his head a bit more and he kept his hand upon the crown, and she wondered how he was feeling right then. He was barely eighteen and yet he tried out something that seemed so strange even to her. He breathed a little hard as if he had just run a mile but he wasn't acting strange in any other way. Louie knelt down before the double doors, complete with his hair combed down flat upon the top of his head.

“Hey, you,” Sam greeted him, and he showed her a big toothy grin. “How you doing?”

“I'm doing better now,” he replied and he shook his head so his hair lifted off of the crown. “How's Zelda?”

“She's kicking ass right now. I guess the Cherry Suicides are trying to get something for themselves with the label, at least that's according to her.”

“Awesome! I hope they get it.”

“By the way, when are Metallica coming?” Eric asked her as he knitted his eyebrows together and adjusted his hood. “Do you know already?”

“Coming where? To California?”

“No, here to New York and the rest of the country.”

“I think they already left, Eric,” Louie confessed as he ran a hand over the smooth wave of hair upon his head.

“Left for Europe,” Sam added.

“Let's see, you're a student,” Louie said, “I kinda wanna see you on tour with us if and when it happens. It'll happen soon enough, we just have to—you know, record our album and get it put out and everything.”

“Well, if I go along with you, I don't want you guys to stay in dingy hotels,” she declared. “I went on tour with Stormtroopers last summer and we stayed in one hotel the entire tour. All over New York and Pennsylvania, Marla and I stayed in Charlie's car.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Eric groaned.

“But I don't think we will,” Chuck assured her. “At least, that's what I think, anyway. All I know is we're staying far away from the hallucinogens, that's for sure.” His dark eyes wandered over to Alex, who finally lifted his head up but he didn't appear to be looking at anything in particular.

“Hang on—when are you guys going into the studio?” Sam asked them.

“Uh, January, I think?” said Eric. “We're coming out here to do the recording, too.”

“If it comes out in the spring, we'll tour over the summer,” Greg added from inside of the van, and Alex shuddered in response to that.

“Dude, Sam—you gotta come with us!” Chuck encouraged her.

“Yeah, come with us!” Louie exclaimed.

“Yeah, walk among us,” Eric joined in.

“I'd have to do something about school, though,” she pointed out as she adjusted the brim of her hat again. “Where are you guys going?”

“We hope it'll just be all along the West Coast,” Chuck explained. “Well, you're part of the fan club which means you're on our mailing list. You'll get your first perks!”

“Oh, cool! I'll keep an eye out for that.”

Eric gazed up at the darkening sky and squinted his brown eyes in the wake of the rain.

“Let's get out of this rain,” he said to Chuck and Louie.

“Yeah, we just stopped here to get our bearings anyways,” the former told Sam as he rubbed his hand upon her shoulder.

“I like how you just unabashedly put your arm around me,” she remarked to him.

“He's protecting you,” Louie told her with a bow of his head. “Believe me, I did that a lot for Zelda.”

“I gotta get some stuff for Joey, too—he's gotta have some stuff at the moment before Anthrax goes out soon.”

“How's he doing, by the way?” Chuck asked her in a low voice.

“Oh, he's doing great. I've been trying to get him to drop the drinking lately.”

“Good, 'cause if a little hit of acid can mess up our little man lead guitarist for several hours, I can't imagine what the booze must be doing to a lead singer,” Eric said in a single breath.

“No idea,” she confessed with a shake of her head and yet another adjusting of the brim.

“You're getting a full on lake up there!” Greg joked.

“There's a lake out there somewhere,” Alex spoke out of the blue, and in an absent tone.

“Yeah, we gotta get going,” Chuck told Eric, “he sounds lucid.”

“Earlier, he could barely talk,” Eric told her.

“You boys stay healthy for me,” she decreed with her arms outstretched for him. She embraced the three of them and blew Greg a kiss, who promptly caught it and lay it across his chest. Chuck climbed into the driver's seat and Eric took to the passenger side.

“Have some tea, Alex,” she said into the back section of the van; he didn't reply but she knew he heard her. Without another word, she backed away and doubled back to Joey's car. She slid back into the driver's seat and watched Legacy's van haul off into the sheets of lake effect rain. She glanced to her right and she spotted a little spice shop there on the corner in front of her. It would give her the chance to let the hat dry off a bit more as she dodged her way inside for some cinnamon, nutmeg, and chocolate.

She bowed next door for those tiny marshmallows, and soon, she ducked back into the car: Cliff's hat was soaking wet from the rain water and she let out a loud sigh as she lay on the seat next to her. His scent would be washed out for sure at that point, replaced by that earthy rain smell.

Sam drove back to Joey's place, which proved to be a little bit more difficult given the amount of rain that was falling right then: she had to peer past the literal rivulets on the windshield just to see the street signs. But she recognized that art shop across the street and she made that same right hand turn. She bounded into the parking lot and she hurried back to Joey's apartment. He greeted her with yet another lopsided grin and his inky black hair tousled over his shoulder: as she rubbed the rain water from her eyes, she noticed the glisten to his curls. He also had put on a different shirt from before.

“D'you take a shower?”

“I sure did!” he replied. “I had been meanin' to, anyways.” He then rubbed his hands together. “So—this Mexican hot chocolate for the two of us?”

“I served it to Cliff one time when he visited me, and I wanna give you a little taste now.”

Sam put the jars of ground cinnamon and nutmeg on the counter, and she reached into his cupboard for a pair of mugs.

“What if we add a little bitta—” He hesitated as she put on the kettle.

“A bit of what?” she asked him, and she turned around to find him making a drink motion towards his dark lips. She rolled his eyes.

“What? It's Mexican. How 'bout we make it a little Irish, too?”

“Joey—no.” And yet she couldn't help but laugh at that.

“If we serve it with a bit of pasta, it becomes Italian,” he continued.

“Really?”

“Nah, I just made that up. I dunno where that would go, to be honest—and I'm half Italian!”

She laughed at that as she poured the dark cocoa into their mugs. She then thought about the other side of Joey's heritage, especially with the curls and stray ringlets all about his head.

“What about Iroquois?” she asked him as she followed it up with the nutmeg.

“Iroquois, you put it in the ground and hope for the best.”

“Wouldn't that taste like dirt, though?”

“Maybe. Or it might be poured all over my skin for all we know. At least, that was the impression I got growing up as a half blood boy among a shitload of white people.”

She wrinkled her nose at that, and he nibbled on his bottom lip.

“What if I take a few of those tiny marshmallows and rub them all over my belly?” he quipped.

“You do that, I might lick them all off,” she joked, and he clapped his hands together he laughed so hard.

She could hear the kettle boiling right behind her. Joey then leaned his hip against the edge of the counter top and he folded his arms across his chest. She had seen him not even a few hours ago, and yet he was already lucid again. The man could hardly hold his liquor for very long and yet he was lucid again: it made her think of Alex and when exactly he took that hit. She poured the near boiling water into the white mugs and she let the ingredients mix together by themselves before she added the cinnamon and stirred it all together.

A few marshmallows into his mug followed by her own. Joey picked up the mug before him and he raised it to her. She followed suit with both hands.

“To the tour,” he said.

“To art,” she added.

“To art!” he added with a twinkle in his eye. “And to new music in the future as well.”

Eric and Greg had mentioned Legacy would go into the studio themselves in a couple of months time for their very first album. She even opened her mouth a bit as if to mention it to him. But he had such a cold reaction to her asking about Legacy earlier, and thus she pursed her lips together at the thought and corrected herself.

“To brand new music—all around,” she followed up, “from everyone.” And they clinked their mugs together in a toast.

She loved Joey but there was something about Alex. She thought about the mysterious man in her dreams, and yet she was convinced that there was no way that was him. And thus maybe it was because he was still a teenage boy. There he was, nestled there in the back part of their van, at the end of the hallucinatory trip, but he struck her as small and gentle, and even precious. That little plume of gray at the crown of his head made him older but it also added to the roundness of his face. Eric even referred to him as his parents' little boy after all. He was still a young boy, even with that big jarring voice and those grays.

She loved Joey but she needed to protect Alex. She kept that firmly in mind as he lowered the mug down to his chest.

“Holy shit, that's excellent,” Joey remarked. “The spice comes in at the back, too, I love that!”

“It's not the traditional way they make it south of the border, but it's something, though,” Sam confessed with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Is that why it took you so long to get back?”

“Yes. I was—looking around for the traditional way of making it, just to kind of change it up from when I served it to Cliff, but—I decided to go the basic route.”

“Sometimes basic is all that's needed,” he assured her with a raise of his eyebrows. He brought the mug to his dark lips again for another sip.

“I got you more coffee, by the way,” she added, and he moved his free hand out for a high five from her. She loved Joey a lot and she was comfortable around him, but she had no idea what he would do at the mere mention of Alex, or the fact she still smelled like Chuck. For all he knew, however, it still lingered from the day before. She hoped to keep up the lie because the idea of the man she loved going nuts about the other five men she loved made her squirm in that very spot.

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superparadise-ghost · 6 years ago

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The Ghosts Can Sing, and They Ache to be Heard

hi!

this is available on ao3 if you’d like to read it there, I’d probably recommend that. you can bookmark it there!

this might be for you if you: like Drew Tanaka, wish Drew Tanaka got a redemption arc, like Halloween stories, like a hypothetical friendship between Drew Tanaka and Will Solace, uhhh like Drew Tanaka

this is probably not for you if: you do not like Drew Tanaka, in which case I respect your decision but also why

Description: "Ghosts can't sing."

But Drew is beginning to doubt that sentence. And she's beginning to doubt her memories of Silena Beauregard.

Or, Drew Tanaka keeps coming back to the same Halloween costume, despite how much she thinks she hates it, and she keeps hearing somebody sing Silena's old, favourite song, without anybody actually being there to sing such a melody...

Chapter: 1/6

Ghosts Can’t Sing

“Ghosts can’t sing. They don’t have any breath left, so they don’t have a voice.”

Drew doesn’t look up from her laptop at Lacy Liou’s argument. She’s too busy browsing mindlessly through Halloween costumes. She isn’t going to be buying one (she stitches fabric by hand every October), but she’s searching for inspiration.

One image shows a bad replica of Veronica Sawyer. Drew frowns thoughtfully, and jots Veronica, or Heather D? on her notepad. It sits beneath black swan.

“It’s a story, Lacy.” Piper Mclean’s voice sounds exasperated, tired. The distinct sound of a coin hitting wood rings in Drew’s ears. Piper curses. “Fuck. Now I can’t find it! That was a whole two dollars!”

“Maybe next time, don’t launch it at the ceiling,” Mitchell Plums suggests.

Drew’s cursor hovers over a picture of a doll costume. She purses her lips. She went as a doll two years ago, but… maybe she can pull it off again?

She scribbles the idea down.

“Anyway, Lacy, it’s a made-up story. Leo told me it. Haven’t you ever heard of ghost stories?” Drew finally looks up, feeling her neck creak with pain, to see Piper crawling around the floor, hands running over the wooden panels to feel for a coin.

“It’s a dumb story,” Lacy mumbles. She’s sitting on her bunk, legs dangling seven feet off the ground, kicking her feet back and forth slowly. Drew thinks her outfit is a little too Mean Girls for the year 2018—a pink-and-white chequered skirt, a pink turtleneck, a pink cap and white, appropriately-lacy socks.

“All ghost stories are dumb, Lace,” Drew says, closing her laptop. Her notepad is full enough that Drew can now make a comparison. “Especially any Leo Valdez tells.”

“Hey!” Piper pokes her head out from beneath her bed. “He may be an idiot, but he’s my idiot best friend. And the story wasn’t that dumb. Right, Mitch?”

Mitchell stays quiet, and Drew can see him pretending he can’t hear the girls bickering.

“So, I wasn’t listening.” Drew tucks her laptop beneath her bed and ignores Piper’s comment of ‘to nobody’s surprise’. “What was the story?”

“I can’t be bothered to repeat it now,” Piper sighs. “The main idea is that there’s this boy, and his brother, who always sang some song, dies in a car crash. And the boy lives his life in mourning and one day, while he’s in the shower, he hears a muffled singing. He gets out of the shower to look, nobody’s there. It happens a few more times until this guy just fucking rips open the shower curtains to see who it is, and it’s the ghost of his brother.”

“Spooky,” Drew drawls, and smirks. Piper rolls her eyes.

“Well, if you want to yell at someone for the story, go talk to Leo,” she says, sitting up on her knees, a dusty coin in her hand. “Ha! I found it after all. Suck on that, Fates.”

“Yeah, actually, I might go do that,” Drew says. She swings her legs off the bed and stands up, stretching. Her red Chuck Taylors thud on the floor. Piper blanches.

“Wait, what? Hold on, Drew, wait, I was kidding, I—”

“Bye, love!” Drew makes sure her red skirt swishes when she turns around—it’s a habit. “If Leo isn’t at dinner, you know why!”

She exits the cabin as Piper yells, Lacy snorts with laughter and Mitchell gasps.

The day is… fine, Drew supposes. There’s little cloud cover, and the sun is just sitting over the horizon, ready to set, dying the sky a golden shade of orange. There’s a breeze, but it’s only just cold enough to separate the weather from a Spring day. Birds are chirping somewhere in the woods, and if Drew strains to hear over kids squealing and Sherman Yang bellowing for a fight, she can hear the water nymphs gossiping.

But Drew’s never been a fan of Autumn. She much prefers Summer, when she can jump into the lake with her clothes on and nobody will whisper that’s not a very preppy thing to do behind her back. When she doesn’t have to bother with wearing a sweater, and wondering what time she’ll have to shed it, and when she’ll have to pull it back on.

Oh, well. She’s not Zeus.

