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degreekapi · 1 month ago

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NAYAKI

“Ranga?! Ranga!” Murthy looked irritated as he walked into the dingy kitchen. Ranga quickly stuffed the book she had been reading into the rice tin, & turned around. “Look what I bought for you,” said Murthy.

Ranga dutifully opened the paper-wrapped package that he thrust at her. A beautiful sari in green, his favourite colour. Once, she would have petulantly asked him why he couldn’t get her the MS blue shade she liked. Now she only smiled, widening her lips to the right length. Pleased with himself, Murthy said “I knew you would like it. Look at the heavy gold borders! Never seen anything like this before in your mother’s house, I bet.”

Ranga barely registered his taunt. She had heard it a thousand times before. “Where did he get the money for this?” she wondered, as she put away the sari in the teak wood bureau, the only piece of good furniture they had.

Murthy was out of work. Again. People couldn’t understand his genius, he said. She listened quietly, as she had done so often before. After all, what did she know of such things? The kitchen was her strength. Ranga sold idlis and kept their bones together until Murthy found another job. She often wished that her father had let her study beyond high school. She had dreamt of working in a bank. Dressed in a crisp cotton sari, solemnly counting out fresh notes and shiny coins as the admiring crowd waited patiently in queue. The hand that is made for the ladle, what will it do with books, her father guffawed whenever she had broached the topic. Her husband thought it was a good joke.

After marriage, Ranga had quickly learned how to stretch every paisa, and squeeze out morsels of food from near-empty vessels. The previous year, Murthy had finally secured a good job with Mysore Lamps. He was in charge of the design department, and proudly told Ranga that his bulbs lit up even the Taj Mahal in Agra.

“Can we go and see?!” she had asked, not quite believing it when Murthy nodded a yes. Ranga had spent a blissful few weeks planning her first-ever holiday, asking neighbours for tips, and basking in their envy. Chinks appeared in her frugality; a few paise that escaped her expense notebook, a tin of the much-coveted Afghan Snow cream to hydrate her skin. When Murthy bought her a pair of heavy gold jimikis ,she protested half-heartedly at his extravagance. Her ears dangled their new-found prosperity in everyone’s face for a whole month.

Ranga withdrew into her kitchen, and into books. She saved, and sometimes starved, so that she could buy the colourful 50-paise thrillers and love stories from the nearby petty shop. The corners of her mind absorbed and stored lady detectives who drew guns from their hand bags, girls who travelled alone on buses…it was a fantastic world that she lived in, and watched at the same time. On a whim, she bought a book that was going at half-price. It wasn’t her kind of book, but something about the woman on the cover drew her eye. Perhaps it was the spear she held, or her fierce smile as men lay at her feet. The more she read, the more restless Ranga became.

“What is this?!” Murthy shouted, bringing her back to the present. He had discovered the hidden books. “You bought these without my permission?! And where did you get the audacity to read such dirty things?!” He threw books, vessels, groceries, everything he could see. With his red face, and bulging belly, he looked like the asura (demon) in a Theru Koothu, stamping about in an orgy of passion. Ranga stood like stone, watching, waiting. Suddenly, Murthy stopped and locked eyes with her. He grabbed a book from the pile and slowly ripped it in two. Then he threw it all into the mess on the floor. The fierce woman on the cover looked at Ranga as she fluttered on the floor.

The doorbell rang impatiently, shattering the silence. It was Dilli Babu, come to collect his long-pending dues. Built like a wrestler, Dilli had few enemies (most were dead, his gang claimed) and even fewer scruples. It was rumoured that he had taken over the area by killing his mentor. His thick, guttural voice listed out the agenda if the door did not immediately open. Dilli would punch that pannadai , Murthy, chop him into a thousand pieces, and finally grind him into chutney. Like he had done to Nagarajan, the school watchman, a few streets away. Had they heard of Mani, his erstwhile boss? They wouldn’t have. Dilli had ground his bones into the earth a long time ago.

The doorbell punctuated Dilli’s rant with shrill insistence. Ranga picked up the pieces of her book from the floor, along with a small bundle of money that she had squirrelled away. Shetook the aruvaal, gleaming on the kitchen shelf, and opened the door. Dilli stopped mid-way through his plans for bone dessert. The street bulb threw its dim yellow light on a terrifying figure, with its long hair left loose, white teeth gleaming in a hideous grin, a sickle in one hand, and an offering in the other. He would never forget the eyes, fierce and dark, shining through the black smudges of kohl. He knew that look, the blood lust before the kill. He also knew better than to tempt fate. Dilli grabbed the bundle and fled.

Ranga looked at her husband, sweating profusely in his hiding spot behind the teak wood bureau. Murthy flinched. She laughed and put away the sickle. Then she turned on the radio. Abdul Hameed’s familiar voice from Isaiyum Kadhaiyum (Music and Stories) on Radio Ceylon crackled into being, “Coming up next is an inspiring poem by the revolutionary Tamil poet, Subramania Bharathi.”

Nimirntha nan nadai naer konda paarvaiyum

Nilathinil yaarukkum anjaatha nerigalum

Thimirntha gnana cherukkum iruppadhaal

Semmai maadhargal thirambuvathu illaiyaam

With head held high, and a piercing gaze,

Unafraid of anyone in this world,

With the wisdom and humility that education bestows,

The modern woman falters not in her confidence!

Murthy watched silently as Ranga carefully glued her book together. She sat on the only comfortable chair in the house and put up her legs on the tiny teapoy. Then she settled down to read the story of Sita, the warrior who saved her husband from the kingwith a thousand faces.

“Rama fainted on the battlefield. Sita laughed. After all, could a mere man defeat the thousand-faced asura, more powerful even than his brother Ravana? Sita dissolved into the terrifying Kali and danced in ecstasy as the dark goddess and her companions, the matrikas, decapitated the one thousand heads of Sahasravadhano Ravana.”

Ranganayaki smiled. The Adbhuta Ramayana was truly wonderful.

A thousand faces or one, hero or asura, Sita needed no one to save her.

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#shortstories #indianstories #storiestogo #degreekapi #degree kapi #girl power #women

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dxwdr0p · 2 years ago

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calamity: "an event causing great and often sudden damage or distress; a disaster"

hm ok

OK WAI

calamity's trigger conditions: "overabsorption of nonconflicting vessel code"

OK SO

#TEAK THIS #FUVKIN SMILES #mr tomatos #ms lemons #EDIT: FUVK TECHNICALL Y SPOILESR UHH #OK WAI THERES NO TAG SO #SORRY I M FGOIN A BIt indsain cuz i just watched biju #an #💥💥💥

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humankoalaa · 3 years ago

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P VALLEY!! 2X07

*SPOILERS*

been a minute since i did one of these!

LORETAAAA U BETTA SAAANGGGGGGG.

not this wig. p valley…. y’all know damn well wigs in the 60’s ain’t look like this.

baby clifford 😭 i needs to know how the “uncle” came to be.

UNT UNT. absolutely not. heaven can wait. not my graynmuva. bye.

timeout.. you can show all this cleavage in heaven? i ain never seen no angel let me stop playing.

you not offering me shit in joe dirts wig. absolutely not. im just not doing that. talm bout come home 🤣

ion wanna go where they’re letting her do the lords work in that wig cause that alone tells me they fake.

they got earnestine at the pynk in pajamas, bed slippers and a feather boa 😭 JAIL.

ONE TWO BREAK EM’

this the coldest theme song since

golden girls and the proud family. no debate. argue with your breakfast.

🎶 DEE NIGGAS GRAN HARD BUT DEE BITCHES GRAN HAHDUH 🎶

“grandaddy honeycomb” 😂

one thing about autumn knight ne lakeisha savage ne hailey colton.. she gon get cussed tf out deservingly and still be on some fuck shit.

UNT UNT not earnestine. talm bout 6 feet. .6 feet where? in the ground? because when and where 😒 alexa, play crime mob, knuck if you buck.

“what you not gon do is piss in my mouth and call it kool-aid” 😭😭 THE WAAAAAYYYYYY i hollered.

why they got hailey in earnestines wig from the 60’s 😫 JAIL!

OOP.

brandee evans is just 😍

not maybe paint my room.

terricka… you not that damn pregnant.

terricka: “can i drive?”

mercedes: “absolutely the hell not” 🤣

can’t believe teak gone 😭 lawd these flashbacks worst the second time.

“that chicken and dressing clifford made gon take me before that rona do” 😭

“okay chef negro dee” 😫💀 alexa, did we ever figure out if heaven got a ghetto because the waaaaaayyyyyy im on my way.

OOP.

smh.

keyshawn. sweetie.i know it’s hard… but the mf gotta shower at some point ANDDDDT i KNOW you’ve seen diary of a mad black woman and i KNOW you got baby oil. IYKYK.

“lil homicide” 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

WAIT HOW DID I MISS THIS THE FRIST TIME 😭 “what if it’s a carbon peroxide leak” unc, please 😂

the chucalissa strangler 🤣

“lil calculator” 😭

cliff: “i thought you said you choose the money over love” oop.

lil murda: “i said i usually do” OOP. listen to these wedding vows. your faves could never.