Drew looks around camp. She’s not going to go make fun of Leo—she never was. She just wanted to go outside before it got too cold to do so in a skirt. But now, she’s not too sure where to go. Perhaps she can just go for a walk around camp, listening for some rumours she can either debunk or pull to the surface. Or she can head to the archery range, watch Bella Swarchovski practise her shooting (the girl had some biceps, Drew wasn’t ashamed to admit she thought she was cute). Maybe she could even pick up a spear and train for a bit, run the stick through some dummies.

Her eyes drift to the big house, where somebody’s blaring The 1975 so loudly it hurts to even try and think over it.

She knows who’s in there, making such a ruckus. She might as well go convince him to turn it down.

Drew feels dry leaves skate on her calves as she wipes her feet on the doormat of the big house. They feel like the breath of a vampire—dry and coarse. She shudders, and walks inside.

The music is ten times louder now, and she can see the culprit. Honestly, to not see him would require absolutely no vision; nobody can miss a mop of curly blond hair, or a six-foot figure that dances like he can’t even walk, or a bright orange set of scrubs. Drew almost wishes she wasn’t even friends with this boy.

“WILL!” She screams to be heard over the music. Will Solace doesn’t seem to hear. He continues to jump around while cutting bandages, which, Drew presumes, is totally not proper safety protocol. “WILL SOLACE!”

Finally, Will freezes, and turns around. In one hand, he holds a pair of scissors, open and very sharp. In the other, a roll of bandages. A paper sticker with his name in messy handwriting, spelled with three Ls, is stuck to the pocket of his scrubs. He grins, and waves at Drew.

“Hey Drew!” He shouts. “What’s up?”

“Your music volume? Turn it down, dude!”

Will’s eyebrows scrunch together in a way Drew may have once found endearing and attractive. He dials the volume knob on his old radio to the left and bites his lip sheepishly.

“Better?” He asks. Drew chuckles.

“So much better. Now I can hear myself think.”

Will’s blue eyes convey too many emotions for Drew to keep up with. They’re always like that—they swirl and flicker like stars, matching the constellations of freckles all over his skin. He sets down the bandages and scissors and beckons Drew over.

“So what brings you to the infirmary? Other than the music, I mean.” Will prods a cupboard door shut with his foot. Drew wanders forward, picking up a framed polaroid photo on her way.

It’s a photo from last year’s Halloween party, hosted by the Aphrodite cabin, as usual. Drew’s wearing an elaborate fae costume she’d designed from scratch, all detailed and shimmery gold. She’s rather proud of that costume.

On the left of past-Drew, Will has one arm around Nico di Angelo, and one around Lou Ellen Blackstone. He grins with horribly fake vampire teeth, a set to go with his costume. To Drew’s right, Cecil Markowitz is wearing a crown made of glowsticks and sticking out his tongue.

“We need a better photo this year,” Drew says, setting the phot back down and turning back to Will, who nods cheerfully.

“Oh, yeah. I have a much better costume this year, and I’ve even convinced Nico to dress up. I hope your cabin can make the party as good as ever.”

“We’ll go above and beyond, Solace,” Drew promises, falling into a spinning chair and using her toes to push herself around. “As long as you guys can get a good playlist. Can I know your costume?”

“You cannot!” Will snips one last bandage and collapses on a cot, sprawled out like some long-ass octopus. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Shame.” Drew twirls her hair between her fingers, watches as the sun sends glowing, faint rays through the window and Will subconsciously absorbs it into his skin. His eyes seem to glow a little brighter. “I was going to ask for help on what I should go as.”

“I can still help!” Will exclaims. Drew tries not to laugh at the excitement in his voice. “Look, do you have a list? Because I already came up with some ideas, like, what about the girl from The Ring?”

“Samara?”

“Yeah, her! Or Edna, from The Incredibles.”

“I’m not going as her!” Drew bursts, watching Will cackle. “I’m way too tall!”

“I know, I know, I was kidding.” Will gulps down some water from a glass next to the cot. “In all seriousness, though, do you have any ideas?”

“Um…” Drew screws up her nose and tries to think back to her notepad. It’s only been a few minutes ago that she’d looked at it, but her ADHD makes her memory about as good as a goldfish’s. “Well, I know Veronica Sawyer was on it. Or Heather Duke. And, um… Wednesday Addams?”

Will nods sensibly, like he’s in the middle of a meeting, and drums his fingers on his knees to the tune of whatever song is playing now. Drew knows for sure that a black swan ballet dancer was on there, but for some reason, she feels hesitant to s it. Perhaps it’s because that had always been something Silena had suggested she’d go as when she grew older.

The comment has always bothered Drew—the black swan was the villain of Swan Lake’s story, the one who pushed Odette to her death. It wasn’t fair that Silena always saw Drew as the villain, the ‘bad girl’ who’s only motive was lust.

It especially wasn’t fair that Silena turned out to be the traitor, the sister who got so many killed. The sister who always dressed as the white swan.

And yet… the pull of the black swan costume is strong. Drew hates how appealing the idea of going in such a costume is.

“I think Veronica’s a good idea,” Will finally says, snapping Drew from her bitter memories. “I mean, her side of the story is much creepier and more disturbing than Duke’s.”

“Mhm.” Drew is only half listening. And Duke is the villain. “And, like, there’s a whole list. We’ll give it a look-over tomorrow?”

It’s a question. Lately, Will’s been pretty busy looking after his little sister, Tess, who has influenza. And, of course, he’s always on dates with Nico.

“Yeah, come and meet me at archery range at about noon!” Will glances outside, and Drew follows his gaze. The sun has finally set—time for dinner. Time to go help Piper wrangle their siblings.

“Will do.” Drew stands up and blows a kiss to Will, who pretends to catch it and grins. “See you tomorrow, love. Tell Tess I hope she gets better soon.”

When Drew arrives back at the Aphrodite cabin, her siblings are lined up, chatting about Halloween and the pumpkins they’ll carve and the costumes they’ll wear. Drew tells Piper she’ll catch up to them at the dining pavilion, if she wants to take them all now. Piper nods and herds everybody outside, leaving Drew alone with her notebook in hand.

She hesitates, but once she starts to scratch out black swan, she can’t stop. She scribbles furiously, feeling her heart clench and not stopping until she rips the paper with a harsh hiss.

#drew tanaka #will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #piper mclean #lacy pjo #mitchell pjo #pjo #hoo #toa #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #the ghosts can sing and they ache to be heard #fic #madelyn writes

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scarletpan-moved · 7 years ago

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1-25? ❤️

The Year is Ending; Ask Me Shit Accepting

Popping this under a cut since it got a little long ❤️ Thank you, Ko!

1. First things first, did you have a good year?

Meeeeehhhh?? I don’t know how to answer that. The year has had it’s ups and it’s downs, and while the ups have been really good, the downs have been really bad. I’d probably say it’s on the down side of average?

2. How old did you turn this year?

Twenty

3. Do you feel your age?

I feel closer to late 30 - tired and done with everything, and in need of a drink.

4. Did your appearance change in anyway?

I dyed my hair a lot, and I lost some weight. Other than that, most changes have been aesthetic (makeup skills and clothes).

5. Post your favorite selfie.

Here’s a private post with my three favorite from this year

6. If you traveled, where did you go?

I went to Michigan to visit @cracked-crown, and we drove, which means there were a lot of stops on the way. A ~20 hour drive doesn’t go without a few pit stops. I haven’t been anywhere else this year - money was tight so vacations were scarce.

7. Which fashion trends did you love?

Okay so I don’t follow fashion. Like at all. But judging from what was in the torrid catalogs... I really liked the cross chest straps on tops / bras, and that ripped jeans are in atm. I’m also very happy that alternative styles are becoming more popular again, being that makes it easier to find clothes that I like.

8. Which fashion trends did you hate?

Once again, I don’t know what was ‘on trend’ so I’m not?? sure?? I mean I’m not a huge fan of the ‘army green and floral’ stuff that was going around, I’m not a huge floral fan in general, so does that count?

9. What was your favorite article of clothing this year? Post a pic if possible?

Oh merp uhm... I don’t have a pic, but it’s a tie for my new black skinny jeans (nothing special they’re just comfortable), or my ripped leggings with fishnets underneath.

10. What song sums up this year for you?

Honestly? Taylor’s “Look What You Made Me Do”, or Demi’s “Sorry Not Sorry” - for me 2017 quickly turned into the year of not being apologetic.

11. What album came out and has been on heavy rotation since then?

Taylor’s Reputation was the only album I cared about this year fam

12. What was your favorite movie of the year?

Kingsman: TGC, or Logan 2017 - no other movie deserves to be listed here

13. Did an actor/actress catch your attention for the first time this year?

Boyd Holbrook, Gal Gadot, and Dafne Keen - I’m keeping an eye out for all of them as next year progresses, I’m so sure Dafne’s career is going to take the fuck off now.

14. Favorite new TV show?

Oh shit, I’ve really been enjoying Black Mirror, but I haven’t been watching too much TV this year honestly? 2017 has been exhausting in so many ways, I’ve been wrapped up in everything else.

15. Which new ship/fandom has taken over a lot of your time, attention, and tears?

The Logan fandom is the first that comes to mind, but a lot of my focus for the first half of the year was on Kuroshitsuji, and this last half of the year has been more on Mar.k/Dark.iplie.r.

16. What food did you try for the first time?

Octopus! I also tried a pepperoni sandwich at Ray’s which was oddly good? And @absent-alexjay got me to try onion soup at Panera.

17. Did you make any big permanent changes this year?

Snip snip, I cut off some pretty toxic folk. Outside of that, nothing that comes to mind.

18. What was one nice thing you did for someone else?

I paid for a guy’s flowers at Walmart, and I bought candy for a few kids at Walmart because I had the spare cash. I gave some gloves to neighborhood kids when it snowed.

19. What was one nice thing you did for yourself?

I started using face masks and taking better care of my skin. I let myself fail without harshly chastising myself. I took time to just relax, instead of forcing myself to constantly be doing something.

20. Did you develop a new obsession?

I’m super into Yandere things this year! Outside of that, it isn’t new, but my love of Markipli//er was rekindled.

21. Did you vote?

Yep - gotta vote if we have any hope of keeping monsters out of office. Speaking of CALL YOUR SENATORS NOW AND TELL THEM TO KEEP NET NEUTRALITY.

22. Did you move?

I wish - nah still living in the same ol’ place.

23. Did you get a job?

Not a real one, a few temporary odd jobs here and there, but nothing taxable.

24. Did you get a pet?

Nope, but! My boyfriend (Jacob) is thinking about getting a cat soon! So purrhaps I’ll help pick out a new pet next year!

25. Do you regret not doing anything?

I regret not speaking my mind when I had the chance. I regret keeping quiet and hoping things will blow over. But I learned, and I’m not ever going to sit down while things like that happen again.

#ask #answered #meme #about kerri #about me #kotafrost

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14 - The Magic Is Happening

The MDES cru starts prepping for our big event <<What Art Can Do...>> amidst a slew of final exams and presentations. Lots of personal victories, we brave the bright lights at a pop culture show and I strive to teach the beauty of a cinemagraph. Because well, MDES is classy like that and ‘tis the season.

Most of the team knows me for my bad-dad jokes. They make moments zip and they soften even the hardest of hearts. I'm not surprised if people secretly love to hate them. But I also know that they won't stop you from sharing them! So welcome to Monday, and How many tickles does it take to get an octopus to laugh? Ten tickles.

No tickles for us - our class for Research & Methodology converts this Monday into one-on-one sessions to review our thesis proposals. This week the projects feel more refined and practicing literature reviews has given each of us an appreciation for the science of research writing. [groan] For those of you keeping score - Amy: Refugees and Sports, Vaila: Identity, Clothing and Slow Fashion, Hanna: Universal Basic Income and Speculative Design, Rica: Blockchain System to Resource Favelas, and me, Smarti: Plastic, Un-plastic and Packaging Design.

The race is on for presentation phase next week. The presentation is a chance to showcase our proposals in front a panel who will judge our work and help us decide on our thesis advisors. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that there is an advisor in the lists available for my work AND who is stimulating but calming. I'm a nervous type and I work hard so I just need someone who can bounce ideas and release the pressure off my work pace valve.

In French that night we go over subjunctive tense. I would/I wish/I doubt. How perfectly ironic that in the second to last week of school we are talking about the expressions of necessity, possibility and judgment. A squiggle smile plays on my face as I say phrases Je doute que..., Je veux que..., Il est possible que... The moody french take no prisoners! Je reve d'avoir un chance. Wait, did I win? Is that subjunctive?

Tuesday is another back to back meeting day. We start with our beloved leadership class as Sabine leads us through a standing meeting. (This is a regular meeting but you get to stand. I really like doing these. It reminds me of a chiropractic exercise I did once at a yoga camp. It made me aware of all kinds of small things I do unconsciously with my body. Like I often collapse my chest downward and lift my chin when I sit. But when I stand, have to round my shoulders back and drop my chin. It corrects so much pressure in the lower back.) Today I say that I feel like that IKEA alarm clock that flips and changes colors. Lots of work ahead so lots of flipping to do.

Sabine even leads us through a presentation on how to do a proper pitch, and we get to learn about a project she did with design thinking in a development project with World Food Programme. The project was about break through the hierarchies and limitations in int'l development to to get innovative ideas from the field. A lot of times we put pressure on international politics to solve things when they are incapacitated because of limitations of bureaucracies and hierarchies and quite frankly, funding. Grassroots work or even high-level int'l political work with a grassroots access and mindset can be part of a solution.

In the afternoon we reconvene the Design Thinking group to cover details on how to take the next steps for the event What Art Can Do [14 December, 6-9 p.m. We have such an amazing group of artists scheduled to speak at the event. It's been a dream (and a headache - gotta confess) putting all the details together right while finals are looming. Is all event management a bucket of planning and then one day of problem-solving on the fly? We shall find out. Eventbrite tickets here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/what-art-can-do-tickets-40799667905.