“im scraight” lie.

cedes: “i know w you ain’t talm bout no weak pull out game in your condition” 😂

terricka: “well how do you think i

got in this condition” 😫💀

not mercedes asking tarricka if she gon make up her mind about keeping this child at the baby preschool graduation 😭

terricka: “well julissa said that taylor said that her mama said that getting an a portion gives you cancer”

Mercedes’: “well julissa, taylor, and her bald headed hoe mama ain’t got two brain cells between the three of them” 😭😭😭😭 the way she put her hand on her hip 😭 katori hall need to be locked up for that line. im crying 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣💀🤦🏾‍♀️

this episode is hell 😭

cliff ain’t no reason you being this loud.

“nigga you lready here ain’t it” OOP.

“this gucci 234 B.C.?” 💀 ima fight katori.

ive never seen black men let alone black men in a queen storyline written this well 😭

katori hall really said i know im straight and over qualified HOWEVER,i am a writer so writers, SPECIFICALLY AND ESPECIALLY queer writers im available 5 days a week from 9-5 since yall have no idea what you’re doing. argue with a pamper.

ernestine where in the hell you going.

uncle clifford running 🤣🤣

murda correcting the paramedics 😭😭😭😭 your faves could never!

“whatchu lookin at r. kelly” 😭😭

cedes don’t do this to yourself 😭 you are not patrice 🥺

terricka… 🤦🏾‍♀️ ugh i hate it here.

“cause im ya mama” 😭

mf’s don’t ever use soap in tv showers.

lamarcus please 🤣

besides… i want to.. feel yo..🫢

this sex scene 🫢🫣 your faves could never.

fill me who?! LAMARCUS 🤭

coach somewhere like damn.... pitter patter.

😭😭😭😭 they’re so in love i can’t.

ion know if patrice a preacher or ms cleo.

ion have a clue in hell what autumn is talking about.

same keyshawn.

watched it for a third time and now i get it…. hopefully she don’t pull that you owe me shit on keyshawn.

#p valley #uncle clifford #lil murda #nicco annan #brandee evans #the pynk #keyshawn #p valley spoilers #shannon thornton

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quillandink333 · 4 years ago

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Foul Play

Kazuma Asougi × Original Character

SPOILERS FOR THE GREAT ACE ATTORNEY CHRONICLES ~ Read ahead at your own risk!

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.4k

WARNINGS: amnesia, psychosis, suggestive themes, accidental groping (male receiving), light teasing

Summary: The unlikely duo’s romp starts off innocently enough, but it only takes a slight misstep for their fun and games to take a turn for the inappropriate.

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It was the morning of the final day of April, and the Vitesse was docked in Bombay, having made port there over a week ago now. The deckhands of the crew were outside with their mops and brooms, getting her in shape for the next shipment to be loaded up. The next destination on the voyage was Alexandria, which was some forty-eight days’ worth of travel away, meaning there was much to do in the way of preparation for being out at sea for such an extensive period.

The amnesiac had all but reached the end opposite where he’d started when he turned and spotted some piece of dead foliage or other lying just within his designated section of the forward deck.

With a huff, he plodded up to the intruder, seeing that it was in fact a shrivelled-up teak leaf. He only knew what type of tree it had come from thanks to the wellspring of knowledge Ms. Cecelia had on the subject. The memory of the other day when they’d both had a moment to step off board and stretch their legs was still fresh in his mind. She was like a walking encyclopaedia, that woman. Any plant he’d point to, she would have seemingly limitless things to say about, even if she had never seen a certain species before. Remarks ranging from, “I do love myself a good petiolate,” to, “Don’t you think the anthers are somewhat reminiscent of…?” followed by some complex and foreign-sounding pair of words. The rambling never ceased. Not that he minded enabling her; it really was quite impressive how learned she was, despite her modesty whenever he would comment on it. That, and he was quite certain that no one else in the world could make something so mundane as a leaf seem as full of intrigue as she could.

At the present time, however, he did not have the patience for this. Figuring that whichever of his colleagues had reign over the patch next to his could take care of it, he hastily swept it back into theirs from whence he’d assumed it had blown over into his nearly spotless area. Once he was done here, he would be free to retire to his bunk for a lie-down until it came time to begin loading cargo. He wasn’t in any particular need of the rest, he supposed, but he was still itching for it nonetheless.

Little did he know that a certain seawoman was watching from the other side, withholding her giggles. Once he’d wandered a safe distance away again, his back turned, she emerged from behind the life boat she’d chosen for her hiding spot with broom in hand. Light on her feet so as not to alert him, she crept up to the leaf he’d just unwittingly swept back into her territory and, filled to the brim with a sort of childish glee, returned the favour he’d just paid her and scurried back into position.

As she retreated, however, a resounding creak emerged from one of the wooden boards she’d placed her weight on.

The victim of her mischief looked up, but saw no one. Only the same pesky piece of nature he’d only just rid himself of. Perhaps the wind wasn’t the one preying on him after all.

Once more was the last time Cecelia would get away with her tricks. Having turned on her heel after sweeping the leaf into his section a fourth time, she froze, awkwardly outstretched arms stiffening like those of a scarecrow when he cleared his throat loudly behind her. The jig was up, she thought, wincing. She turned her head one degree at a time to see him standing by the post marking the border, toe tapping and free hand perched on his hip.

But instead of humourlessly picking up the leaf and tossing it overboard, his eyes glinted, a smirk besmirching his fine features. Not breaking eye contact with her, he took his broom and gently nudged it across the border again.

She was quick to let herself become infected by the playful look on his face. She jaunted up to him and, looking him in the eye much the same way he had her, pushed the leaf back his way.

Not a second’s interval had passed before he’d mimicked the gesture.

She blinked, caught off guard. Quickly checking their surroundings to see if any of their supervisors were nearby—which there weren’t—she turned her attention back to the man in front of her. Once a few moments of rising tension had gone by, each one staring the other down in challenge, she pounced, pushing the leaf past him as far into his domain as she could with a single swoop.

Now the game was afoot. He was fiercer than expected. The way he had her on the defensive straight away was proof of his apparent competitiveness. But she wouldn’t let him defeat her that easily. He’d advanced a fair distance into her end of the court, but she’d just been getting warmed up. He’d only taken his eyes off the ‘ball’ for a split second, but when he looked down again, it had vanished. She’d swept it right out from under his nose. Now the lady had the upper hand. Each time he was sure he had her cornered, she swerved to the side. In the blink of an eye, she’d made it back into his territory, flashing him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. He grinned back. If she thought she’d won, she was sorely mistaken.

Cecelia had gotten so thoroughly ‘swept up’ in her antics with him that she’d neglected to heed the dangers of a recently swabbed deck.

Her stick caught behind his. When she made to brandish it toward her body in preparation for her next move, it didn’t budge. Instead, the force caused the toe of her boot to slip out from beneath her, sending her careening forward. In a panic, she cast her broom aside, flailing her arms out in a futile attempt to catch herself.

When she opened her eyes, she found her opponent lying vanquished on his back beneath her. Even more mortifying, as she went to lift her head and assess the damage, she realised that what had cushioned her fall and what her hand was now grasped around in supporting herself was none other than his ample pectoral muscle. Her eyes, wide, shot up toward his face. She tore her palm away and planted it on the deck next to him. Now their noses were mere centimetres apart. She opened her mouth, only to find she had lost her voice.

“Ms. Cecelia.” He was gawking at her, feigning astonishment with smugness tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know, if you want me so badly,” he teased, one hand traveling up from her waist until his thumb came to rest on her chin just below her bottom lip, “all you need to do is ask.”

His tone was low and breathy and way beyond suggestive. It made her heart contort in a strange and violent way, sending blood rushing straight down to where his thigh was pressed firmly between the pair of hers.

Though she may have found her voice again, she had yet to regain her capacity for human speech. She rose to her feet at the speed of light, then spluttered out a series of “I”s and “that”s until she finally managed to string together a semi-coherent “I have—I-I mean, I should g—really get back to work. I think…” Her entire head had instantly gone up in flames, eyes flickering between his face and his chest just as rapidly. “Erm, yes. Th-Thank you.” Her hands failing her, she picked up her broom after a lengthy struggle and scuttled back into her section.

He couldn’t quite make out the words of the voice as it screamed bloody murder at him, but it clearly wasn’t pleased with the mess of what had just happened. What on earth had possessed him to say such a bawdy thing? It was almost as if he’d said it on a reflex. Almost like an automatic defence mechanism or something. It was obvious that she hadn’t grabbed him like that on purpose, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop his heart pounding as of that moment. Now look what I’ve done, he berated, observing the tremulousness in her movements from afar as she went about her work. The poor girl was beside herself.

Of course, he couldn’t see the unruly smile playing on her lips once she was turned the other way. Wouldn’t her bunk mates get a kick out of this latest development?