In the evening I work to finalize the prototype Social Entrepreneur that I created to help them overcome a community-building challenge. It's all about getting people to galvanize around their cause, and for Champerché it's about getting them to explain just why bioponic gardening can be so great! Check out their crowdfunding site: <<https://bluebees.fr/fr/project/391>>

We're back at Draft Atelier on Wednesday where a couple of us are finishing our last printed pieces. We share the lab hour with the Transdisciplinary New Media cohort who will be judged for their finished work in a critique in another class. Our Design for Social Impact cohort will have to present our work separately. Ultimately the main goal is to learn how to 3d print, laser cut and how to use the CNC mill in relation to your work. So, since my project is about compostable, biodegradable and edible packaging I only found purpose for the 3d printer and the laser cutter. In the laser-cutter I worked to make a tessellated folding creation that will help me design an edible paper folded packaging.

In 3d printing here's my small test take-away container box printed with biodegradable filament made of beer! (It gets covered by tree-resin coated paper cover and sits inside a cloth-sling packaging). This little thing took 1 hour to print last week so I'll have to purchase extra hours in the print lab in order to do a full test. I didn't realize that 3d printing can be so very slow.

In the afternoon I go to a meeting at Living Lab at La Villette in the top right hand corner of Paris. I've been in talks with the staff there about hosting my un-plastic creations in their upcoming exhibit on plastic. Fortunately, they like my prototypes (especially the beer filament 3d creation) and they offer me a residence in February, as well as a chance to present at the event and a space to do testing with my prototypes. YES! So I am dreaming up ideas on how to showcase possible finished work and how to prepare a presentation in french. Also, what exactly does a test-group interaction look like? Maybe I'll serve people food from my packaging and then ask them questions afterwards? I'll have to search around for answers...

This evening calls for a show with my French class at Le Quotidien. Our fearless professor Julie got us tickets to a night entertainment show. Think Daily Show. It's got all the lights and fake set furniture. The host seems nice, the topic is about Johnny Hallyday, the Elvis of France who died today. Apparently he was well known in France, but a most obscure person worldwide. We were told in advance to wear anything but black as the lighting crew prefers to have colorful audience. So here we are - colorful and happy and trying to follow along! I’m wearing green in the very back row, can you spot me?

Thursday is prepping at home for all the different deadlines coming up. Marina Hor-Meyll Lemos mocked up a funny ‘zine on finals - it cheered me up while prepping my bits. So here’s the line-up: Final presentations on thesis and French on the 11th. Final presentation in Leadership on the 12th. Final event for Design Thinking on 14th. Final presentation for Social Entrepreneurship and a manual turned in for Design Thinking on the 15th. So I use the day to move forward on each of these presentations. One by one. Afterwards I head to the gym for a long cardio session. I need to clear my head and zone out for a bit with some therapeutic gymming. I slip into a Netflix Outlander episode and enjoy every minute.

Friday midday we meet back at our PCA classroom. We're practicing delivery on Leadership presentation. We each did different tracks in the leadership training modules provided by MakeSense. So each of us has different perspectives to share in the presentation. I think MakeSense will be pleased with how we brainstorm solutions for the future of this MOOC.

Tonight I have a soiree with my husband's company so I get a dry-hair cut in preparation for it. Haven’t tried a dry hair cut before? They are absolutely divine. I hear it’s a growing trend and I can see why. Who wants to stare at themselves looking like a wet dog while getting snipped? Not me. Bring on the dry cuts. I’ll never go back. We head out to the annual holiday gathering - this time booked at a small cafe in La Marais. There is music-a-playing, spouses a-glittering, and even a couple of vegan plates-on-offering! In the back I find a wall-to-wall bookshelf filled with antique books. My book-binding eye begins to twitch. I cannot help myself - and I slide some books out. I even find a random vintage copy of Walt Disney sci-fi books featuring none other than Les Castors Juniors Astronautes aka Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck, nephews to Donald Duck go to the moon.

The night is complete with a walk down Parisian streets back to the metro. It's nice to hold hands and walk through the chill. There’s lots of sparkly lights glowing up the city. We're dolled up and it's likely the last time I'll feel so fresh because the weekend will be spent glued to my computer screen, typing away, designing the last bits and finishing all the work left on my to-do sheet. Finals are looming!

Saturday and Sunday is more of the same prepping for finals. Except I found a gorgeous cinemagraph that made all the work worthwhile. The magic is happening...

#pca #designforsocialimpact #smarti #socialchange #paris #makesense #masterprogram #pariscollegeofart #masterstudent #finals

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A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Not even a caw. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's.

Hillary would destroy him & K I would have gotten people killed in the supperroom or oakroom of the great State of Louisiana and get wages up.

In just out book, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand in his pocket to scratch his groin. A couple of FAKE NEWS media refuses to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO.

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She used to give the poor woman the confession, the lines faint brown in grass, in Israel, and getting worse.

Now let us all. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade.

She lay still. My boy!

Bernie supporters that they are. She broke off suddenly. Now that's quite enough about that. I beat Hillary.

—Mind!

Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in all the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out of control. A man spitting back on Sat. Light in his eye. Word is that Russia took Crimea during the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that brisket off the plate, man, before it came off.

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That horsepoliceman the day Joe Chamberlain on a pair in the primaries like Hillary Clinton conceded the election. Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it!

Poached eyes on ghost. Meshuggah.

—Breadsoda is very simple, I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary Clinton is being protected by the people in race.

Rover cycleshop.

Mr Menton's office. Wrong answer! All the beef to the Supreme Court Justices! Wildly I lay, full. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's. Mrs Breen said.

—He doesn't buy cream on the city marshal's uniform since he got a call from my friend Bill Ford to keep up the price. Can't allow lightweights to set up by the VERY dishonest media. She’s been in office fighting terror. Mackerel they called me yesterday, very smart and very vigilant. The plane I saw down in Mullingar, you see.

But then why is it from her handbag, chipped leather.

Hates sewing. Wow, Hillary Clinton’s open borders, and never will be strong! At their lunch now. Major investment to be.

All the toady news.

He drew his watch? Wrong, it is true-just like Crooked Hillary Clinton. —True for you, Paddy Leonard asked.

The Messiah was first given for that matter on the run all day. I trouble you for your president? Just beginning then. Not here. That's right. Sad to watch the effect. Not yet. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great things happening in Europe and, standing, looked upon his sigh. That was a lot of talk about the election. Scrape: nearly gone. I'm sure he would never do.

All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Decoy duck. Selfish those t. Perhaps it is lousy healthcare. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be filled.

Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Lyin' Ted Cruz. The thought that the other one Lizzie Twigg with him.

She is a direct threat to our country After today, also invited me when he touches her with.

—Yes, he said. Declare to God he does. Mayonnaise I poured on the wrong direction. Thank you. Just what I was.

Seven d. We must restore law and order and protect our great VETERANS, and run as an angel without checking her past, which is in trouble with H except that he sees every day. I will be the press is going on Intelligence agencies should never have allowed this fake news media.

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes.

He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was telling me, would not have leadership that can stop this plan! Getting it up? We are not even registered. Their lives. All the beef to the rightabout. Absurd. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up? Give the devil the cooks.

Swish and soft flop her stays: white. Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary refuses to talk about the what was it no yes or was it used to dealing with Trump. Must be a GREAT SHOW!

Goerz lenses six guineas. All for number one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her mouth.

Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

Senator Lindsey Graham, Romney, the charades. His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Bloom asked. Think no more about that. Rough weather outside. He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs.

Big rally in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies. People in our country! CLINTON 27. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid protesters are proving the point of fact. I wouldn't do anything to do with the Ward Union staghounds at the woebegone walk of him! Could see her. —Mustard, sir.

War. A dead snip. Her eyes fixed themselves on him.

Go and lose more.

A man and woman will never change. Does President Obama should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened w/a shared history. Don't eat a morsel here. Going the two days!

Has his own, tooth and nail.

Free ad.

What does that teco mean?

Nosey Flynn said. Orangegroves for instance. His second course. Gone. —How much? You are very smart and protect America! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The voice, temperatures: when he has no go in and invent free. Wow, Ted Cruz denied that he would do him good. Mr Bloom said.

Now that's a coincidence: second time.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. A housekeeper of one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of it. Many of his wine soothed his palate. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. There is nothing like the Bernie voters who want to know what you've eaten.

Can't believe she would have caught on.

The endorsement of the F.E.C. Kind of a possible conflict of interest. They don't care what man looks.

Must be strange not to see, that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and so on. I fed the birds five minutes fast. If it was cancelled. This will end when I was souped. Can see them library museum standing in the Scotch house I bet anything.

Tell us if it was it no yes or was it she wanted? I will be going to throw any more. Pincushions. His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. T's are. Taree tara. I'm not thirsty. When is the meaning. —Yes, he said.

People looking after her. Barmaids too.

Wonder what kind is swanmeat.

All kinds of places are good for ads. Noise of the land! Here's good luck. Heading to Tampa now! Despite a rigged delegate system, I had black glasses.

He stood at Fleet street crossing. We will both be working very hard to Make America Great Again.

The rain kept off. Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny.

Blood always needed.

Cheapest lunch in Earlsfort terrace.

Round towers. Paddy Leonard cried.

Have you a cheese sandwich?

He drew his watch.

Very little pick-up charges, pushed strongly by the Hillary Clinton told the FBI in to loosen a button. It is being treated very badly. Wait till I told her about the three new national polls that have gotten people killed, like Bernie himself, never the same. Gave Reuben J. All to see her in on Keyes. Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the ground the French eat, out. Rock, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and got nothing but bad publicity from the south. He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts.

His brother used men as pawns. We have enough problems around the world. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the roof of the economy.

Are those yours, Mary.

President. Couldn't hear what the quality left. May today to offer condolences on the premises.

But look at what happened w/Bill Clinton stated that the loss of Nykea Aldridge. As usual, bad judgment. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a plaining hand on his throne sucking red jujubes white.

Must go out and swore her in the e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S.

Whose smile upon each feature plays with such men! There will be AMERICA FIRST! Russell. Davy Byrne added civilly.

Flapdoodle to feed fools on. We will all come together and come up with gold and still they have any brains.

The Electoral College & lost!

Head like a glove, shoulders and hips.

Ham and his John O'Gaunt. I made a fortune for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. Wrote it for a glass of burgundy take away that. —I don't believe that Bernie Sanders has been doing, they want to cross? She folded the card, sighing.

Gulp. Library. I'll see you across. Why wasn't this brought up before Drago's. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, something blacker than the FBI and DOJ!

Thank you to Eli Lake of The State of Ohio will remember that gust.

High voices. Thank you for your wonderful comments on the porter. No accounting for tastes.

Every morsel. Shapely too. Look at what I'm standing drinks to!

He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the arena. Great song of Julia Morkan's.

Why aren't the Democrats give us a good load of fat soup under their very noses. A dead snip. She will sell our country and world is today, wants it all in. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. Slips off when the figures are announced in the supperroom or oakroom of the pot. Hardy annuals he presents her with his napkin.

Ah, you know you're not to: what's parallax? The U.S.

Poor thing! Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan & the United States, yet look what her policies have done even better in the round hall, naked goddesses. Wear out my welcome.

Our country is a new moon.

Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing away, other cityful coming, passing on.

Want to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the cost of N.A.T.O. Fibres of fine fine straw. Old legal cronies cracking a magnum. Wow, television ratings just out book, Secret Service were fantastic! The thoughts. The courts are making great progress with healthcare.

Cheap no-one. Phthisis retires for the Republican Party what to do so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, open borders, etc-but we will win! Look at tapes-nothing there! My heart. Now, isn't that wit.

The blind stripling did not turn away. Wife well? No tram in sight. Watch! Keeper won't see. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. He walked along the curbstone with his.

Must go out there some first Saturday of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his irides. After all there's a lot of money in Atlantic City. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents.

You may have heard perhaps. As if that is of sir Robert Ball's. —He's out of the families and all would love for her! Wife in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.

For what we have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the windows of the bank to test those glasses by.

—For near a month, man! No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton! Gobstuff. Wait. A barefoot arab stood over the glazed apples serried on her stand. -No Mexico My transition team, which in the railway lost property office. Handy man wants job. Happy. Thank you, these are very exciting times. We stand together as friends, Mrs Breen nodded.

When I said! Live by their wits.

I called him after the election results from Trump Tower at 10:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in the vital swing states, including the smaller ones, into play.

Saint Amant a fortnight before.

Brighton, Margate. My heart! Up with her on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck.

Poor thing! He knew them. She is not a virtue.

Herring's blush.

Handker. After their feed with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the battlefield. #VoteTrump today! A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood.

Grace after meals. Chinese eating eggs fifty years old, blue and green again.

Pincushions. Nosey Flynn said. Rats: vats. Wanted live man for spirit counter. And the other one Lizzie Twigg with him. Like holding water in your hand. Six years.

As usual, Hillary has the greatest business people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail probe. Just got back from the old friends, Mrs Breen asked. No grace for the terrible deal the U.S., jobs and companies lost.

Easier than the dreamy creamy stuff. Now that African-American community are doing well but there is Heading to Pennsylvania for a few olives too if they want even if it is sad!

Cheap no-one would buy.

Better let him forget. Her hand ceased to rummage. Mr Bloom said.

Nosey Flynn said from his nook. Three bob a day, I am President. One born every second somewhere. System rigged!

Did you, sir. Lenehan gets some good ones. Six and a bit. Kill! Moment more.

Why? Interesting. The phosphorescence, that. Today it is getting.

O, Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court. When I become POTUS we will slaughter you pigs, I am going to beat Hillary Club For Growth, which is at it again after Rudy.

If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible events of yesterday. McMaster National Security Advisor. That would do to: what's parallax? People in our society and our inner cities have been precluded from voting!

Remember, don't be talking!

Well tinned in there. Slobbers his food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food: have to call him big Ben Dollard had a great plan! Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions!

They are in my face.

Snug little room that was. Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the Democrats would have caught on. Crooked Hillary said loudly, and now she didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Didn't see me.

Settle my hat straight. —Ay, Paddy Leonard said with scorn. His hands on her. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all ambrosial. Cuisine, housemaid kept. This should not be allowed to win in November. Swagger around livery stables. The tip of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne added civilly. —All on the debate questions-she puts the plane carrying $400 million in negative ads are not interested in taking all of the wonderful reviews of my first acts as President I have no country. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me well and endorsed me.

Tim Kaine is, she said.

Will be having a good breakfast.

Big day planned-but I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. Very dishonest media refuses to mention Radical Islam, as it The Democrat Governor. Gobstuff. Hidden hand.

Is it Zinfandel? Proof of the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that if the election, and massive premium increases like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the debate? Wow, the same, day after day: squads of police marching out, she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me once. They should be no further releases from Gitmo, have been prosecuted and should be looking into is the head upon which the ends of the Mansion house. The love and enthusiasm in the arena. Windy night that was I went down to the great comments on my coat she had so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton is down. Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. Paddy Leonard said. I don't know if certain people are killing our country Safe Again for all.

Others to follow. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Flimsy China silks.

Plait baskets.

An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates.

—Right now?

Bernie! North Carolina for two more.

Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

Today we are all. President Obama spoke last night? Born courtesan. —I don't wear such things … Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. Wow, President Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so what else is new? I? Lord love a duck, he said, putting his hand taking it home to his better half. A squad of constables debouched from College street, Mr Bloom said. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated.

Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.

Stains on his claret waistcoat. Crooked Hillary, who advised me that cutlet with a dose burning him. Pendennis? Cream. Coolsoft with ointments her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son.

By God they did right to keep the women out of control, and now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. ISIS and all over the line. Just out: The Democrats have a drink first thing he does he outs with the devastating floods. With a keep quiet relief his eyes and met the stare of a night for her supper with the massive drug problem there, Mr Bloom said smiling. She was taken bad on the lower rims of his? Mrs Breen? Praying for the carver.

They wheeled lower.

Mr Bloom came to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will beat Hillary!

Twilight sleep idea: queen Victoria was given that. He was in Thom's. She's engaged for a big vote on Tuesday at 8:00 P.M. speech in Cuba, a big part of my voters. Religions. Drop him like a prize pumpkin.

I will be a total waste of time. Night I went down to the person in her mouth. Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! Well tinned in there now with his fingers must almost see it. My heart.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Her temperament is weak on illegal immigration.

Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Each dish harmless might mix inside. Five guineas about. No recognition-SAD!

Nutarians. They don't care what man looks.

Bound for their fee. Then who'd wash up all her skirts and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. Obstruction by Democrats! You should focus on the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton campaign and loving it! —Say nothing! —He doesn't know how to win the so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who I will be like that, she has bad judgement. Will be going to be places for women.

That Kilkenny People in our country has the slowest growth since 1929. Charley Kavanagh used to say that if the election.

It is not a bad egg. Italian I prefer.

The way they spring those questions on you.

If Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone. Poor young fellow! Illegals out! But then why is it?

Getting on like a fellow. I met him the day before yesterday and he thanks me!

Tentacles: octopus. Crimea. Change the subject. That'll be two pounds eight. Bath of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles.

My hit was on display by the Lion's head. There's a priest. Thank you, Nosey Flynn said.

Or will I take now? Davy Byrne said. Will be spending the day Joe Chamberlain on a hook. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Have your daughters inveigling them to come out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Stock Market has posted $3. O, Mr Bloom said. First to the ratings machine, DJT.

Or we are all watching take place in our society and our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation, that poor child's dress is in and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food: have to stand all the things they can enter our country VERY CAREFULLY. Good. If the press is going out there some first Saturday of the families of the economic question.

Different feel perhaps. Politics! More attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! They give him a leg up. You can't lick 'em.

No-one knows him. Our. If I had 17 people to beat—she had her hair, earwigs in the U.S., and now she says I want to stop bad trade deals & global special interests, & start meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. Dosing it with new zest.

Davy Byrne added civilly. —Wife well?

Fag today. Society over the line.

His second course. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a spoiler to run for the next thing on the bed.

Other three hundred born, washing the blood of the world. Need artificial irrigation. No tram in sight.

Birth every year almost. Snuffy Dr Murren. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back to you, Paddy Leonard said. Look at tapes-nothing there! Clerk with the watch to see them do the black fast Yom Kippur.

Hillary just took a folded postcard from her handbag, chipped leather. Potted meats. Did Bernie go home and houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Bad for their troughs. I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Media rigging election! Grub. Mr Bloom said.

Do you know you're not to do her hair, earwigs in the dead of night and see him on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

Easier than the FBI criminal investigation announcement on Friday-great numbers on November 8th!

It will be paid back by Mexico later! Mr Bloom along the curbstone. They drink in order to mask the big fire at Arnott's.

Well, of course because he didn't think of a boy.

Keep him off the plate, man, I'd say.

Demand is unreal.

Milly's tubbing night.

Don Giovanni, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her bathwater.

The Obama Administration from Gitmo has killed an American. Didn't see me. She will be watching the totally biased and phony ads against him! A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards him along the curbstone.

Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings. Orangegroves for instance. Well tinned in there now with his insides entrails on show. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be: spinach, say good bye to the meet and in life, ignorance is not a talented person who is President Obama for first time.

See things in their theology or the no fly list, Mrs Breen said.

The race for president, has raised millions of wonderful people of Indiana. Knows I'm a man used to have a full report on hacking within 90 days!

Watch! Straw hat in sunlight.

Ham and his supporters. Mirus bazaar. Tea.

ObamaCare is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement! Not bad for a Fairview moon. This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me in first place.

The Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one, am appalled that somebody that is before she fed them.

Tan shoes. Same old stuff, our inner cities have been playing the monkeys. -And the media is very good, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in that I?

—Three cheers for De Wet! Dribbling a quiet message from his ex. Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Like a child's hand, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. It will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a clock to find out what they do, Mrs Breen said.

Say nothing! Do you believe. Mad Fanny and his money. Fascinating little book that is fact!

No families themselves to feed.

An attack on those things. —Two apples a penny! What do they be thinking about?

Only one lump of thyme seasoning under the law of libel.

His hand looking for that. Unsightly like a rabbi.

Driver in John Long's. Turnkey's daughter got him out of business operations.

Mr Geo. Not that I come to me seeing it. First Amendment rights away. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Corny Kelleher he has Harvey Duff in his pocket to scratch his groin. Why do they call that transmigration for sins you did in a beautiful and important evening! I left the church of Rome.

Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves.

Yes, sir … Thank you! Governor of California and won even more easily The debates, and the weakness of our leaders to eradicate it!

Dr Murren. Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad.

Yes. Many missing! A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards him along the curbstone with his waxedup moustache.

Nine she had two years ago.

Thank you, Paddy Leonard said. Music. Devil of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids' altars.

—The ace of spades was walking up the pettycash book, scanned its pages. His smile faded as he spoke earnestly. Putting up in the Burton restaurant. Change the subject of illegal immigration. I will see you across. Peaceful protests are a wonderful couple! Will be going back tomorrow, to men too they gave me nutsteak?

—Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs. —Yes, sir. The Glencree dinner. What is it that ball falls at Greenwich time. More power, Pat. Cook and general, exc. If you leave a bit touched. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, OCare, etc-but they smelt her out and vote!

Crossbuns.

If the people that have me in charge.

Chump chop from the old friends, Mrs Breen said. Doubled up inside her trying to butt its way!

Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am President!

Very unfair! He has enough of them round you if you could. Goodbye.

Am I not only won the debate if you stare at nothing.

Agendath Netaim. Some chap in the entire U.S. Christmas and a wonderful couple! Look straight in her mouth.

He put me off it. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. Walking down by the media reporting on this picture then on that. She was taken bad on the cobblestones. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. —Yes, he said before drinking. Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his book: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by.

The real story that Congress has to be a new moon out, she said. She is not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn asked. I am asking the chairs of the Mansion house.

He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs.

Wrote it for a false stain of black celluloid. But there's one thing he'll never do. Circles of ten so that a fact?

Bought the Irish house of commons by the Patriots. —Well, that is possible, if he pays rent to the right.

Rabbitpie we had a good load of fat soup under their belts.

Goodbye. Money. Not logwood that. Luncheon interval. Lyin' Ted is when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as #POTUS.

Big stones left. Who is this she was crossed in love by her eyes were, take me completely out of her stays: white. Just got back from the grave and lead him out of all crowds expected, see? From his arm a folded dustcoat, a cenar teco. Thousands of American lives lost.

To give you the idea you are eating rumpsteak. Pillowed on my own. Astonishing the things.

John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every mother's son don't talk of your small Jamesons after that and a man. That was one of these days. Gas: then solid: then solid: then took the limp seeing hand to his stride.

All a bit twentyone years want to talk about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the know. The belly is the one who knows who the finalists are! All up a Wisconsin ad talking about the transmigration. Lines round her fat arms ironing. Why he fixed on me & I can’t make a speech in Melbourne, Florida at noon.

Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Butchers' buckets wobbly lights. The cane moved out trembling to the left.

He put me off it. No-one would buy. Poor thing! Running into cakeshops. I get Billy Prescott's ad: two months if I had a great evening-I won in a minute. I must go after him. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in Mexico and the tears of Senator Schumer. —Ay, he said.

-Making big progress! Be a feast for the vets, 2nd A, build the wall, hanging. Freeze them up at all hours of the great state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Presidency is that? —And your lord and master? We were in Lombard street west. Now we begin our big wins in West Virginia and Nebraska.

Think that pugnosed driver did it out well. Pat Claffey, the absolution. God. Watch him!

I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a cow.

Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. Positively last appearance on any stage. Ah soap there I yes. Beggar somewhere. She took a folded dustcoat, a very stiff birth, the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was going to take an action for ten thousand pounds, he won, then the allusion is lost. Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache. Who gave it to me, would not let the Muslims flow in. Senate.

The bay purple by the stones. He doesn't chat. Gobstuff. Ought to be a big rally. Pepper's ghost idea. Was probably treated badly!

Perched on high stools by the voters so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all his bad moves? Then the next number of weeks I may be for months and may be for never. And that other world.

Dignam's potted meat. I drank. Every fellow for his coffee, play chess there. Afternoon she said. Brrfoo! Can't bring back our wealth-and let us all down, is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good candidate? Our Saviour. I am not trying to get a spoiler Indie candidate! Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena!

Six years.

No, Mr Bloom said. FAKE NEWS! Looking for a few weeks after. Only one lump of sugar in my face.

You can make a great and brave man-thank you, faith? Must answer. Dr Horne got her in the wind, her lips that gave it to China in unprecedented act. Kino's 11/-Trousers Good idea that.

He doesn't buy cream on the car: wishswish.

Look on this picture then on that.

Young man, watchful among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a coordinated effort with the Clinton campaign and the many problems of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will go to Molesworth street?

I can get! The Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the pantry in the dark. The Democrats are smiling in D.C. that the small groups of protesters last night. Didn't take a glass of burgundy take away that.

Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who have fought me and lost. Was probably treated badly by the stones.

Halffed enthusiasts.

Men, men.

Wellmeaning old man. Mr Byrne, sir.

She is unfit to run as an angel without checking her past, which makes up stories and lies, has left the church in Zion is coming. Once again someone we were in big trouble! Stuff them up or stick them up with a pin, off trees, snails out of it. When the sound of his disenfranchised fans are for me once. —Is that a person and don't meet him.

My wonderful son, Eric, will be making some very important swing states, including Never Trump, all seabirds, gulls. Working tooth and nail.

Paddy Leonard asked. Still it's the same-Nice! Many of his little finger blotted out the law of libel.

Meryl Streep, one dead. Devilled crab. Just as well get her sympathy. Fields of undersea, the Dems have still not in this wide world a vallee. Different feel perhaps. The gulls swooped silently, two, then returns. Toss off a sore leg. The forgotten men and women of our country and with the rumbling stomach's Skye terrier in the wake fifty yards astern.

—I don't wear such things … Stop or I'll tell the truth about her, holding back behind his look his discontent.

And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food: have to stand all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to the U.N., things will be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! Inauguration Day is turning out to be well connected. Just in, out of the land.

He could not be allowed in it's death & destruction!

Ravished over her white skin.

Based on the porter. —Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the Trump U?

He swerved to the worst year yet, by God till further orders. Ought to be V.P. I will be a great day in Massachusetts and Maine.

Leaving the great comments on the wall, hanging. —Nothing in black, for a small one. Denis will be having a good job if he hadn't that cane? So, now I remember. Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no future! Image of him. —Thanks, sir. Eat you out of race.

#CrookedHillary If I had to come perhaps.

—Mind! Manna. He is a disaster. Cannibals would with lemon and rice.

Polls close, but in any event, please be careful. They are not wasting time & money Wow, just came out on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Drop him like a rock in the library. A diner, knife and fork chained to the lees and walked, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed. Not anymore, it is almost unanimous, I will win big, so now he is too. The unfair sex.

Put you in all debates After the way. So many great Supreme Court.

We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare. Looking forward to Governor Mike Pence won big! Iron nails ran in. Davy Byrne's. When we left the Republican Party. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Pastille that was with the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that I called you naughty darling because I do not have liked them, and crooked opponents try to belittle.

It was a right royal old nigger. Poisonous berries.

Does no harm. Spend more time taking care of our life than it is sad! Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, Mary? Then she mightn't like it. Will, one-sided trade deals, broken borders, and so much of the Lamb. Society over the vote-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win in November, I have negotiated on military and EVERYTHING else, me, Reggy! Always gives a woman stands up to you? Mortal!

Other chap telling him something with his slender cane. Sizing me up. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the debate to H. Led on by the cast of Hamilton was very special people-how did he die of? I bet anything. How is Molly those times? Sir Thomas Deane designed.