#my writing #fanfic #dgs spoilers #dgs2 spoilers #tgaa spoilers #tgaa2 spoilers #dai gyakuten saiban #dgs #the great ace attorney #tgaa #kazuma asogi #asougi kazuma #kazuma asogi x oc #asougi kazuma x oc #my oc #dgs oc #tgaa oc #cecelia gardner #orange

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musical-dreamcasts · 5 years ago

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& Juliet - Alexia Sielo as Juliet Capulet, requested by @captain-hero-and-tiger

Birthday: November 6, 1997 (age 23)

Birth Place: United States

Theatre credits include: Understudy Cairo/Kate/Reese/Eva/Mattie (We Are the Tigers), Ensemble/Understudy Cleopatra (Cleopatra), Dorothy Gale (The Wiz), Ms. Pennywise (Urinetown)

(Pictured on the right is Miriam-Teak Lee, who is currently playing the role in the West End production)

#and juliet #and juliet musical #& juliet #we are the tigers #cleopatra the musical experience #the cleopatra experience #the wiz #urinetown #alexia sielo #juliet capulet #cairo watt #kate dalton #reese watt #eva sanchez #mattie wheeler #cleopatra #dorothy gale #ms pennywise

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b2btradekeyindia · 5 years ago

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trivialqueen · 6 years ago

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Chess

Here’s the next section of that original story. Still currently, and creatively called, Hospital Romance Drama. As always, I’m neither a doctor, nor British. I’m just a girl who fancies herself a writer and likes slow burns, smart women, and tall men.

“Did you sanction this?” Ms. Hale didn’t knock when she entered his office, but the click-click of her heels had announced her.

“Knocking is common curtesy when entering another’s abode, is it not Ms. Hale?” He capped his pen without thinking about it. His muscle memory could tell she wasn’t going to be leaving his office any time soon.

“If you wanted people to knock you shouldn’t have left your door off the latch.” It’s not a hill he’s willing to die on. He can see she’s spoiling for a fight; it sparks in her dark eyes. They’re not blazing hellfire at him, for once, but they’re quick and sharp all the same. A bee in her bonnet for sure, and while he has a board meeting later today, he knows it would be worse than futile to try and rush her out of his office before she was ready to go. So instead he inclines his head, acquiescing to her point and waiting for her to get back to her original point.

“I’m told you’re getting rid of the – -- machines.” He didn’t have to wait long.

The DOS’s office was on the 4th floor, amidst a maze of corridors that led to conference rooms, HR, and the records department. She’d visited it several times during Charlotte’s tenure as Director of Surgery. She’d not been back since Magnusson took over. The bones were the same. Same double doors framed by wave patterned glass blocks that provided both privacy and a vague sense of who was outside the door. Across from the door was a wall of windows with a beautiful view of the car park, along the ledge which ran under the windows he had kept with Charlotte’s tradition of keeping plants. His looked markedly more alive than hers ever did. It was perhaps a terrifying or a very fitting fact that despite being a talented surgeon and a devoted mother she couldn’t keep a plant – even a cactus – alive for longer than a month. The walls were the same warm shade of ecru and the floors the same industrial beige Berber. Beyond that the room was completely different, as distinct as the two people. Charlotte’s office had been an eclectic mash of overstuffed seating and bohemian rugs, ornate lighting and a big vintage desk. Magnusson’s office was in a, predictable, curated Scandinavian design. He sat behind a sleek, teak L shaped desk, filing cabinets and bookshelves anchored on the wall behind him. At the other end of the narrow, rectangular office there was a small meeting table, in matching sleek, teak design and a very square, grey sofa. Tossed over the back of the seats was the only source of color, a blue ikat blanket, which looked delightfully soft. Even the pictures on the wall were in black and white. If the – -- weren’t on the line she might be tempted to take a closer look at the objects d’art around his office. The sculptures on his shelves, the photo sitting on his desk – the only non-practical item on the tidy worktop. But the – -- machines were, apparently, at stake. Short notice as well. Probably hoping to avoid protest. She thought bitterly, Jokes on you!

Hale paced in front of his desk, hands slashing through the air as she spoke – making a passionate case for two old CT machines the hospital board had decided were surplus. Only used a handful of times a year, tops, the space could be better utilized. Without them the south Harvey bay would be entirely open for new, hopefully more lucrative, or at least ambitious projects. He’d been apathetic about the idea before but seeing her agitation he was willing reconsider his position. Ms. Hale had good instincts, even if she also had a distaste for rules and a self-righteous streak wider than a football pitch.

“If you have strong opinions about those machines.” He cut off the third verse of her rant about what a mistake they were making. She stopped pacing and stared at him. “I have a board meeting in an hour. Write up a proposal for me to give them.”

“What?”

“Write a proposal for the board regarding the machines and I’ll present it to the board in,” he checked his watch, “fifty-five minutes.”

“It’s not a done deal? There’s a guy here to take the machines away now! He might have already taken them if he’d not hurt himself.”

“He what!?” Visions of lawsuits danced in his head. What happened? Why hadn’t he been informed?

“Not important.” She waved the question away. “He’s fine. You won’t let him take the machines?”

“Let is a strong word, he has his orders. The board had decided already. I am offering you a second chance.” She studied him eyes pinning him like a bug under glass. The spark was still there, as was a wariness as if she was deciding if she trusted him. He stared right back. For a long moment they just stared at one another. Then, she seemed to realize what she was doing, and her gaze dropped. He could see her cheeks flush before he looked elsewhere himself.

“How many copies do you need?” She asked, picking up one of the pawns from his chess set. Chess was one of his few hobbies. Playing against a computer was convenient, and challenging, but it felt so hollow clicking around on a screen. Even when he was playing the computer, he wanted to be able to see and move the pieces in the real world. The set had been a gift from his mother, the pieces carved from wood, based on the Lewis chessmen. The set was one of his most cherished possessions.

“Hmm?”

“For the board, how many copies do I need to run you off for this proposal?”

“Seven.” She had forty-five minutes to pull this off. But at least she seemed to be willing to follow the procedures in this instance. He was almost tempted to ask if she was feeling well. He resisted. Just.

“well tempus volat, hora fugit.” She placed the piece back on the board.

“I’ll get you the proposal before you meet. Seven copies.”

“The meeting is in forty minutes.” She paused at the door, looking over her shoulder.

“I’ll see you in thirty-five then.” She smiled. “Thank you.” The door closed behind her with a soft click. It was the second time she’d smiled at him…

Felix, as a general rule, eschewed violence. However, in that moment he could happily throttle Sofia Grace. Things had been going so well. She’d gotten him her proposal five minutes before the meeting started, seven copies as he’d asked. There was only one type-o betraying the haste with which he’d written the document. Her prose had been clear, concise, and pitched toward her audience – emphasizing the PR/image those machines could generate since they were particularly effective in diagnosing issue with small, adorable children. Not that it mattered now.

Ms. Hale sat on the tailgate of the truck, as primly as if she was taking tea with the queen, except for the chains wrapped around her waist and the truck. Beside her, sitting as regally as if she was the queen was a striking older woman. Her hair the color of pure snow falling over her shoulders, wrapped in a lavender silk robe. She was, mercifully, not chained to the truck. Both were chatting amiably with Oliver Anderson, who for his part seemed to be trying and failing to coax the patient away from Ms. Hale.

“Come on, Colleen.” Anderson wheedled. “I really need you to come back to the ward with me.”

“And as your Doctor, I must insist.” She patted her knee, “Go with Dr. Anderson, darling. I’ve got it from here.”

“Do you? I know a thing or two about protests you know.” The woman preened. Across the parking she caught his eye.

“Oh, I know. And after you’re in recovery I’d like to hear all about it. But for now, please let Ollie take you to bed. My audience is here.” The woman was not subtle in how she looked at young Dr. Anderson.

“He’s got eyes like Fonda.” Ms. Hale’s gaze slid from his, slowly, turning to look at Anderson, her expression softening to a wry smile.

“Doesn’t he just.”

“Come on Vanessa Redgrave.” In the time that he had been at St. Sebastian’s Felix had been rather underwhelmed by the young foundation doctor’s medical skills, but he was exceedingly popular with the patients. And his eyes really were almost an unnatural shade of blue. The old patient turned from Anderson and took Hale’s hand.

“You call if you need me, dear.”

“I was about to put your proposal to the board when I was called down here.” Magnusson crossed the parking, one hand in his pocket. He ambled over to her; his tone conversational. He might have been chatting with her about the recent Bundesliga game. It was an impressive performance considering the grinding of his jaw and the flint in his eyes. He was so angry he was calm. When she was angry, she knew she burned hot. Could taste the blood in the back of her throat, felt her hands shake, her stomach swoop. It felt like rage crackled from her fingertips. His fury was not fire. It was all ice.

“Circumstances changed.”

“I’ll say. You’ve hardly furthered your cause with this stunt.” He crossed his arms over his chest. At a glance it seemed passively displeased but standing next to her she could see the way his fingers dug into his arms, the wrinkles in his suit jacket under his nails.

“Other options weren’t producing necessary results.”

“So, you chained yourself to the truck?!”

“It got attention, didn’t it?”

“Do you ever think ahead? Or even care about your reputation?” He looked down his straight nose with an imperious eye. God Almighty he could be condescending.

I don’t give a damn about my bad reputation! Joan Jett immediately got stuck in her head.

“Compared to what’s at stake, not really.”

“Perhaps you should, considering this is the definition of insubordination and gross misconduct. You could be fired.” There was a hardness in his eyes as he stared down at her.

Fired.

It was admittedly not an ideal situation. And yet it did not scare her like it might have. Not anymore. There were worse things in this world.

It was steely determination, rather than incandescent rage, that shown out of those coffee brown eyes. It was in contrast to her wry smile which twisted across her cayenne colored lips without any humor. She patted the tailgate next to her, and he felt compelled to take the seat.

“I died once; you know.” She said softly. He recalled that from her file. More than once if one counted both the episode in the ambulance, her flatlining on the table during surgery, and an incident with a shard of glass after her initial procedure. There was a sadness around the edges of her gaze, in the undercurrent of her voice. And despite sitting on the filthy tailgate of a truck in the loading bay of the hospital the moment felt intimate.

“After being good and quiet and rule following my entire life.” She continued. “And I died. I got better and since then all I can think is like, what’s the worst that can happen when you’ve already died once? What can you do to me? Fire me? By the grace of God and these hands, I’ve got savings, I’ve got skills, I’ve got a support system. I can find another job. I got second chance and I’m not going to waste it being ‘good’ when I can spend it saving lives. Go ahead, fire me over this. I don’t think I’m wrong though. These machines are worth saving.”

Well then.

“And I almost had, without any of this fanfare. If you’d just waited.” The proposal she had written had been a good one, and it was late enough in the meeting that most of the members cared about calling it a day. Twenty minutes and the machines would have been free and clear. It was almost as if she didn’t want the process to work.

“Circumstances changed.”

“What? What circumstances?” He looked around, the machines weren’t even on the truck yet and as far as he could tell the only people around were drawn by her protest. There was no maintenance men around, no laborers hauling away the machines yet. Nothing. She opened her mouth to speak.

“No.” He cut her off. “I was in the middle of presenting your proposal. The middle. If you waited ten minutes this would have been taken care of. What circumstances changed? I see no change. Those machines aren’t out here. No one is out here except the people this stunt has attracted. It’s like you don’t want this to work.”

“Of course I want this to work! I want to save those machines!” He hopped up from the gate. He wanted to throttle her. Rather than wrap his hands around her lovely throat he ran a hand through his hair.

“You. You want to save those machines. Be the martyr. Be the savior. And you won’t let anyone take that from you. Even if someone else can help. If someone else could have succeeded.” It was possible for someone to look more insulted than Sofia Grace did in that moment, but only just. The hot, spice of her anger rolled off of her in a wave. Her eyes blazed.

“How dare you!” She was incandescently angry. It was terrifying. Beautiful. And he found that he didn’t care.

“Why didn’t you trust me?” His voice was so low she almost didn’t hear him over the rush of blood in her ears. FLACHWICHSER! He stood over her, back ramrod straight, his jaw clenched, teeth visibly grinding.

“Why didn’t you trust me to take care of this. I told you I would. I was literally in the meeting doing this work when you stepped in with this self-righteous grandstanding.” He didn’t raise his voice. The accusation landed as heavy as a slap.

“Because to you these machines are just numbers on a balance sheet. Dead space clogging up one of the bays.”

“Really.” He crossed his arms, suit jacket wrinkling under his fingers, the white knuckles the only thing betraying his state of mind.

“But to me I see children with heart problems, a chance to make a difference in a family’s life.” Her throat felt raw; tears were threatening. Sofia Grace hated the fact that she was an easy crier. Any strong emotion could send her into tears – anger, pain, joy, sadness. It completely undermined her, and she could never stop it once it started.

“Do you have any evidence for this allegation?” He challenged. “Is it because you believe that you have a monopoly on compassion, or do you truly think that I can’t feel?”

Had she not been so far gone, in a berserker rage, she would have better noted his tone. Hurt. However, she was gone. So gone there was white around the edges of her vision.

“If you cared about these machines, you’d not have let it come to his in the first place!”

His nostrils flared and the grinding of his jaw became more pronounced.

“I am but one man on a seven-member board that is ruled by majority vote.”

“SG! SG!” Oliver Anderson’s voice was like a bucket of cold water on his anger. “It’s Colleen!” The junior doctor came skittering to a stop, nearly bowling him over.

“Sheiße!”

“Helvetes jävla fanskap!” Ms. Hale had chained herself to the truck and tossed the padlock key toward the dumpster. Maintenance might have bolt cutters, but it was a gamble on if finding the key (provided she hadn’t actually hit the dumpster) or finding the cutters would be the faster solution. “Fan out, we have to find that key!” All of his rage, his displeasure, the coil at the base of his spine disappeared and was replaced by clear purpose. “Do you ever think ahead?” He snapped. Alright, perhaps not all of his anger had dissipated. But really, what was she thinking? She was a CT consultant, on duty and just decided to not only chain herself to a truck in an act of pious protest, but also throw away the only key!

“Hang on, hang on.” She snapped back, scooting to the edge of the tailgate, her hands tugging at the chain around her slim waist.

“What are you doing?” It was strange and uncomfortable looking as she slithered inch by inch down from her seat. The chain moving up her body inch by inch, bringing her claret colored blouse further up her abdomen. He didn’t want to stare but he couldn’t look away as more and more of her smooth, pale stomach came into view. The scar was long, bisecting her down a center line, almost perfectly, save for the slight jog it took around her navel. It was nearly twenty years old, healed and faded from the once angry, jagged line it had been but still pinker than her natural skin tone and slightly puckered. It continued down below the waistband of her slacks and up into her chest (not that it was visible yet, the shirt was bunched under her breasts as she kept wiggling through the loop). The upper half of the open surgery scar was slightly more faded, almost impossible to discern from her cleavage if she wore a blouse that revealed any (not that he’d ever admit to looking).

“Just a second.” She grunted, flattening her own breasts until the chain slipped over them, which it did eventually. She raised her arms above her head and finished slipping through. She found herself free of her chains, on her hands and knees in the car park. She quickly popped up, straightening her blouse and dusting her hands, her cayenne colored smile cocky and broad.

“I am not as dumb as I look!” She said brightly before rushing toward the door.

“Ms. Hale, my office as soon as!” He called. She acknowledged him with a wave of her hand and disappeared into the hospital.

“What should we do with this?” At his elbow the junkman appeared, hobbling on crutches, answering that question more than Dr. Hale did.

“Hold off, plans have changed.” The board hadn’t formally voted, but enough members had told him they didn’t care what he did with the machines if it mattered so much.

Three decisive knocks took his attention from the file he was only half-heartedly reading. It was past the hour people generally headed home for the day, but he had never been most people. More than that, he and Ms. Hale had a conversation they needed to have and she only now had gotten out of surgery.

Word on the ward was that it had not gone well.

Ms. Hale did not sweep in has she had before, proud and pugnacious. She was tired, faded. She’d dressed after surgery, but not reapplied her lipstick. He could not think of a better metaphor for how she looked than that faded cayenne.

“She had been a long-term patient of yours I’m told.” And quite the character too by all accounts. Sofia Grace ran a hand through her curls.

“Yes.”

“Your proposal passed, with amendment. We will keep the equipment but move it out of the bay and downstairs with the less frequently used machines.”

“Thank you.” She gave him a small nod before turning her attention to his chessboard once again, slim fingers brushing over the pieces. “I was out of line today. I’m sorry.” The apology was so unexpected he wouldn’t even complain about the way her eyes failed to meet his. Or even look at him.

“Yes. You were.”

“I should have trusted your word when you said you were bringing the matter to the board. I certainly jumped the gun in the most dramatic way possible.” He couldn’t help the dark chuckle. That was putting it mildly. “More than that, I crossed a line. I should have never even remotely suggested that I have a monopoly on compassion or that you do not care for your patients or the wellbeing of the hospital more broadly. And for that I am sorry.”

He was not expecting that.

Apologies were not natural for him. He did not give them easily nor did he know how to accept them.

“Yes, well.” Awkwardly he cleared his throat. “If you are going to continue to work here, Ms. Hale, you’re going to have to learn to trust me. I am not the enemy.”

“I guess we shall see then.” She picked up a white knight from the board, turning the piece over and over in her fingers. It was not the response he expected.

“See what?”

“If I’m still working here for one.” She raised her eyes to his, slowly. “If I’ll trust you. If you’re not the enemy.”

“Everything I have done and everything I will do is for the good of this hospital.” Her dark eyes twinkled at him.

“You certainly believe that.”

“I do.” He replied firmly. “Have some faith in me, Ms. Hale, if only a little.”

“I will try.” She said firmly and then placed the knight back on the chessboard, not in its original place but out into the field. “It’s your move.”

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bathandkitchenshowroombroomall · 6 years ago

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Bathtubs Bring the Spa to Your Home

Whether you had a long day at the office or a crazy day shuffling kids around to practices and rehearsal, studied all night for the big exam, or are simply just stressed out; in today’s world, we are constantly looking for ways to relax, escape and recharge. It’s one of the reasons why the spa industry has been so successful: everyone wants to feel pampered from time to time. In fact, according to a 2018 report by the Global Wellness Institute, the spa economy has grown to a $118.8 billion global market, employing 2.6 million workers and growing at an increasingly fast rate.