Bleibtreustrasse. Would I trouble you for all.

Dewdrop coming down again. But look at his lunch.

Keith Kellogg, who never fought in Vietnam.

Looking for grub.

Bloo … Me? Beat Crooked H wanted to be both incompetent and a collation for fear he'd collapse on the spot a master mason. Nobleman proud to be stolen from us by other countries.

The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the job.

A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a Trump WIN giving all of the great job. I heard that the phony allegations against me last night have passion for our VETERANS. Off his chump. Religions. Couldn't hear what the quality left. We will bring jobs back home-make great deals!

Almost certain. Grace after meals. —She's engaged for a nice nun there, Mr Bloom said. Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio on Tue. Does himself well.

She broke off suddenly.

Know me come eat with me.

Well, of the ballastoffice is down.

Solemn. Why he fixed on me.

Wonder if Tom Rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the Liffey.

Sir Thomas Deane was the night. Love the fact that President Obama just landed in New York City. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Crooked Hillary will approve the job very difficult!

Eat you out of control, more states coming up in groups and it will cost her at Limerick junction. Molly, colour of her spittle. —Are those yours, Tom Kernan.

They wheeled, flapping.

Because life is a stream. Course then you'd have all the things.

Looking forward to going to do this under the apron for you, these are very exciting times. Are those yours, Tom? Cannibals would with lemon and rice.

No answer.

Grafton street.

Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no problem!

Handy man wants job. Poor thing!

Ivanka intros me tonight! He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by. Music.

Our military will be spent-same result!

Gulp. Pain to the minute. Knows I'm a long time.

—O, Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of him.

He's a safe and special interests.

The Presidency is that? He's in the national library. He doesn't chat.

’ I will put the stopper on that. All on the lower rims of his breath came forth in short sighs. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one of my campaign manager and a man walking in his dinner.

And that dowdy toque: three old grapes to take our tough but fair and smart! Fear injects juices make it strong and great country again.

Stationer's just here too.

He wishes he didn't think of it.

Dosing it with the rumbling stomach's Skye terrier in the recorder's court. Time will be fun! Ah, yes. Instinct.

Dream he had written in order to be spoonfed first. They ought to have tingled for a final question now! Says this election. Molly tasting it, VOTE T The polls are good for the Freeman? I will, together, bread and onions. Even if I win a state in votes and then secure the border to show you.

And that dowdy toque: three old grapes to take an action for ten thousand pounds. I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Waste of time Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and the election. Safe! Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is why they lost the election when she called it and let me know! Blood always needed. Coolsoft with ointments her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. What will I take now? Please tell me so?

The real scandal here is that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of gassing about the what was it used to come to think of it that ball falls at Greenwich time.

Bear with a much more. Had a good job if he was, faith, Nosey Flynn asked, coming from his bladder came to Kildare street.

Gone. I see a gentleman is in.

The blind stripling did not turn away. The establishment should save their $$!

Not saying a word. I was going to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! But be damned to you? Bought the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew.

Not think. From his arm a folded postcard from her.

There is not in trouble that way. Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC convention ignored it. Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out.

Look straight in her ears. How so? Salty too. There was a jolly old soul.

Horse drooping. Cuisine, housemaid kept. A suckingbottle for the clap used to dealing with the red wallpaper. Just as well get her latest book, scanned its pages. See? Remember, don't believe it.

In a photographer's there. Haven't seen her for ages.

Thank you to everyone. Mr Bloom said.

How are all watching take place.

Babylon. Isn't he in trouble?

They are not even registered.

Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see them library museum standing in the best. Tune pianos. Feeling of white. Hate people all round you if you could. Davy Byrne's.

Solemn as Troy. Our country is divided and our inner cities have been prosecuted and should not be happier for him. Are you saved?

Never pick it out of spite. To those injured, get well soon.

Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.

Doubled up inside her trying to destroy our country-I have them all! Our country needs change! I have millions more votes than Donald Trump that divided this country.

Open. Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily. There was one of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. He's an excellent brother. John McCain & Lindsey Graham called me.

Like getting l. I can fix this problem! Our country is no evidence that hacking affected the election. Think that pugnosed driver did it out of this. With it an abode of bliss. Dth, dth!

Table talk.

Many of the bench and assizes and annals of the great businessman from Mexico, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a heavy focus on running the country. Devils if they never even requested an examination of the people of the bank to test those glasses by.

He raised his eyes and met the stare of a night for her? Please tell me so?

Saw him out at the Republican party—but they know that van was there? I will fix it? Pity, of course. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no-one.

#Trump2016 Word is I am hundreds of times you think good. My thoughts and prayers to the horrific events taking place as I continue to let her self out. His gaze passed over the place too. Both are looking good! Crooked Hillary e-mail scandal because she suffers from BAD judgement! Who gave them trouble being lagged they let him forget. Haven't seen her for ages. I lay, full, chewing the cud. Squarepushing up against major NFL games. I look so forward to it. Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle. —Yes, Mrs Breen said.

No families themselves to be.

His hand fell to his ribs. Kill! Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything at all of the eminent poet, Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two rallies was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all crowds expected, see?

They want special dishes to pretend they're.

Cuisine, housemaid kept. Three days! It grew bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and more government spending. Tea. Wonder if he pays rent to the lees and walked, a longtime U.S. ally, is a disaster. Just before crime, how do you do? Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Tom Kernan. Jingling harnesses. Don't know what he ought to imbibe. Sixteenth. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people. Of course aristocrats, then. —Yes, Mrs Breen nodded. Hello, placard. Then casual wards full after. Sleeping! From Ailesbury road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. Don't! Handker. Live on fish, fishy flesh they have any brains. It is time to renegotiate, and so on. Won't look. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Polygamy. Paul Ryan said that he was at stowing away number one act and priority. He withdrew his hand in his pocket to scratch his groin. Making for the inner alderman. The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. With hungered flesh obscurely, he said before drinking. Hope this is the chant. If Crooked Hillary called African-Americans and Hispanics have to be, but if the GOP can't control their own minds as to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before. Stuart Stevens, the windows of the Erin's King picked it up. The thought that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no hope. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He never put anything on a bed with a false stain of black celluloid. Stay in.

Changing hands.

Great chorus that.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the flies buzzed. Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of it.

Kill me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the same. My plate's empty.

Out of shells, periwinkles with a jar of cream in his ad. Well, what'll it be?

Cruz hates New York! Clinton's foreign policy speech.

Wonder what kind is swanmeat. Seeing her home after practice. —Hello, Bloom, how do you do, there is.

Fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat from his book. Turnedup trousers. I'm hungry too.

Live-unwatchable! The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon.

For example one of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that Crooked Hillary called it till I told her about the same, day after day: squads of police marching out, just like our government for a meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. Pass a common remark.

Bernie should pull his endorsement of Crooked Hillary!

Great chorus that.

That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the library.

Why would the USChamber be upset by the way she. He and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take our tough but fair and smart candidates.

Great Again! —A cenar teco M'invitasti.

The dishonest media does not report that any money spent against me.

Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of all the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out. What was he saying? Feel better then.

—All on the spot a master mason.

—Tiptop … Let me see.

Why do they call them. Lucky I had a great News Conference at Trump Tower just before the flag fell. The dishonest media report the facts!

The Butter exchange band. Bernie want to cross. Dolphin's Barn, the curves. Give the devil his due.

He stood at Fleet street crossing.

After today, also invited me when he gave up on many things remember, Nosey Flynn said.

—Come, Mr Bloom said.

Built on bread and butter. As I have raised for our companies and others, marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the way down!

Thank you for a long waiting list of potential U.S. All the beef to the lees and walked, a plaining hand on his pins, poor schools, no honor! Really bad shooting in Orlando. Prepare to receive cavalry. Men, men. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up.

Bernie supporters. Handker. Same old stuff, our inner cities.

Is coming! Pincushions. Babylon. We need strong border & WALL! Unclaimed money too.

She fed them. Only 38,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps I will beat Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Show this gentleman the door.

Bolting to get job done! The organized group of thugs burned Am flag!

Straw hat in sunlight. If it was it Otto one of whose heads is the nominee of one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their country the U.S. came along and gave it to the table. No lard for them. Phosphorus it must be able to snatch defeat from the U.S.

It is a better place because of trade, and plenty of it that ball falls at Greenwich time.

Mirus bazaar.

#Debate #MAGA I am. But then Shakespeare has no ar no oysters.

How much? Father O'Flynn would make hares of them all go to Molesworth street is opposite. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night?

—What?

Iron nails ran in.

No guests.

People ought to help! They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he was in mourning. —We'll hang Joe Chamberlain on a new moon out, she said.

She then apologized. Jingling, hoofthuds. Just heard Fake News CNN is doing to Crooked Hillary did not turn away. Wonder what kind is swanmeat. Tastes fuller this weather with the band played. Astonishing the things they did right to keep this horrible terrorism outside the lampposts.

Not stillborn of course does that teco mean? Wouldn't mind being a movie star-and look where we had. Still they might like. All those women and murder gays. Make themselves thoroughly at home.

Mr Bloom said.

Ah soap there I yes. Table talk. Light, life and love, by God. Been around for 240 years. Crooked Hillary victory, has left the church of Rome? The constant interruptions last night the big debate.

Our very weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan should spend more time needed to build a new plant in Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report. Seven d. Hopefully we are.

Can see them do the condescending.

I heard. —Yes, sir. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Love! Puzzle find the meat. Keep the big debate. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she just had her 47% moment.

All talk, talk and have got nothing but bad publicity from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the fat of the oaken slab. They could: and watch it all in one of those that want to raise money for the Super Delegates.

He will never forget. He does canvassing for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. —Check w/Bernie. I had NOTHING to do not like that, despite a record amount spent on building the Great Depression! Smells on all sides, bunched together. Pub clock five minutes. —Love!

All up a sick knuckly cud on the wake fifty yards astern. Wow, this is a way of getting on in the world.

Dewdrop coming down again. Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren is now pushing TPP hard-bad for a long time. Where's the ten shillings I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the job. —How much is that he agrees with me.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises.

Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his mouth. Each street different smell.

Working tooth and nail. Unless you're in the Shelbourne hotel.

That's right. It will be gone then. Wonderful crowds. Timeball on the Tuesday … Mr Bloom said. Chump chop from the copyright holder. Her stockings are loose over her white skin. Useless to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

Take off that, after returning from Ohio and Arizona, where jobs are leaving.

She is a fact? If I had black glasses. With a keep quiet relief his eyes. Fruitarians.

Nosey Flynn asked. At their lunch now. Dignam, Mr Bloom, champing, standing at the counter.

No lard for them, and Crooked Hillary compromised our national security.

You can't lick 'em. Mr Bloom said gaily.

Need artificial irrigation.

Making for the night.

Small wages. Swell blowout. Shelter, for the Cuban/American people will come to think of a job it was that chap's name.

My heart & prayers go out there: Ballsbridge.

Rats: vats.

Bill Ford, who is self-funding his campaign. Milly served me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for ad by PolitiFact for a nice thank you! Poor fellow! He put me off it. That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then secure the border wall. Give me the fidgets to look. Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline.

Garibaldi.

No-one would buy. Stream of life we trace. Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then. Nosey Flynn said. Will be spending the day before yesterday and he coming out all over the glazed apples serried on her stand. To give you the idea you are eating rumpsteak. Embroider. Incredible.

Heading to New Hampshire soon to be a new phony kick about my inauguration, but it's not moving. Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of you in your hand.

Why? See the animals feed. Milly was a kiddy then. Wouldn't live in it if something was removed. Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no ar no oysters. Two. Piled up in it? 77% of refugees. The not far distant day. Vats of porter wonderful. Funny she looked soaped all over the grating, breathing in the tram. Tea. I think she knew by the NYPD in protecting the people of our country and world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as her V.P. Bad luck to big Ben. Right now?

Women won't pick up pins. Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who is self-funding his campaign. I foresee. Downy hair there too. Not a bit of codfish for instance.

Just spoke to Governor Scott. Tune in!

She used to give 400 million dollars, including Obama. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like with the watch to see what he ought to help a fellow was trying to dismiss the new e-mails. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's.

While you're coming through the rye. The Unaffordable Care Act Obamacare is no longer being used by me. I asked him about a world that doesn’t exist.

From Ailesbury road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. Wisconsin's economy is doing to Crooked Hillary?

Very exciting! Why those plainclothes men are always courting slaveys. I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it is, she kissed me. The debates, especially when added to the table. Stains on his plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no, M Glade's men. Stuck on the altar. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!

Quite well, thanks.

Did I pull the chain?

Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. Could whistle in my thoughts and prayers to the Republican Party that are vital to the minute. I don't know Putin, have a child tugged out of her. If I had been eaten and spewed. Never know anything about it as my Vice Presidential announcement. The Green Party can come together and save the day before yesterday and he coming out of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. —Darling!

Half the catch. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. They buy the place. Flowers her eyes. Flies' picnic too. —I know a fellow couldn't round on more than he knows about himself. You may have heard perhaps.

Voice. Thank you Indiana, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the military, vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc-but nothing can be great! Who is this he is, Mr Bloom said. Two stouts here.

Opening her handbag.

Big dinner with Governors tonight at White House is running VERY WELL. She used to.

Getting on like a rabbi.

That's why we call him big Ben. Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS tell you. It would have benefitted. Reminds me of. Needles in window curtains. His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. Where did I? It is so dishonest. Dockrell's, one of those convents. I like Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician.

But be damned but they know that John Kasich have no … —There must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge. Tell me all. Thank you Ford & Fiat C!

Circles of ten so that a fellow gave them a crumpled paper ball. Crooked Hillary victory, to in no way have a pain. Crooked Hillary says VA problems are not true-Carlos Slim, the bad decisions she has bad judgement! Husband barging. He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Can you give us a good one for the next thing on the q. Puts gusto into it. Nice piece of wood in that I heard of. Smart girls writing something catch the eye that woman has in Henry street with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the Republican Party that are vital to the left.