The problem is that sometimes getting to the spa can feel like another item on a never-ending to-do list and as a result, this important bit of self-care can sometimes be overlooked. That’s why at Weinstein Bath & Kitchen Showroom, we aim to help you create a spa-like setting in the comfort of your own home. You don’t need billions of dollars like the global spa industry. Finding the right bathtub and surrounding it with the right elements is an easy and affordable way to bring the spa home to you.

Bathtubs and the Spa Inspired Bathroom

BATHS ARE HEATING UP

Bathing can simultaneously appear luxurious, glamorous, indulgent & therapeutic and as a result appeal to a wide range of users. While a tub can be the focal design point of any bathroom, it takes even more importance in a spa-inspired space. Lucie Green, who watches trends for New York marketing firm, attributes the recent bathing boom with a renewed romanticism surrounding rituals. According to Ms. Green, bathing offers “a meaningful slow experience that offers its own meditative layers.”

More and more bathers are using the tub not just a means of cleaning oneself, but also as a respite from the constant buzz of smart devices and screens. For millennials, a group with an increased focus on wellness and self-care, bathing offers a healthy, alternative relaxation method compared to happy hours or boozy late nights. As a hashtag search will reveal, millennials, ever-present on social media, also see baths as Instagram, Snapchat or Pinterest ready. (Bathing itself might be a device-free zone, but there is no rule against snapping a picture before hopping in.)

Choosing the Right Bathtub

When choosing the type of bathtub for a remodeled or new bathroom, the choices can seem overwhelming. Bathers must make decisions including installation type, size, material and hydrotherapy before they can enjoy their tub. Consultants at Weinstein Bath & Kitchen Showroom will work with you in order to make the selection perfect for your spa bathroom.

BATHTUB TYPES & INSTALLATION

Freestanding tubs create a stunning focal point in a spa bathroom. Although originally all tubs were freestanding, (in 1883 John Michael Kohler invented the first bathtub by covering a cast iron horse trough with enamel and adding legs) these tubs can come in various, shapes, sizes and materials and styles. Freestanding tubs have seen increased popularity in recent years, especially in master suites.

Alcove tubs are the most commonly seen tubs in North America. These tubs are typically surrounded by three walls and fit snugly in between them. Most alcove tubs are 60 inches in length and 30, 32 or 34 inches in width. Alcove tubs are generally shallower than their counterparts to ease entry into them.

Undermount tubs are installed with a platform surrounding them. Because these tubs involve stepping down into the tubs instead of up and over the apron, they can come in larger depths. Hydrotherapies are also most typically found in undermount or drop in bathtubs.

Drop-in tubs are very similar to undermount tubs. The only difference between the two is how they are mounted. Drop in tubs have a rim that sits on the deck of the built platform and drop in tubs are mounted flush with the top of the platform.

BATHTUB SIZE

The size of the tub should be largely determined by who will be using it & what their purpose for using it will be. Depth can be very important: for adults that want to take spa-like baths, soaking tubs are usually the answer. These are tubs deeper than 19” and provide full water coverage for an average adult body. However, soaking tubs may prove to be difficult to use for other bathers. Older users would benefit from a lower apron to step over & bathing young children in a deep tub can put a strain on the adult’s back. More frequently, the length and width of the tub are dictated by the amount of space available in the bathroom.

BATHTUB MATERIAL

Enameled Cast Iron tubs are known for their durability, rich color, and glossy finish. Kohler Enameled Cast Iron features an extra thick, durable and is made from partially recycled iron for a more sustainable process.

Acrylic tubs are made from a strong, flex resistant material. Acrylic is easy to clean, resists cracking & chipping

Cast Acrylic is a premium solid surface material that allows for unique bath textures & designs. It has a polished matte look of stone but is warm against the skin. Kohler’s cast acrylic is called Lithocast

Fiberglass tubs are similar to acrylic but more affordable. However, with greater affordability comes some drawbacks. Fiberglass tubs are easier to scratch or crack and generally less durable than acrylic tubs.

Copper tubs are easy to clean and care for, antibacterial & create a beautiful centerpiece in a spa bathroom.

Stone tubs, like NativeStone by Native Trails, is made using cement and other materials. NativeStone blends natural, sustainable materials with cement to form a material with the strength of concrete while weighing less than expected. NativeStone tubs are exceptionally stain-resistant, crack-resistant, and scratch-resistant.

HYDROTHERAPY & OTHER SPA OPTIONS

Kohler Vibracoustic tubs have speakers mounted to the inside wall of the tub. A control panel that mounts to the wall above the tub operates the speakers. The vibration from the sound of the speakers transfers from the tub wall to the water, creating a unique & relaxing bathing experience.

Kohler Heated Bubble Massage delivers thousands of bubbles that thoroughly support and massage your body for an invigorating, blissful experience. The system is hygienic and easy to clean, featuring automatic and manual purge cycles.

Kohler Effervescence blankets the bather with thousands of tiny champagne-like bubbles, retaining their temperature and creating a warm embrace.

Whirlpool Baths provide a targeted, powerful hydro-massage and consistent water temperature helps reduce tension and soothe sore muscles. An inline water heater and pump keep the water warm.

Chromatherapy uses color psychology & lets you choose one of 8 colors, or cycle through. Each color or blend of colors reacts with the bather’s mind to help deliver the achieved mood.

Kohler Bask Heated Surface warms the neck & back while reclined in the tub. This extends the bath time by keeping the bather cool even as the water slowly loses its warmth while exposed to the ambient air.

BATHTUB STYLE

Style is important when choosing a tub for a spa bathroom. Tubs can be angular and contemporary or rounded and traditional. Especially with materials like acrylic and cast acrylic, there is most likely a tub to match any décor.

Other Important Elements in a Spa Bathroom

STIMULATE THE SENSES

Sometimes when designing a bathroom, too much emphasis is put on visuals and not enough attention is paid to the other senses. A true spa-like setting will stimulate all or as many senses as possible in order to fully relax and recharge the user.

Smell – use candles, essential oils and diffusers to add scents like lavender, vanilla, chamomile & jasmine

Sounds – add relaxing sounds from a sound machine or use products like Kohler Vibracoustic to create a soothing ambiance

Touch – splurge on plush towels, mats & robes so that after a long soak in the tub, your skin is not exposed to a rough surface

Taste – Who doesn’t like to enjoy a cup of tea or coffee (or glass of wine or beer!) while soaking in the tub?

WARM TONED ACCENTS

Warm toned accents, such as Kohler’s Moderne Brushed Gold, Delta’s Champagne Bronze, Brizo’s Luxe Gold or Moen’s Brushed Gold & polished nickel do much more to create a warm & inviting space than their cooler toned counter parts in polished chrome or polished brass. See for yourself from the examples below!

INCORPORATE NATURAL MATERIALS

Spas are at their best when they infuse natural elements into their designs: exotic leaves, mud masks, and river stones.

Green is good! Incorporate plant life into your spa-like bathroom.

Think about selecting a NativeStone tub or vanity top to incorporate a concrete-like element into the space.

A must-have for any bather is a teak tub caddy, like this one from ARB Teak to hold your book, glass of wine & whatever else you may need while in for a soak. Teak is naturally mold-resistant and antibacterial, making it the perfect wood to be in proximity to the moisture of the bathroom.

ART

When used in the proper setting, art can elicit all kinds of emotions in viewers. In your spa bathroom, choose art that conveys tranquility or peacefulness. Consider using scenes from nature or abstract art crafted to relax.

Let Weinstein Bath & Kitchen Showroom in Broomall Help You Bring the Spa to Your Home

Our showroom consultants will walk you through the step by step process of designing your bathroom and filling it with elements to recreate the relaxing environment of a spa right in your own home. From choosing the right bathtubto selecting a caddy for it, our passion is to help you craft a spa bathroom that you’ll absolutely love.

Blog is originally published at: https://www.weinsteinbath-kitchen.com/bathtubs-bring-the-spa-to-your-home/

It is republished with permission of the author.

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The Day Sarah Met Evangeline

Desc: Sarah Daweson, a former toy maker, reminisces on her fateful first encounter with a mysterious, beautiful woman who works at the theater across the street.

Word Count: 1250

TW/CW: none

Sarah closed her eyes, the corners of her wrinkled lips lifted in a smile. “I was twenty-eight years old when I met Miss Evangeline Philips…”

She had wandered into Sarah’s toyshop. This beautiful woman with dark hair came sweeping into Sarah’s shop with her long skirts and a big silk ribbon in her hair. The ribbon was red, red as her lipstick. Red as the bright saddle of the rocking horse Sarah had made last week and that little Jackie Dancy had been so excited to see that he had leapt onto it the second he walked into the shop.

“Hi, I’m looking for a toy, can you help me?” the woman asked, and she gave Sarah a dazzling smile. A somewhat hesitant smile, but a dazzling one nonetheless. Her voice was dark roasted coffee and silky cream, low and rich and soothing.

“I uhh, I sure can,” Sarah answered, flustered. “I’m the toy maker here, what do you need?”

“I… well, our props manager should actually be here, but he got sick, and I was worried it wouldn’t get done before opening night, and I thought I should get it myself. I don’t know if it will be right, but we’re in need of a plush rabbit.” She frowned. “Do you know that story, The Velveteen Rabbit?”

Sarah nodded, adjusting her glasses. “Of course, it’s one of my favorites.” She smiled. “That’s the beautiful thing about being a toymaker, you know? I get to give life to all the toys I make. I always loved that story because it reminded me of that feeling.”

The woman grinned, and in the moment their eyes met, Sarah’s breath caught in her throat.

“That’s lovely,” she said. She meant it.

“Yeah, well, you don’t become a toymaker if you hate childhood,” Sarah laughed. Her cheeks were hot. “So,” she quickly said, adjusting her round glasses as they slipped down her nose, “How big do you want your rabbit? And what specific details do you want, and by when?”

“Well, I don’t know much about toys,” the woman admitted, brushing the ribbon in her hair. “But maybe about this big?” She frowned, confused, as she held her hands about a foot and a half apart. “The actor playing the little boy, Oliver, is only ten years old, so as long as the rabbit is big enough to hug.”

Sarah nodded, gesturing for the woman to come with her to her desk. She quickly sketched out a picture of what a rabbit might look like. “How’s this?”

The woman regarded the picture, tilting her head to the side. “I like it,” she said in that low, smooth voice. A tremor ran up Sarah’s arm as the woman pointed at the drawing, her hand accidentally brushing up against Sarah’s. “This ribbon here, I really love that.”

Sarah’s heart pounded. Why are you doing this? she berated her heart, which only caused it to beat faster, the sound of her blood pulsing in her ears. “I was thinking maybe red for the ribbon?” Sarah said, hating how much her voice shook.

The woman beamed. “Red is such a lovely color! I’m glad you agree!”

Sarah smiled, but she couldn’t bring herself to say I know, your hair ribbon and lipstick are red, too. Instead, she said, “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Like you.

“More than pretty. I love the color red,” she said. The woman’s hair had fallen back out from where she tucked it, and she subconsciously moved it back behind her ear.

Sarah felt her own hand smooth the hair by her ear, buzzed at the sides and too short to be tucked.

The woman smiled, watching Sarah. “I should probably get going,” she said quietly. “Rehearsal starts...soon, I think.” Her big, dark eyes grew lighter as sunlight through the window hit them, and Sarah could now make out the hints of cinnamon and amber and teak in the otherwise nearly black irises.

“Uhhh… yeah,” Sarah said. “Yeahhh, that’s… that’s good. You should.. Yeah,” she said in reply. Her cheeks were hot. Was that response really the best she could do?

“When should I come to pick up the rabbit?” the woman asked.

“Three days,” Sarah said, quickly turning away. “Uhh, would you mind leaving your name? It helps me keep things in order.”

“Evangeline Philips,” she said. “And are you going to tell me yours, Ms. Toymaker? So we may credit you in the program.”

“Oh, well… it’s Sarah. Sarah Daweson. But you can just credit the name of the toy shop.” Evangeline Philips. Even her name was elegance incarnate. “Evangeline Philips...I know that name, I think,” Sarah found herself saying before she could stop.

“Have we met before? I’m terribly sorry if we have, I am simply dreadful at names and faces,” said Evangeline. “But…” she paused, and with a coy smile, added, “I don’t think I’d forget a face as pretty as yours.”

Heat flooded Sarah’s cheeks, not unlike when she would open the oven to check on her cookies and the heat rushed out. “You… I… Pretty?” Sarah stammered. “I mean, you’re the pretty one!” she said without thinking. Truly, could she say anything stupider?

But Evangeline blinked before the most lovely smile spread across her face. “You really think so? I’ve been told often I’m too tall and wear too much makeup.” She shyly tucked her hair behind ear once more, ducking her head. “I always tell myself it doesn’t matter, but I think, deep down, something in me cares a lot more than I care to let on.” She laughed nervously. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“The theater! You’re the headliner!” Sarah said. Evangeline blinked. “Sorry,” said Sarah. “That’s where I know your name. And I don’t mind you telling me this! I like knowing what you think, it’s very interesting,” she continued quickly. “Not to be creepy, of course, I mean, I just think it’s nice.” Sarah put her hand on her wrist, surprised to find it behind her ear where she would have tucked a strand of hair if it was long enough.

They looked down at the floor in silence for a moment. “I’ll be back in three days,” Evangeline said. “How much do I owe you, Sarah?”

“Nothing,” Sarah said. “I hear you singing sometimes, when you’re rehearsing, or during shows. It’s really nice, so don’t worry about paying.” Was that too nonchalant? Was ‘nice’ too simple a word to use? Would Evangeline see the offer as a slight?

“I couldn’t just take your hard work!” Evangeline said, but Sarah shook her hands, palms open.

“Please. I insist.”

Evangeline paused. “Okay,” she finally said. “I won’t tell the props manager.” She winked. “Can I buy you several coffees to make up for it?”

Again, heat flushed through Sarah’s face. “I couldn’t… I mean, I…”

“Please,” Evangeline pushed.

“I don’t know, I mean, you give me a free show every night,” Sarah tried to refuse, but Evangeline pouted.

“Please?”

Sarah’s heart melted like chocolate over a heated pan, dark and smooth like Evangeline’s voice. “I… I suppose coffee couldn’t hurt.”

“When I come to pick up the rabbit, then?” Evangeline asked.

“O-okay!” Sarah stammered. “I’ll, uhh, I’ll see you then!”

Evangeline smiled. “Until then, Sarah Daweson.” She turned to walk out. The bell at the front door of Sarah’s shop tinkled when the door opened.

Sarah stood, stunned, alone at her desk. She couldn’t stop smiling. Miss Evangeline Philips, she thought, repeating the name over and over.

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신발 끈을 묶는 일은 허름한 작업이지만 2023년에는 많은 돈 있는 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 남자들이 아침의 20초의 지루함을 말소했습니다. 1%의 개인 스타일리스트에 따르면 전염병 이후 C-suite 종류는 이사회실에 충분히 정교하면서도 캐시미어 잠옷만큼 편안한 슬립온 신발을 신고 있습니다.

끈 없는 신발은 그 편리함 때문에 "요즘 아주 아주 인기가 많다"고 전 세계 40~70세의 기업 헤비급 기업들에게 조언하는 런던의 스타일리스트 Milda Chellingsworth는 말했습니다. 로스엔젤레스의 스타일리스트인 카산드라 세티(Cassandra Sethi)는 매듭을 짓지 않아도 되는 CEO 유형의 슬립온에 대한 요청을 더 많이 받고 있습니다. "레이스가 없는 신발은 그들에게 정말 가치가 있습니다."라고 그녀는 말했습니다.

미들시(Middlesea)로 알려진 이 부동산은 2006년 3,750만 달러를 요구하는 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 매물 목록에 잠시 올랐지만 곧 시장에서 사라졌다고 윌리엄슨 씨는 말했습니다. 그녀는 그와 그의 아내 알렉시스 로데릭(Alexis Roderick)이 두 명의 어린 자녀를 키우고 있기 때문에 피아노 맨이 지금 매각을 고려하고 있다고 말했습니다. 플로리다에서 더 많은 시간을 보내고 있기 때문입니다. Joel 씨의 대변인은 논평을 위해 연락할 수 없었습니다.

Midtown Manhattan에서 동쪽으로 약 40마일 떨어진 작은 섬인 Center Island에 위치한 이 부동산은 Joel 씨의 고향인 Hicksville과 가깝습니다. 부동산의 중심은 약 20,000평방피트의 맨션입니다. 이 부동산에는 플로팅 도크, 객실이 있는 비치 하우스, 게이트 하우스, 야외 수영장 2개, 헬기 착륙장도 있다고 Williamson 씨는 말했습니다.

당신은 연약한 오래된 오락이 경기 속도를 가속화하기 위한 과감한 조치로 칭찬을 받고 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 있기 때문에 야구가 보기 드문 공개 신혼여행 중이라는 것을 알아차렸을 것입니다. 초기 수치는 인상적입니다. 2023년 평균 9이닝 야구 경기 시간은 단 2시간 38분으로 지난 시즌의 참을 수 없는 평균인 3시간 3분보다 거의 30분이 짧습니다.

실망이 어떤 느낌인지 알고 싶다면 부엌 찬장을 열고 1년 이상 된 들러붙지 않는 팬을 찾으세요. 내 경험상 아무리 유망하게 시작하더라도 붙지 않는 모든 팬은 박힌 음식 조각을 문질러 닦을 때까지 매끄러움을 잃습니다. 그러나 우리는 계속 구매합니다.

더블린 소재 그랜드 뷰 리서치(Grand View Research)의 지난해 시장 보고서에 따르면 전 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 세계 붙지 않는 조리기구 시장은 200억 달러 규모이며, 10년 후에는 250억 달러로 성장할 것으로 예상됩니다. 잡지 Cook's Illustrated에 따르면 미국에서 판매되는 모든 프라이팬의 70%는 일종의 논스틱 표면으로 코팅되어 있습니다. 왜 그런지는 나에게 미스테리입니다. 붙지 않는 조리기구에 사용되는 다양한 화학 물질의 안전성에 대해 걱정하지 않더라도 곧 실망할 것이라는 것을 알고 팬을 구입하는 것은 이상해 보입니다.