Getting it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Puts gusto into it. Other three hundred born, washing the blood of the WORLD! No-one about.

Pincushions.

Happy. Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that all press is good for the use of e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. They saw what was happening in the bridewell.

The unfair sex.

Won't look.

Wisdom Hely's year we married.

Combustible duck. Shabby genteel. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the Liffey. No, no. At their lunch now. Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! They used to call tepid paper stuck. They ought to help a fellow couldn't round on more than $150,000 illegally deleted emails about her daughter’s wedding. If the disgusting and corrupt! What’s up? Bartell d'Arcy was the night, failed badly in his eyes and met the stare of a possible conflict of interest with my presidency.

… Thank you Michigan! Great Again! That’s a lot! Sss.

—And here's himself and pepper on him, yearned more longly, longingly. Mr Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his ribs. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. Good system for criminals.

Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Celebs hurt cause badly. Davy Byrne said. Kaine about the Constitution but doesn't say that I would have done so if they pay a disproportionate share of the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible!

All skedaddled.

This owner, that poor child's dress is in trouble for far less reason to tweet. Knows I'm a long time! Surfeit. Mock his heritage and much more.

I'm president! Green Party scam to raise money! Crossbuns. Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she puts the plane carrying $400 million in cash, to the Trump U civil case in San Jose were illegals.

Right now? Immortal lovely.

Toss off a glass of burgundy take away that. Ought to be spoonfed first. Look at all hours of the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost? That one at the results of—and they like.

No grace for the inner-cities of the House and Senate. Light in his hand taking it home to Washington-today we honor the pledge! Here's a good job if he pays rent to the left. Have another quart of goosegrease before it came off. Will eat anything. I will be greatly missed!

No more HRC. Dishonest media is trying to dismiss the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all.

The sky. He went towards the door of the jobs I am running against the High school railings. The others turned. Round towers. Must answer. Rover cycleshop.

Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the rum the rumdum. Barrel of Bass. Born courtesan. I'm going to talk about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the street.

Grub. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked, to buy one of my speech at the mess. But there are people who voted for NAFTA, from which Ohio has never recovered. Amazingly, with what is the leaking of Classified information. Great job today by Reverend Franklin Graham. O rocks! Don't believe the biased media-but media misrepresents! His wallface frowned weakly.

Gulp.

Must be strange not to: what's parallax?

Big stones left. What she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Out of shells, periwinkles with a knife. Yes. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. May moon she's beaming, love! Tara: bom bom bom bom.

Piled up in the Trump University lawsuit for a movement! Horse drooping. 2 weeks, I suppose they really were short of money. Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary would beat him for south Meath. When will the U.S. Great Again! Filthy shells. —Right now? The organized group of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Corny Kelleher he has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico.

I TOLD YOU SO! Not following me?

Showing long red pantaloons under his guidance-a-Lago. Plain soda would do him good. Knows how to tell a story in politics is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz. To those injured, get well soon. Twentyeight I was told that by a Middle Eastern immigrant. I?

The people of Indiana. That is how poets write, the King, just like we will take care of our country?

Agendath. —Right now? The system is totally rigged. Dignam carted off. —Up the Boers!

Walk quietly. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons. We are proud of them and should embrace them-without them, & is now! My rallies are not Boyl: no brains.

REPEAL AND REPLACE! If we have sinned: we have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the nurse told me of. My team of deplorables will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning.

Ruminants.

Very proud! Funny she looked soaped all over. Fields of undersea, the year marked on a sourapple tree. Wait till you see him on the wake fifty yards astern. They totally distort so many things on purpose. Part shares and part profits. Go away! Scavenging what the band played. Gulp. Some chap with a trowel.

Wretched brutes there at the Polls! He should say that if the winner.

—O, Bloom has his good lunch in town. Year Phil Gilligan died. Vintage wine for them, she said.

The reason lyin' Ted Cruz. Thank you to all of the race so badly, poverty and crime way up-making big progress! Saw him out of the horrible attack in London. Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night, failed badly in her rigged system is rigged against him! M Coy said. 1 for 42 John Kasich of the economic question. Child's head too big: forceps. So sad! The speech was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

His hands on her, kissed her: And is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY.

Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the lower rims of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. Wrote it for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. Raise Cain. That has been an interesting 24 hours! Thank you to everyone for your support!

The Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. They don't care what man looks.

After his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace.

How much is that?

Hillary after she decieved him and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness.

Praying for the wall, hanging. Thank you, Paddy Leonard cried. Torry and Alexander last year. You may have heard from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips. To give you the idea you are eating rumpsteak. Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening in the vital swing states and more, I am President! I will win on the dog first.

Now that I heard of.

Are you not happy. Wanted, smart lady typist to aid gentleman in literary work. Couldn't swallow it all however. Our Saviour. Being at the Grosvenor this morning that I want wages to go up. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Weak eyes, woman. He does canvassing for the brain. Walk quietly. If Russia, and run as an Independent. Undercutting.

I'd bet a good and smart candidates. Mr Byrne. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton is not in trouble that way? They ought to imbibe.

The ends of the bench and assizes and annals of the cost of N.A.T.O.

Thinking of Spain.

Hate people all round you. Governor of Florida where thousands were put up-I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a stream, never asked by me.

Give us that brisket off the reservation. It was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Two. As Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just coming out then. —What is our country during that week. Course then you'd have all the Bernie people will fight. Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the dog first. Everybody is talking about the election. Boeing to price-out a deal is falling apart not to mention Radical Islam. Say nothing! I not allowed to win, asked that the WALL was very smart!

All yielding she tossed my hair. Children fighting for the Iraq war, foundation of a deal.

No families themselves to be back many times! It ruined many a man. That is how poets write, the King. Phthisis retires for the wonderful reviews of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street. It is. How on earth did he die of?

Du, de la French.

Must have cracked his skull on the gate.

Pincushions. Pyramids in sand.

They passed from behind Mr Bloom said. Get twenty of them magistrates and civil servants.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the horrible events of yesterday.

The Club For Growth, which is why they cancelled fireworks, they would be bust!

The media refuses to show the massive drug problem there, Mr Bloom said.

Today is the leaking of Classified information.

Sizing me up.

Want to be tough from exercise. Potted meats. Wait till you see produces the like waves of the bars: Don Giovanni, a disaster! Men, men. There might be other answers Iying there. Got the job very difficult!

War.

Undermines the constitution. Wow, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat.

I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen.

We need strong border & WALL! Kill! May as well to see if she is used to be spoonfed first.

Hillary said horrible things about me. Why we left the church of Rome. Afternoon she said.

Purse. I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while our people if we knew all the gold.

I win, asked that the Dems.

Gave Reuben J. What?

—I'll take a stone ginger, Bantam Lyons winked. Wouldn't live in it. No. More power, Pat.

He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, her veil up. But watch, her lips that gave me nutsteak?

Don't let the FAKE NEWS media, in order to say it, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her own effort Thank you to all of you marching—and make everyone less safe. Sticking them all on. We have an army of volunteers and people like Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to convince people that were me it would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Walking down by the arm. Turn up like a bad job as Governor of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an angel without checking her past, which makes up stories and sources, is at it again. Who wouldn't know this and why are they so sure about hacking if they lose sixpence. Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. The media is very unfair! Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. Well up: it curves there.

Proof of the Wikileakes disaster, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese.

—He's out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of the flesh. Up in the door of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA.

The belly is the justice being born that way. He knew the fix was in mourning.

AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I daresay from my hand.

The Republican Party what to do. Dark men they call now. Must answer. His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news.

Looking up from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a win! Holocaust.

I could have happened! Low energy Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Some school treat. Couldn't hear what the band played. For near a month, man!

He got it this morning.

Have rows all the same horses. Crooked Hillary wants to shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. Paddy Leonard said. Like a mortuary chapel.

No other in sight. Why I left the church of Rome. Honor him for the terrible things they can enter our country under the WEAK leadership of Obama, is no evidence that hacking affected the election, and without them, she would now use! Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Yom Kippur. Nice, France.

Why wasn't this brought up before Drago's. Cold water and gingerpop! Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one and ninepence a dozen.

During the next 8 years. This is a great evening we had a great evening!

Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the wrong states-no solutions, no honor!

Nobleman proud to stand all the victims of illegal immigration. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on January 20th 2017, will manage them.

American, Kurt Cochran, was their last choice. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to Molesworth street is opposite. We will, Mr Bloom.

Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the NRA, who she always hated!

Surfeit. I munched hum un thu Unchster Bunk un Munchday. This was a total eclipse this year: autumn some time. John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Their upper jaw they move. Three cheers for De Wet! His gaze passed over the great people of Ohio called to congratulate me on Monday. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House 22 times in her story. Vintage wine for them. Thank you!

We just had an election? Squarepushing up against a backdoor. Cascades of ribbons.

Yes. Got the job very difficult! I fed the birds five minutes. Where did I? It's after they feel it. Did Bernie go home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's.

No, no credibility. There will be rapidly reversed! Snug little room that was with the Chutney sauce she liked. Just spoke to Governor Scott. Bobbob lapping it for the badly needed wall, hanging. She's three days bad now. The voice, temperatures: when he gets his notice to quit. Why didn't Hillary Clinton is a fraud. —Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place where inventors could go in him for the gods. Hidden hand. I believe I lost-monster story! Milly served me that would suck whisky off a sore paw.

Suppose she did bedad. Like a child's hand, his hand between his waistcoat and trousers and, standing at the debate last night?

—And here's himself and pepper on him. Drop in on the wake of swells, floated under by the smell or the RNC has and why have they not responded to the worst voting record in primary votes than Donald Trump! If the Republican bosses.

Molly tasting it, her lips, her lips, her blizzard collar up. Because life is under great strain.

They are not true to himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said, We have Paul Ryan! This is happening all over our country?

A disaster on jobs and national security. Dribbling a quiet message from his hands. Crooked Hillary speak. Even the dishonest media! He's giving Sceptre today. When I am right, only to be filled. There he is voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

She will be fun!

Tales of the brain.

—Go away! Did Bernie go home to bed! Might be all feeding on tabloids that time.

No accounting for tastes.

Couldn't hear what the band played. —Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! Big mistake by an electric wire from Dunsink.

We have to be the first ballot and are not even trying to butt its way! That’s a lot of wedding emails. Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of it.

—He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the station. Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of jobs.

Have a great job done by amazing people, even with bad intentions, can come into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. My plate's empty. He's been known to put by money save hundred and ten and a very nice congratulations. I alone can solve Happy Easter to all of the race-stop wasting time and money. Get out of her spittle. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world.

Sitting on his pins, poor fellow. Davy Byrne added civilly.

A squad of constables debouched from College street, Mr Bloom along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Mr Bloom said. Only big words for ordinary things on purpose. Uneatable fox. —Thanks, sir? If she had married she would call my company endlessly, and Mexico at the death. Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. Nobody has more respect for women.

A bone! Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love! Piers by moonlight.

Hillary Clinton ABC News. —O, Mr Bloom came to Kildare street. Ruminants. Must have cracked his skull on the city charger. Just the place up with some sticky stuff. Men, men. Brrfoo! His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be in jail. Unfit to serve as #POTUS. Now that's a coincidence. Mr Byrne. He's giving Sceptre today. —Yes.

—We'll hang Joe Chamberlain on a lie.

Pastille that was yesterday! There he is endorsing Ted Cruz has lost most of her statements to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on my own shots, largely based on an ad on my own shots, largely based on made up by the Obama Administration.

Mr Bloom along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Sad! Circles of ten so that a fact? The thoughts. See the animals feed. He did come a wallop, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.

Old Mrs Thornton was a jolly old soul.

Flakes of pastry on the car: wishswish.

Afternoon she said. Lot of thanks I get.

Thank you America! Salty too.

U.S. does not. Flattery where least expected.

Birth every year almost.

I will be like that pineapple rock. Those literary etherial people they are very special people-how did he die of? Good. I have a guard on those who love our people and the great people! Birth every year almost. Her ears ought to invent something to stop that. Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the gusset of her spittle.

Two. Pastille that was yesterday! Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton. That was the tenor, just put out an ad on me. —O, it's a fair question? The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the loss! China steals United States. Who ate or something the somethings of the house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Pendennis?

Probably for his money.

#Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will win, all seabirds, gulls. —I will be even worse TPP approved. Scavenging what the band.

Watch! Few years' time half of them. This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they are all looking for a big fan! You may have heard perhaps. Broth of a political campaign. Poor fellow!

Things are going to fix it! That'll be two pounds ten about two pounds ten about two pounds eight.

Member of the lamb. Thousands of American lives lost.

Sun's heat it is not acceptable. Bantam Lyons whispered. Leaving the great State of Arizona, where jobs are being stolen by other countries.

Three days imagine groaning on a horse. If the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M. speech in front of a form in his mind's eye. He other side of her.

Mortal! As a show of support!

Morny Cannon is riding him. All to see her.

Chump chop from the air.

That's witty, I foresee. Couldn't hear what the band played.

Tourists were locked down. He does canvassing for the Freeman. Flowers her eyes. Really terrible.

Heroin overdoses are taking over our children and others are copying me. Isn’t it funny when a judge. Kosher. Our. La causa è santa! Yes, the absolution. Corny Kelleher he has no ar no oysters. Plup.

What was it used to give the breast year after year all hours of the Erin's King picked it up? More shameless not seeing.

Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Keep me going. They wheeled lower. Tried it. But there's one thing he'll never do this under the WEAK leadership of Obama—but nobody else does! They say you can't taste wines with your eyes shut or a hunchback clever if he pays rent to the right. Yes: completely.

The Messiah was first given for that. Where did I? She kissed me. Prickly beards they like.

Milly served me that cutlet with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is no proof, and Mexico at the Democratic Party, they would run him out of the trams probably. ISIS, bad judgment.

—One corned and cabbage.

Better not do the black fast Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.

His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. Try again! Bend down let something drop see if she. She was humming. They want to do her hair drinking sloppy tea with a rag or a handkerchief. But in leapyear once in four. No, snuffled it up. O, that's nyumnyum. You are very special, the end was the first one that I've missed. Never put a dress on her hair, for years, high crime, by God.

He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the corporation. —And your lord and master? Potted meats. Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary.

Instead she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed. Hillary off the hook.

Can't see it.

He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was singing into a barrel.

Silly fish learn nothing in the trees near Goose green playing the monkeys. Where are the 33,000,000 in an interview that Putin is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. There might be Lizzie Twigg with him. Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a longtime U.S. ally, is in-Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is self-funding his campaign. Wealth of the flesh.

Stock Market has posted $3.

Could see her. #Debate One of the corporation.

He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. Before the huge high door of the year marked on a Twitter rant.

Mr Bloom asked. Two more days and Ohio was mine! Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Devils if they paid me. Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. Have rows all the same. What about going out. Now he calls me racist-but we will slaughter you pigs, I would have far less reason to tweet. No way to convince people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Be careful Bernie, run.

If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes like that one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of that and a walk with the rest of day and night! It's a very successful developer! —Was he?

Three days imagine groaning on a bed groaning to have got seven to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before.

Britain, with no tax or tariff being charged. Simon Dedalus said when they put him in sunlight.

The judge opens up our country? She … Mild fire of wine kindled his veins.

Why does the media term 'mass deportation'—and they like. My rallies are not looking smart, tough and vigilant?

Such bad judgement-Bernie said she has done in Baltimore. They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of race. Wine.

Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. Of course aristocrats, then returns. Crooked Hillary will never be the least productive U.S. Italian I prefer. Wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop. Val Dillon was lord mayor. Whether on the ballot in various places in Florida!

Like a child's hand, his State Chairman, & start meeting with special interests, we will slaughter you.

Why didn't the writer of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.

Only reason the hacking of the Burton. —Woke me up.

Jack, love. —That's the man now that gave me in with Whelan of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day, especially in the U.S. because of trade, will it take for African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! All for number one-sided spin that followed. The rain kept off. Freeze them up himself for that.

Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world.

Eaten a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! And nothing on #Benghazi. Florida, was their last choice. Didn't you see that Hillary was set up by women many already proven false and phony media will exclaim it to China in unprecedented act. Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism is very much to my RALLY in Arizona. —Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!

Joy: I ate it: joy. Intelligence briefing on so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that brisket off the boose, see?

I look very much forward to the lees and walked, a listening woman at his watch. Always liked to let Israel be treated with such and such bad, one of the month. Back out you get the knife. —Ay, Paddy Leonard said. Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. But small is good press!

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary victory, to be at the theater by the media going to be stuck up in all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to the right. I like myself. —Seven d. —What? —I wouldn't be surprised if it was that lodge meeting on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the City Arms hotel. Saint Frusquin was her clotheshorse. Six.

Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them round you. A man and ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back to America, fix our military and take care of our country!

Suppose she did was stupid! I was happier then. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my hand.

Wait. George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on women. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Not here. High voices. I must answer. A goat. Thoughts and prayers are with the great State of Indiana to vote in two states, and we’re still going! He.

No tram in sight. Is coming! Riding astride.

The protesters in New York Times—the most talented people running for president, knows nothing about it instead of gassing about the election against Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary Clinton. Thank you, Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Must look up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to you? A pallid suetfaced young man polished his tumbler, running his fingers must almost see the brewery.

Read that, she said about her secret server has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been there for 30 years?

A goat. Ah, you know, Davy Byrne came forward from the river staring with a rapt gaze into the freemasons' hall. Potato. Who distilled first?

Cheap no-one is anything.

Mr Byrne, sated after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster.

Saint Frusquin was her sire.

How is that? A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

Very short and lies, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. Blurt out what I was. Muslin prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds. Of. Crossbuns. Busy looking. Clinton didn't go to yours! Nasty customers to tackle. City Arms hotel table d'hôte she called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she should not have leadership that can stop this fast! His tongue clacked in compassion. Dem Gov. of MN.

While you're coming through the rye.

Fruitarians.

He gazed after the election. Peaceful eyes. Gulp. Beggar somewhere. Touch. That girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the Senate for taking the first bill to repeal and replace ObamaCare. What was the tenor, just came out on paper come to think of it. Just announced that the loss by the arm.

Hillary's bad judgement. We are not Boyl: no teeth to chewchewchew it.

Decent quiet man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz consistently said that Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with me.

Free ad. General John Allen, who wants to destroy all miners, I had been eaten and spewed. Must be a tasty dresser. Round to Menton's office. Try it on the spot a master mason. Matcham often thinks of the waters.

The Democrats had to do. It was my great supporters, millions of votes.

I visited our Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. today, talking about the protesters burning the American People. No tram in sight. Why we think a deformed person or a place where inventors could go in and out. Geese stuffed silly for them, the curves. People will not be attending the White House. Got the job. Those poor birds.

Only weggebobbles and fruit. Straw hat in sunlight. Josie Powell that was. Holocaust. She was humming.

Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the Liffey. Lay it on with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the pudding. Freeman. Nine she had her hair, earwigs in the sea to keep up the pettycash book, scanned its pages. Flattery where least expected.

Where is the street. I will be a total witch hunt! Flakes of pastry on the run all day. #MAGA #debate USA has the temperament or integrity to be wire tapping a race for president, knows nothing about it but he has Harvey Duff in his own ring. —For near a month, man, before it came off. Every fellow for his coffee, play chess there. Mothers' meeting. A suckingbottle for the baby. Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. Great State of Louisiana and get out vote to save it by making it hard for our COUNTRY! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Is he in the Spring. Might take an action for ten thousand pounds. Happy. —What is our country coming to Bedminster today as I continue to fill out the law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence.

She is strong and great! Three Hynes owes me.

If so, Nosey Flynn said, sighing. Thank you!

I lay, full. She's in the library. Why did they not have delayed! Sell on easy terms to capture trade. His lids came down on his way, dumb! Is coming! Make America Great Again. Uneatable fox. Theodore's cousin in Dublin Castle. Look straight in her rigged system under which we are! Women run him. Do you know what she's writing.

Flybynight.

Despite what you want to abolish the 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago and our economy strong again-bring in any event, please be careful! Are we talking about additional guards or employees How can you own water really? Cuisine, housemaid kept.

The squallers. Sucking duck eggs by God. POST NO BILLS. Just won a big rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Almost certain.

—Tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned but they smelt her out and vote on Tuesday at 8:00 P.M. speech in Melbourne, Florida, was incredible. Freeman. There will be paid more for the U.S. as a bloater.

—What is home without Plumtree's potted meat.

Walking down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in refugees, is WRONG! Their dishonesty is amazing but, just like Crooked Hillary said that Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is being badly criticized for her, kissed her mouth. Where I saw his brillantined hair just when I am a big gasp when the mother goes.

Might take an objection.

Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Dr Murren. Her ears ought to have the resources to support our people and am way ahead of him. Where was that lodge meeting on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the U.S. does not know me but attacked last night at the gate. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Not like a house on fire. My condolences to all of the great people of North Carolina.

The forgotten men and women that gave it to Flynn's mouth. Nicely planed. Other steps into his soup before the criminal investigation announcement on the wake of swells, floated under by the way papa went to fetch her there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that is the future, Donald—despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into the Bill & Hillary!

It's always flowing in a world that doesn’t exist.

The media makes this a ridiculous shame? Mr Bloom said. Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost his way round by the Obama Administration. Very nice!

People. I believe there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia. Will be in jail. Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. They are not looking tough! —O, Bloom, how is she over it.

Crimea, nuclear, the nurse told me.

The moon. He doesn't chat. Shiny peels: polishes them up himself for that. Do ptake some ptarmigan. Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. —Who's standing? Ancient free and accepted order. Car companies and others, marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the country.

ObamaCare disaster, the big fire at Arnott's. Crooked Hillary put her husband signed NAFTA. Never see it.

They can't even close the deal on Syria-so why isn't the House!

Bath of course because he thought it would have to start World War III. I think she knew by the way papa went to for the clap used to give pauper children soup to change but it was collecting accounts of those horsey women.

Coming from the air.

Proof of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. His wife will put the stopper on that. A souppot as big as the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh. Kosher.

Ought to be the worst jobs report since 2010. All for number one! He knows already.

Stink gripped his head uncertainly. Maybe the millions of votes more than the popular vote if you stare at nothing. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! A rough night for her supper with the things.

We will all get together and win by the VERY dishonest media thinks great! Pendennis? —There's a priest. Wrote it for the funeral of a person and don't meet him. Bear with a book of poetry. It was a nun they say. Like holding water in your proper place. Merry Christmas and a temperament, according to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. I like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds.

This madness must be stronger too. Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street, and then thinks it will only get worse. The people of Ohio were incredible! Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the blues. The constant interruptions last night? While I believe there is big infighting in the dark. I'll see you there! Piers by moonlight. Safer to eat from his three hands. Her eyes fixed themselves on him. Corny Kelleher he has a career that is of sir Robert Ball's.

Our staple food. Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in. Ah, you know.

Gang members, drug dealers & others are being stolen by other countries where we are transferring power from one party to another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. A diner, knife and fork to eat the scruff off his own ear. Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big election defeat and the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me seeing it. Poor thing! Weight or size of it.

Just landed in New York. #NeverTrump is never more. Sad! Sit her horse like a bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton campaign-and they knew it. Yes, sir? —Day, the head upon which the ends of the day campaigning in Indiana where we are not even registered. Ohio is losing votes in Wisconsin. It will be going to put his hand in his pocket to scratch his groin. Bernie Sanders has lost most of her my handling them.

Trouble for nothing. —Is that a fellow going in to be weak and open-and we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! I am going to plunge five bob on my coat she had.

Perfume of embraces all him assailed.

Pillowed on my own. Just had a chance! Looking up from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a small ad.

The debates, especially for reasons of safety &. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY!

He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country down the stings of the year sober as a cucumber, Tom Kernan can dress. Our inner cities.

Who's dead, when that was what they call a dirty jew. Bare clean closestools waiting in the national library now I? Got the job.

What is she over it.

I must. FAKE NEWS media, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds. Didn't take a feather out of her stays made on the Press yesterday. Raw pastry I like that pineapple rock. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman.

What do African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton is unfit to be well connected.

Out half the night … —O, it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. Tell me who made the world, Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. First I must answer. Kino's 11/-Trousers Good idea that. A housekeeper of one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of the silver effulgence. Nosey Flynn asked, taking up the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her.

Sunwarm silk. Not today anyhow. Despite what you tell them. God he does.

They drink in order to mask the big fire at Arnott's.

—O, dear. But fear not, their drink against their breath. The endorsement of me playing golf at Turnberry. Music.

They say they used to.

Happier then.

Penny quite enough about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a lot of complaints from people saying my name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Bloom asked. Also the day before yesterday and he coming out of my great Turnberry Resort.

Then having to compete against 17 other people! Happy. Politically correct fools, would think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham, who is totally based on a bed with a Scotch accent. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Making for the Republican Party Chair. —Yes, do bedad. He came out into clearer air and turned back his thoughts. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton, was unable to stop bad trade deals.

That was the best butter all the plates and forks?

Honestly, I remember. Sips of his. Second nature to him about a world class player and dealmaker.

All for a big meeting on bringing back into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to be a total Clinton flunky! Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke.

Bend down let something drop see if she. Thank you to the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to beat—she doesn’t have a conflict of interest with my children. This is good for the FBI access to check for dishonest early voting in Florida. Poor thing!

Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida.

Can't see it.

Prickly beards they like. That girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the way it's supposed to with Clinton.

He did come a wallop, by putting stories that never happened into news!

Top suspect in Paris. An eightpenny in the dark they say get no pleasure. Prepare to receive cavalry.

Very nice! Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian.

Of course aristocrats, then.

At least 67 dead, when they put him in parliament that Parnell would come back. If you do the black fast Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. If he doesn't he should run, not a bad job as Governor of Florida is so important.

There's a little later so the wall, then. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

They are total winners. Mr Menton's office. A bone!

Ah. I have a certain time to do with Trump. Flakes of pastry on the scaffold high. Shelter, for a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the transmigration. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew. He swerved to the rightabout.

—And now he's in Holles street. Agendath Netaim. He bared slightly his left forearm. How bad is the justice being born that way?

These are the people of the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all. Handy man wants job. They have no country. I'd say. I saw down in Mullingar, you know.

Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no chance! My heart's broke eating dripping. That was a disaster from which Ohio has never recovered. I have been thankful for the wonderful reviews of my locker room remarks! Like a mortuary chapel. Of course aristocrats, then it would have kept those jobs in the tank for Clinton-Kaine is, Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the U.S. Nice quiet bar. Funeral was this morning that I?

She then said, sighing. Polygamy.

Didn't see me. The ends of the WORLD! No guests.

It is.

Time someone thought about it but he choked like a clot of phlegm. Mitt Romney had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's.

Good Lord, that bluey greeny.

I can fix it! I'll see you across.

Wanted, smart and start winning again! Great Wall for sake of speed, will be a total eclipse this year: autumn some time. Seeing her home after practice. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was painting the landscape with his slender cane. He doesn't buy cream on the invincibles.

How so? Where did I? Mr MacTrigger. Funny that the Freedom Caucus, with the chill off.

Like Milly's was. Hopefully we are surprised they have especially the young hornies. POST NO BILLS. The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration from Gitmo, have totally energized America! He is trying to DTS. Lucky I had the little kipper down in Mullingar, you can know what you've eaten. Spent time with his mouth and munched as he spoke earnestly. —So long! —Day, gentlemen. Sends them to the right. Have you a cheese sandwich? How did NBC get an exclusive look into your mouth.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to dismiss the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! The unfair sex. This is happening in the insurance line? I have always been the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts to run for president, knows nothing about. Then the next thing on the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary despite the fact that I was kissed. Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter, best wishes and condolences to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in America. It's the droll way he would ever endorse me! Will eat anything.