Robin Gannon은 "오랫동안 야외용 직물은 본질적으로 플라스틱에 불과했습니다."라고 말했습니다. 매사추세츠 주 렉싱턴의 디자이너는 요즘 실외용 가죽과 벨벳이 유연성 면에서 실내용 가죽과 경쟁한다고 말했습니다. 야외 공간을 아늑하게 만드는 또 다른 트렌드: 날카로운 엘보우 티크는 둥근 실루엣에 굴복하여 "야외 하드스케이프를 부드럽게 하고 손님이 앉아서 잠시 머물도록 초대할 것"이라고 캘리포니아 산 카를로스에 있는 회사인 Collected Interiors의 Ashley 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 Macuga는 말했습니다. 그 결과 외관은 마치 집의 일부처럼 느껴진다고 Ms. Gannon은 "지붕 없이" 말했습니다.

우리는 수백 명의 디자인 전문가를 조사했으며, 그들은 또한 주의해야 할 5가지 다른 특정 트렌드를 ��급했습니다. 플러스: 검소하든 안 하든 예산에 맞게 각 카테고리 내에서 쇼핑을 찾을 수 있습니다.

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왼쪽부터: Relax Cabana Daybed, $19,999, TeakAndTable.com; Malibu Metal & FSC Teak Daybed, $5,499, PotteryBarn.com 개인 리조트의 풀사이드에 있는 것처럼 느끼려면 카바나로 이동하세요(SPF 분사 도우미는 포함되지 않음). Teak + Table Outdoor Living과 Pottery Barn 버전의 카바나를 좋아하는 뉴욕시 디자이너 Tina Ramchandani는 "고객들은 누에고치와 같은 환경을 요구하고 있습니다."라고 말했습니다. "유연성을 선호하는 고객에게는 루버 칸막이, 개폐식 차양 및 커튼이 장점입니다."라고 그녀는 말했습니다. Ms. Macuga는 "그들은 사랑하는 사람들을 더 가까이 데려갈 수닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 있는 공간을 제공합니다."라고 말했습니다. 오른쪽에 있는 데이베드는 티크, 파우더 코팅 알루미늄 및 캔버스로 만들어졌으며 또 다른 2023년 트렌드인 디자이너가 질감을 가지고 놀 수 있는 혼합 재료의 예라고 시애틀 Massucco Warner의 Julie Kleiner는 말했습니다.

워싱턴 주재 슬로베니아 대사관은 논평 요청에 즉각 응답하지 않았다.

미국은 브라질에 서방에 대한 스파이 활동을 수행하면서 워싱턴에서 브라질 학생으로 위장한 혐의로 미국과 브라질 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 당국에 의해 기소된 러시아 스파이 혐의 세르게이 체르카소프(Sergey Cherkasov)를 인도해 줄 것을 브라질에 요청했습니다. 체르카소프 씨는 작년에 러시아로 인도되고 싶다고 말했고 모스크바의 마약 밀매 혐의를 인정했습니다.

37세의 체르카소프 씨는 지난해 10월 상파울루에서 브라질 신분증 위조 혐의로 체포돼 징역 15년형을 선고받았다. 러시아 정부는 마약 밀매 혐의로 그를 러시아로 인도할 것을 요구했습니다.

미국과 러시아 사이에 여러 사람과 때로는 두 개 이상의 국가가 관련된 더 복잡한 스왑에 대한 선례가 있습니다.

2010년 뉴욕 연방수사국 방첩요원들은 KGB의 해외 작전을 물려받은 러시아 해외정보국에서 일했던 10명을 체포했다. 미국 당국은 그들이 미국에서 신분을 가장한 잠복 요원으로 일해 왔으며 그중 일부는 수년 동안 정부 및 기업의 연락처에서 정보를 수집했다고 말했습니다.

두 정부가 거래에 대해 논의하면서 미국은 러시아에서 목표물을 식별하는 데 어려움을 겪었고 궁극적으로 세 명의 전직 KGB 장교와 비엔나의 활주로 활주로에서 대가로 받은 핵 과학자를 결정했습니다.

그룹 중에는 영국 해외 정보부에 비밀을 전달한 혐의로 13년 형을 선고받은 전직 러시아 정보관 세르게이 스크리팔이 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 있었습니다. 스크리팔 씨는 2018년 영국에서 희귀 신경작용제에 중독됐지만 살아남았다.

냉전 기간인 1962년 미국은 소련의 고위 간첩 루돌프 아벨을 소련 상공에서 격추된 정찰기 조종사 게리 파워스와 동독에 억류된 미국인 학생 프레데릭 프라이어와 교환했다.

그리고 1985년에 미국은 간첩 혐의로 수감된 23명을 위해 불가리아인 1명, 동독인 2명, 폴란드인 1명을 간첩 혐의로 수감된 23명과 교환했습니다.

러시아는 이전에 여러 러시아인을 미국에 구금하는 대가로 2020년 폭행 혐의로 9년형을 선고받은 미국인 트레버 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 리드(Trevor Reed)와 웰런(Whelan)을 석방할 용의가 있음을 표명했지만 그 제안은 흔들렸다고 회담에 정통한 사람이 말했습니다. .

대신 미국과 러시아는 병든 리드 씨를 미국에서 연방 교도소에서 복역하는 러시아 조종사와 교환하기로 합의했습니다.

WNBA 선수 브리트니 그리너는 10개월 동안 구금된 후 2022년 12월 러시아 감옥에서 풀려났습니다. 사진: 맷 요크/AP 통신 그때까지 미국 협상가들은 2022년 2월 우크라이나 침공 일주일 전에 러시아로 날아가 마약 혐의로 체포된 농구 스타 브리트니 그리너의 석방도 모색하고 있었습니다.

한때 러시아가 약 17g을 소지한 혐의로 2021년 8월 체포된 후 14년 형을 선고받은 학교 교사인 Mr. 의사가 퇴행성 척추 질환에 권장한 대마초.

미국은 인도주의적 근거로 모스크바에 펜실베니아 출신의 포겔 씨를 석방할 것을 요청했습니다.

그러나 그러한 열망은 좌절되었고 결국 2022년 12월 Griner는 무기 거래로 유죄 판결을 받은 러시아 사업가인 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 Viktor Bout와 거래되었습니다. Whelan 씨의 형제 자매들은 그가 세 번째로 뒤처지는 것이 두렵다고 말했습니다. 미국 관리들은 Griner 씨가 석방되었을 때 그들의 선택은 미국인 한 명을 집으로 데려오거나 아니면 한 명도 데려오지 않는 것이라고 말했습니다.

애플 AAPL -0.54% 감소; 빨간색 아래쪽을 가리키는 삼각형은 앞으로 몇 주 안에 역사상 가장 실험적이고 파격적인 제품인 스키 고글과 비슷하고 배터리 팩과 함께 제공되는 소위 혼합 현실 헤드셋을 공개할 것으로 예상됩니다. 문제는 말한다.

Apple의 출시 계획은 업계의 표준이 된 신제품에 대한 많은 전통과 규칙을 깨뜨립니다. 다른 Apple 제품과 달리 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 이 장치는 아직 실험 모드로 데뷔하고 있습니다. 애플은 애플 워치나 아이폰에 비해 헤드셋 채택이 더 느릴 것으로 예상하고 있다. 시장에 출시되기까지 7년의 개발 기간이 소요되는 이 제품은 지금까지 판매된 회사 중 가장 복잡한 소비자 제품 중 하나가 될 것입니다.

사모펀드 거물인 조시 해리스(Josh Harris)가 이끄는 그룹이 댄 스나이더(Dan Snyder)로부터 워싱턴 커맨더스(Washington Commanders)를 인수하기로 계약을 체결했다고 당사자들이 말했습니다.

조건에 정통한 사람들에 따르면 약 60억 달러에 팀을 매각하는 계약은 북미 스포츠 팀의 새로운 기록 가격을 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 설정합니다. 이러한 문제의 대부분은 팀과 리그에 대한 House 조사 중에 방송된 비난에 대해 NFL의 조사를 받고 있는 Snyder를 중심으로 이루어졌습니다.

핫한 하키 선수가 등장하는 로맨스 소설로 가장 잘 알려진 다작 작가 Elle Kennedy는 최근 자신이 야구계에서 가장 크고 잘생긴 스타 중 한 명에게 팬이 있다는 사실을 알게 되었습니다.

뜨거운 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 누누 아닙니다. "얼마나 멋진가!" 케네디 여사는 필라델피아 필리스의 지명타자이자 올스타 7회에 선정된 브라이스 하퍼가 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 GQ 매거진에서 저녁에 휴식을 취하기 위해 자신의 소설을 읽는 것을 즐겼다고 말했다는 말을 듣고 생각했던 것을 회상했습니다.

—미국은 러시아 시민을 구금하고 있는 국가들과 관계를 맺고 있으며 월스트리트저널 기자 에반 게르시코비치와 러시아에 구금된 다른 미국인들을 석방하기 위한 거래에 이들 수감자들을 포함시킬 수 있다고 미국 관리들이 말했습니다.

다방면의 다자간 교류는 4년 이상 동안 억류된 미시간 기업 보안 책임자인 폴 웰란을 석방하기 위해 러시아와 거래를 중개하려는 미국의 이전 노력을 방해했던 제약 중 일부를 깨뜨릴 수 있습니다.

또한 신중한 실행이 필요하며 어느 시점에서든 다양한 방식으로 무너질 위험이 있습니다.

미국 관리들은 미국이 부당하게 억류된 두 사람의 자유를 쟁취할 수 있는 가장 가능성 있는 길은 모스크바와의 포로 교환을 보고 있다.

국무부 대변인은 목요일 “폴과 에반의 석방을 확보하기 위해 진행 중인 작업을 고려할 때 협상 과정에 대한 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 구체적인 세부 사항은 제공하지 않을 것”이라고 말했다. “그러나 보다 광범위하게 우리는 부당 구금 사례를 논의하고 경우에 따라 석방을 위해 도움을 구하기 위해 전 세계 파트너와 정기적으로 교류합니다.”

미국은 미국이 가짜 또는 날조된 것으로 간주하는 혐의로 자국민을 투옥하는 적대국의 증가 추세와 씨름하고 있습니다. 어떤 경우에는 미국인의 석방을 보장하기 위해 양보를 협상했습니다.

그러나 러시아와 미국 관리들은 우크라이나 전쟁 및 기타 문제로 인해 관계가 계속 악화되고 있는 가운데 경쟁 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 초강대국과 협상을 벌이고 있습니다. 러시아는 미국인에 대한 대가로 다른 양보보다는 균형 잡힌 수감자 교환에 우선적으로 관심이 있음을 분명히 했다고 미국 관측통이 말했습니다.

미국의 가장 큰 문제는 혐의의 심각성, 징역 기간 또는 형량 또는 대중적 명성. 그러나 최근 몇 달 동안 많은 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 러시아인들이 슬로베니아와 브라질과 같이 미국과 우호적인 관계를 맺고 있는 다른 국가에서 스파이 활동을 한 혐의로 체포되어 기소되었습니다.

러시아는 또한 모스크바의 명령에 따라 베를린에서 전 체첸 반군 지도자를 살해한 혐의로 독일에서 종신형을 선고받은 러시아인 바딤 크라시코프에 대해 여러 지점에서 관심을 표명했다고 이 문제에 정통한 소식통이 전했습니다.

2020년 모스크바 법정에서 전 미 해병대원 폴 웰런. 사진: SOFIA SANDURSKAYA/MOSCOW NEWS AGENCY/ASSOCIATED PRESS Gershkovich 씨는 3월 29일 예카테린부르크 시에서 취재 여행 중 러시아 연방 보안국(FSB)에 의해 구금되었으며 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 저널과 미국 정부가 격렬하게 부인하는 간첩 혐의를 받고 있습니다. 구금 당시 게르시코비치 씨는 러시아 외무부로부터 러시아에서 기자로 일할 수 있는 인가를 받았습니다. 31세의 그는 모스크바의 레포르토보 교도소에 수감되어 재판을 기다리고 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 있습니다.

미 해병대 출신인 Whelan 씨는 2018년 12월에 체포되어 간첩 혐의로 체포되었을 때 친구의 결혼식에 참석하기 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 다시 보기 E10 티비 나무 위해 러시아에 있었습니다. 그는 유죄 판결을 받았습니다.

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태국이 일요일 투표를 앞두고 변화에 대한 갈망으로 불타오르는 젊은 유권자들의 "잃어버린 세대"는 권력의 지렛대에 대한 군대의 목 졸라매기, 심지어 왕실 개혁을 포함하여 이전에 금기시되었던 주제들을 계속 유지하고 있습니다.

5월 14일 여론조사는 2020년 청년 주도의 대규모 민주화 시위 이후 첫 번째이며, 2014년 군사 쿠데타로 선출된 정부가 축출되어 수십 년 동안 왕국의 격동적인 정치에서 끈을 잡아당긴 보수 파벌을 복원한 이후 두 번째입니다.

민주 동맹과 친군사 정당 사이에 오래된 전쟁터가 등장했지만 올해 선거의 중심에는 그들이 보기에 더 나은 태국 버전을 원하는 젊은 세대가 이끄는 싸움이 있습니다.

포퓰리스트 Pheu Thai와 진보적 Move Forward라는 두 정당이 정치에서 군대를 제거하기 위한 캠페인을 벌이면서 여론 조사를 주도하고 있습니다.

야당 푸타이는 산사태를 노리고 있다. 36세의 Paetongtarn Shinawatra는 당의 세 총리 후보 중 한 명이며 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회논란이 되고 있는 정치 왕조의 가장 최근에 경선에 나섰습니다.

전직 경찰이었던 그녀의 아버지 탁신은 억만장자 통신 재벌이 되었고 그녀의 이모 잉락은 군사 쿠데타로 축출된 정부를 운영했습니다. 둘 다 또한 망명 생활을 하고 있으며, 태국 법원은 그들이 부재하는 동안 부패 혐의로 감옥에 갇히게 됩니다.

태국의 시골과 도시 노동계급 사이에서 엄청난 인기를 누리고 있는 탁신 지지 정당은 2001년 이후 모든 선거에서 승리했습니다.

그러나 분석가들이 "게임 체인저"라고 설명하는 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 것은 Move Forward입니다.

처음으로 경쟁하는 당의 강령에는 태국의 보수적 기득권을 흔들겠다고 위협하는 급진적인 국가 개혁 의제가 포함되어 있습니다.

전진당(Move Forward Party) 지지자들이 4월 22일 태국 방콕에서 열린 캠페인 집회에서 전진당(Move Forward Party)의 지도자인 피타 림자로엔라트(Pita Limjaroenrat)를 지지하는 휴대전화 조명을 들고 있습니다. 전진당(Move Forward Party) 지지자들이 4월 22일 태국 방콕에서 열린 캠페인 집회에서 전진당(Move Forward Party)의 지도자인 피타 림자로엔라트(Pita Limjaroenrat)를 지지하는 휴대전화 조명을 들고 있습니다. Andre Malerba/Bloomberg/Getty 이미지 그것은 태국이 운영되는 방식에 대한 심층적인 구조 개혁을 약속하고 있습니다. 군사, 경제, 권력의 분권화, 심지어 이전에는 건드릴 수 없었던 군주제에 대한 개혁까지도 포함합니다.

출라롱콘 대학의 정치학자인 티티난 퐁수디락은 "[군주제가] 금기시되는 주제이기 때문에 태국에서 그것은 지축을 뒤흔들고 있다"고 말했다.

“그래서 이번 선거는 여느 선거와 다릅니다. 이번 선거가 지금까지 태국 선거에서 가장 중요한 이유다. 의제를 움직이고 있기 때문에 국경을 다음 단계로 옮기고 있습니다. 태국 문제의 핵심입니다.”

로이터 통신에 따르면 지난 주에 발표된 두 개의 개별 여론 조사에서 무브 포워드(Move Forward)의 대표인 피타 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회림자로엔라트(42)가 총리 후보로 선정됐다.

거리에서 투표용지까지 3년 전, 청년 주도의 시위가 동남아시아 국가를 휩쓸며 민주화와 군사 개혁, 헌법 개정, 그리고 가장 충격적인 것은 태국의 군주제 억제를 요구했습니다.

그 시위는 코로나19 팬데믹이 진행되는 동안 경찰의 진압과 수백 명의 체포로 끝났지만, 그들의 분노와 그로부터 탄생한 운동은 결코 사라지지 않았습니다.

그 시위자들 중 일부는 이제 내부로부터 변화를 일으키겠다고 맹세하면서 일요일 선거에 이의를 제기하고 있습니다.

30세의 Chonthicha Jangrew는 시위에서 눈에 띄는 고정물이었으며 현재 전진당(Move Forward Party)과 함께 의회 의석을 놓고 경쟁하고 있습니다.

“우리는 잃어버린 세대라고 생각합니다. 우리는 가장 중요한 시기에 권위주의 정부 아래에서 살았습니다.”라고 그녀는 말했습니다. "우리는 더 열심히 일해야 한다는 말을 반복적으로 들었지만 이 나라에서는 우리의 미래가 보이지 않습니다. 우리 집이나 차를 닥터 차정숙 10화 10회 사는 것은 여전히 어렵습니다."

Chonthicha는 군 예산과 규모 축소, 군 복무 폐지, 군 임명 상원 의원 제거, "국민에게 봉사하는" 새 헌법 초안 작성을 포함하여 당의 정책을 홍보하는 캠페인 경로에 나섰습니다.

그녀는 “좋고 안정적인 정치가 없으면 경제 문제를 해결할 수 없다”고 말했다. “좋은 정치가 있어야 국민을 위한 좋은 복지국가를 가질 수 있습니다. 특히 경제 및 환경 문제, 팬데믹, 기후 변화에 직면해 있기 때문입니다.”

2020년 11월 8일 태국 방콕에서 민주화 시위대와 학생 운동가가 왕궁으로 행진할 때 시위 지도자 Chonthicha Jangrew가 언론에 말했습니다. 그녀는 태국 정부가 인권과 표현의 자유를 존중하는 것을 보고 싶어합니다. 그리고 여기에는 형법 112조에 대한 개정이 포함됩니다.

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