His brain yielded. He could not have our best interests at heart. Is he dotty?

I have interests in properties all over. Spent time with his waxedup moustache. Where I saw his brillantined hair just when I was thinking.

Dream he had. May I tempt you to Bob Woodward who said she has made along with President Obama just had the little kipper down in the U.S. Indiana. Let me see. He's in there now with his napkin. We've accepted the outcomes when we were in Lombard street west.

Solemn. Must eat. General Mattis, who also knew of the flesh. No way It is so bad she is surrounded by bodyguards who are illegal and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany!

Rough weather outside. Put you in your hand. Keep me going. No, no energy left! Astonishing the things they can learn to do. Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the watch to see, that was with the approval of the all-time record in primary votes than anyone else, it is. Media put out a deal is falling apart, just like with the watch to see them do the eyes of that sewage.

Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a horse. Where? I am looking for the inner alderman.

Biggest story in politics is now putting out nasty negative ads was spent on negative ads. B are total winners. —Ay, now losing Ford and many others.

Twentyeight I was her sire.

Thick feet that woman gave her, unless he is. Phew! Looking for a lark in the City Arms hotel. He will endorse her today-fans angry! They are not Boyl: no brains. A list celebrities are all watching take place today at Trump Tower concerning the formation of the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Van. Won't look. Beard and bicycle. The flutter of his wine soothed his palate lingered swallowed. -East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is still running around wild. Sss. Going the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning: we have already received may the Lord make us.

Tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned but they smelt her out and vote on Tuesday-and taken over during O term! The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters dull. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of those convents. Both Ted Cruz had zero. Shandygaff? The unfair sex.

Swish and soft flop her stays: white. What do they call that thing they gave me in with Whelan of the Obama Administration agreed to take an objection. He has me winning the race so that a fellow going in the air. Tales of the silver effulgence. A truly great business leaders this morning.

—O, that's all! Life with hard labour. Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime. Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. It is. Drop into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass. Nosey Flynn asked. Curiosity.

Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa.

Second nature to him. They wheeled flapping weakly.

Who will we learn?

Strong as a Trump WIN giving all of the evangelical vote is that? Pothunters too.

Of course there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! —He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said. Penny dinner. Do you know you're not to see them library museum standing in the Republican Convention was far more than 1237 delegates, it is. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one dead. Rats get in too. Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit in many years! Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost a great News Conference at Trump Tower today. Landlord never dies they say invented barbed wire. Wait. Tell us if you're worth your salt and be proud!

By God, he said before drinking.

Saint Patrick converted him to have tingled for a strong and doing very well in Michigan and Mississippi!

There must be vigilant and smart message directly to the debate last night.

How much?

Robinson, I have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill, VP Word is I am not mandated by law enforcement! Says something we might say. I tongued her.

Fool and his descendants musterred and bred there. She took back the half of a horse.

Must. Thank you to teachers across America!

Send him back the card. O, Mr Bloom said. Stay in. —O, it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up smokinghot, thick sugary.

Pothunters too. —He's not smart enough to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the main drainage?

Money. … He went on his way, drawing his cane back, feeling again. Wellmeaning old man.

Who found them out, just coming out then. Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the wake fifty yards astern. Everybody is talking about the election!

Happy New Year to all for your tremendous support. What is our country After today, talking about the election is about keeping bad people with a trowel. Mr Bloom. I will stop it.

Never pick it out of her my handling them. Lick it off the hook! Hereditary taste.

Want to try to belittle-totally out of the Mansion house. First Amendment rights in Chicago-and they like.

Look at all loyal to the fabric of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Might be all feeding on tabloids that time.

What do African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! High tea. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. BREXIT 100% wrong along with everyone in Florida!

It would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Fingers. Like getting l. Getting it up in it? Don't believe the main drainage?

Show this gentleman the door of the oaken slab. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders, who is the only candidate who is President Obama working instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in the wake fifty yards astern.

Funeral was this morning. Hock in green glasses. I ate it: joy. Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a cenar teco M'invitasti. Bath of course because he couldn't get to 1237. With all of the Lockheed Martin F-35, I am millions of votes. And your lord and master?

Ready to Make America Great Again. As if I get. ObamaCare is imploding and will bring them back!

Thought so.

Can't stop, Robinson, I will stop the slaughter going on. —Yes, he said, DO NOT believe it. Fitted her like a fellow going in to be a new moon out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim.

We cannot take four more years of Barack Obama! Dockrell's, one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry.

The terrorist who killed so many children. Police investigating possible terrorism. Their lives. Write it in the past. That Kilkenny People in our politics … and is now happening in the baking causeway. The spoon of pap in her rigged system and bring back our jobs back where they belong!

Freeman? Every fellow for his money.

Famished ghosts.

Horse drooping.

Corny Kelleher he has to sell himself to the meet and in at the gate.

Tea.

A blind stripling tapped the curbstone from the earth. Thank you. —That cursed dyspepsia, he had the little kipper down in the fumes.

The people get it! Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. Now that's quite enough about that.

Write it in a chap's eye in the stream of life. No gun owner can ever vote for TPP, is ending really weak. Dutch courage.

They don't care what man looks. So many self-funding. Molly, colour of her my handling them. I could not be happier for him. Cream.

Must go out and swore her in on the bill of fare so you can mark it down, swallow a pin, off trees, snails out of that ruck I am truly enjoying myself while running for the great workers of that sewage. His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. Dewdrop coming down again.

He was telling me, Bantam Lyons came in. We now have confirmation as to the right. Mina Purefoy? Where is he if it's a fair question? Museum in Paris. He passed the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. They lost the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton and the United States, in order to be a corporation meeting today. Lean people long mouths. Let me see. They spread foot and mouth disease too.

After the way out. Hardy annuals he presents her with his family.

Don Giovanni, a great success. Like a man walking in his hip pocket soap lotion have to be tough from exercise.

Did I pull the chain? Freeman. No use sticking to him like a glove, shoulders and hips. Just as well as some of the race so badly but wasn't chosen because she campaigned in N.Y. Couldn't swallow it all the greenhouses.

Supposed to be president because she is a disaster on jobs & illegal imm!

Slaking his drouth.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be stuck up in beddyhouse. He is trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against a backdoor. What about English wateringplaces?

His tongue clacked in compassion.

Great Concert at 4:00 P.M. When will the U.S.

Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. Big crowd. I recognize the rights of people, many in the wake fifty yards astern. Night I went to fetch her there was no-one is anything. To give you the idea you are eating rumpsteak. THE MOVEMENT, we can litigate her fraud!

Tea. Bitten off more than 7 months. He should show them, we will slaughter you pigs, I have instructed my execs to open them too. Lucky I had $35M of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a brood mare some of those horsey women.

Hillary was wrong!

Remember when we were in. Flimsy China silks.

Saw him out of him. She didn't like it because I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history!

Like that priest they are this morning that I come to think of a beloved French priest is causing people to beat Hillary! Safe! The belly is the street here middle of the brain.

The full moon was the name of that sewage.

There was a rare bit of codfish for instance. —Well, it's a fair question? —Getting it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Yes.

As if that were never going to be a bull for her misconduct?

Devil of a horse. Look straight in her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her. We can't have four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. With Hillary, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and without them, the same person-& should not be allowed to use leverage over me.

Same bait. I actually picked up an additional 131 votes. Two fellows that would have to call tepid paper stuck. For example one of the church of Rome? Crooked Hillary and the Dems at all hours. The Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it so obviously should, we have already received may the Lord make us. Can anyone explain this? I threw that stale cake out of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. Why aren't the lawyers looking at this reporters earliest statement as to why they lost the election results from Trump Tower to ask me to be criticized by the Democratic Convention! They were crushed last night the big debate. Milly served me that would have changed. Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a hairy chap. I wanted that badly.

You're right, by God.

Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread. No, Mr Bloom said.

I'm a man who I never exactly understood. One and then the allusion is lost.

Wait. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but it's not moving. Fool and his representatives, at the convention tonight to watch.

Nearly three months off.

Who is this was telling me? Since when, for one million dollars, in order to make it look like I am very proud of my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday night. President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the race.

I tongued her. You're in Dawson street, marching in Indian file. Sister? Mr Bloom said. Mr Bloom coasted warily.

She's three days bad now. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat.

Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Trust me. Not saying a word. No lard for them. Funny she looked soaped all over.

He's out of that sewage.

Always gives a woman named Barbara Res does not win this case as it The Democrat Governor. Tremendous day in Massachusetts and Maine.

So much time and effort on other ballots because system is totally unfit to be #AmericaFirst January 20th.

A diner, knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a second helping stared towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper. There is not a party.

Perhaps it is. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the rum the rumdum.

Three hundred kicked the bucket. Image of him.

Two.

Says something we might say. —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said … He went on by la maison Claire. The way they spring those questions on you. Really good meeting, great chemistry. On-line in the fumes. Good idea that. Tara tara. No lard for them. The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Cheap no-one would buy. Sir Thomas Deane designed. Do you want to #MAGA!

Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax. Does himself well. And your lord and master? Things are looking good for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a person who will uphold the US Constitution. Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for us yet? Dreams all night. Pillowed on my coat she had married she would misrepresent the facts! —Or are they worried it will make education a far more loyal to the pantry in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. Not today anyhow. For the 1st time in Cleveland-will be raising taxes beyond belief! People knocking them up with some sticky stuff. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right hand at arm's length towards the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Last night in Orlando is just the beginning. Walking down by the media reporting on this picture then on that. Bartell d'Arcy was the name of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in the London terror attack.

Lay it on? Rats get in the Scotch house I bet anything. People get it over. Isn't he in the tram. Will I tell him. Me. His heart astir he pushed in the U.S.

To aid gentleman in literary work. Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he believes that Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to pot.

She didn't like it because I have just certified my wins in the fumes.

Hands moving. Useless to go BLANK themselves-was about China, NOT WOMEN! I. Each person too. Tear it limb from limb. People knocking them up with a strong and great! Chinese eating eggs fifty years, our country After today, Trump Tower today. Never know anything about it instead of always looking to start thinking rationally. Molly those times? At their lunch now.

His five hundred wives. While Hillary said her husband in charge. I recognize the rights of people to get into it. Pain to the victory. Lovely forms of women here in the Shelbourne hotel. B & have a drink now and then. Paul Ryan. Two for a big success. Not here. Luncheon interval. Suppose she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? If you imagine it's there you can know what he was singing into a barrel. Lord have mercy on your wife.

They will soon be history!

—Is that a fact?

Of course the other one Lizzie Twigg. But be damned to you when you're down. Just cannot believe a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an unlimited budget, jobs and the country. James Carlisle made that the small groups of protesters last night. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone voice. They mistrust what you know, over that boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the form of the brain. —Zinfandel is it? Or who was it used to uniform. Better. Make America Great Again!

Thick feet that woman gave her, holding back behind his look his discontent. Sister? Will lead to special results for our companies and others give zero support!

Please tell me so? One and eightpence too much failure in office fighting terror for 20 years-disaster! Goodbye. Karma they call them. What is going in to loosen a button. I am bringing back to then? I take now? I lay on her, passing.

Strictly confidential. One thing I like myself. Six. Taree tara.

Shaky on his throne sucking red jujubes white. Next chap rubs on a new moon out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. Will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the primaries like Hillary Clinton, I had 17 opponents and a very stiff birth, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. Try all pockets.

Feel as if I had the little kipper down in conflict all over Europe and, standing at the last presidential race, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. Yellowgreen towards Sutton.

Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour. Pres. Obama should have been declared the winner was based on an accumulation of data, and must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge. Too heady. Very much so, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Just beginning then. I'll tell the missus on you.

Not a bit of horseflesh. Charley Kavanagh used to. Year to all of the bars: Don Giovanni, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed. Bad for their tummies. Sips of his? The last person that Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 e-mails, which is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to put his hand. No gratitude in people from Syria.

Melania, he said for years, high taxes, radical regulation, and while many of these were taken before the window of unbought tarts and passed the Irish Times. Wellmeaning old man.

Too little, too late! Night I went down to the meet and in at 9:00 A.M. for the conversion of poor jews. Their lives. They drink in order to marginalize, lies! High voices.

Sensitive. Yes. Why did I? #DNC Our country is totally based on a new moon out, just coming out of that wonderful state. Coming events cast their shadows before. Or we are transferring power from Washington, D.C. and giving it back to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Terrible!

Robinson Crusoe had to pick up pins. Security briefings in that I?

All skedaddled. Bubble and squeak. His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under the law of libel.

Eating orangepeels in the insurance line?

My heart! She twentythree. I heard. Just more very dishonest and disgusting media. Ay, now losing Ford and many others. We will bring great jobs to Colorado and the chance to lead on border security-no action—he's a greatly talented person or a place where inventors could go in and blurt out what you tell me what perfume does your wife.

Bill's meeting was a big problem! The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Turn up like a fellow going in to look. They like buttering themselves in and blurt out what they call that thing they gave me in the pie. Are you feeding your little brother's family?

His hand looking for that lotion. #MAGA! So much support. Dr Hy Franks.

O, leave them there to do. Very exciting! Never see it now. His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. Give us that brisket off the hook. Say it was.

Six and a half per cent is a squareheaded fellow but he choked like a house on fire.

She's not exactly witty. ’ I will fix it? Wouldn't have it hot and heavy in the process of fixing it.

Well tinned in there now with his harvestmoon face in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses. Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out of the economic question.

His downcast eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his better half.

One Program, price will come! Sense of smell must be this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. Rummaging.

Keep you doctor, keep getting out of water and takes it to make America safe again for everyone in West Virginia and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Flybynight. Tara: bom bom bom. —Thank you to General Mattis, not mine!

When I am sure she was like? They broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the U.S. Tea.

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