#anyway the cream and gold are because she’s president and the red for the lines is because she’s prydonian

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

‘Lord president of the high council of the time lords. Romanadvoratrelundar of the house of heartshaven’

[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

Dance For All We’ve Been Through

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 1,771

Warnings: None

Summary: To stop a meteor hitting a small planet, the Doctor creates an elaborate plan involving a planet wide dance competition to stop it.

Request: I read in your tags that you were feeling fluff and I love how you write 11! Could you do 44 fluff with 11 please? and maybe with the Ponds there too? Prompt: “You’re an idiot” / “But I’m your idiot”

A/N: I don’t know what this is, I’m so sorry. This came from discussing Rick and Morty after a rehearsal in which there was a dance off.

The plan was bizarre – straight up weird, and, if it was anyone besides the Doctor, you would have had no faith that it would work.

Rory had finished drawing up a scaled version of the planet you were currently standing on. The planet was small - Pluto small, and a part of you wanted to cradle the drawing in your hands.

"How's this?" He asked, looking to Amy, then to you.

"It's good," you said, then, more of an aside. "I didn't know you could draw."

"We made him design all our aliens as kids,” Amy commented, and she leaned over Rory to get a better look at the map. "Where's the meteor supposed to hit?"

You had forgotten his name, but the president of the planet; a stocky man with a receding hairline, his purple face red from stress, hissed. "Don't say that so loud. If people know, it will cause a panic."

You groaned. "We've been through this. If we can't tell people, if we can't even tell your government-"

"We are not telling the government," he spat. He straightened, and you noticed his skin going back to a pale shade of purple. "My people are a fragile sort."

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to stifle your groan of frustration. He really wasn't making it easy.

The Doctor then ran into the room, and you almost cheered. The timing was perfect. You wouldn’t have to deal with the president now, the Doctor could. He would listen to the Doctor, everyone listened to the Doctor.

He came in to the sound of bells clattering against each-other, and you noticed that there actually were bells, draped over him like a sleigh bells. In fact, his whole body was decorated with an assortment of tinsel and lights. He looked like he was cosplaying a Christmas tree. "Almost done setting up the stage," he said. "How are we going in here?"

He was a strange dichotomy. In any other situation, you could image he would be grinning gleefully. The lights, the tinsel, the stage, the music, even, it was all up the Doctor's alley. Minus the planet destroying meteor.

His mouth, however, was pulled into a grim line.

It was the only clue you had that the Doctor was worried, too.

"Where's the meteor hitting?" Amy asked, with a slight pinch in her lips. She had noticed then, too.

"Oh it shouldn't be a problem," The Doctor waved to her, and his face morphed into a grin, which, by now, after all the times you had seen him do it, you knew wasn’t genuine. "All we need to do is move the planet by an inch or so, the meteor should fly right past."

“All we need,” the Doctor straightened and pointed to the three of you. “Is a dance move.”

“Ah,” you stared at your friends, who mirrored your blank expression.

Amy chewed her lip. “The macarena?”

You brightened. “Oh! That would be easy to teach everyone, it’s a classic!”

The Doctor physically slumped. “The macarena? Anyone can do the macarena,” he bumbled into the table, jingling away like a cheesy Christmas carol – which, why did you keep making Christmas metaphors – and came to your side.  He leaned over you, studying the map.

He was close, you could feel some of the tinsel brush against your shoulder. He traced his finger along the edge of the planet, and in doing so he inadvertently moved further into your space. It was… warm. Safe. “If we sink the planet down – essentially, that’s not what we’re actually doing, the meteor-“

The president hissed.

The Doctor ignored him. “-Should just fly overhead. It means we need a dance move with extra oomph, where everyone dances…” he trailed off, turning to you. “Together.”

The Doctors eyes were so close to yours, you could see little flecks of gold in the green of his irises – something you had never noticed before.

From the side, you thought you heard someone – Amy, say something about pushing someone together to kiss.

You heard Rory say something else, something about being against the rules of the bet.

You decided to ignore them both. There were more pressing matters anyway

“So a partnered dance?” You said.

“Hang on,” Rory said. “Dancing – why are we dancing?”

“Oh,” The Doctor clapped his hands. “I love this part.”

“The explaining why you’re oh so very clever part?” Amy supplied.

“Exactly,” The Doctor said. He brushed his hands across the map. “Now, because Mr. Mean Purple Man-”

“President Button,” the president huffed.

“-Won’t let us tell the public the danger, which, judging by how your bodies can spontaneously combust under mass stress, isn’t a bad idea, it means we need a discreet way of solving the issue.”

“So… dancing?” Rory said.

“Dancing,” The Doctor said. “You see, it’s experimental, but, if everyone were to jump at the same time, whilst we’re all in the air, the planet should move an inch or so, just from the sheer force of conflict against the planets gravity. Then, it’s tricky, because, when we land, it will either move the planet another inch or…”

“Or?” The president said.

“Or move the planet back.”

“Oh,” you said, dejectedly. The planet moving back would be bad. Very bad.

You tried to think of an idea. What would make the planet move. “Wait,” you said, forming an idea. “So if two people are holding each other when they jump, shouldn’t they be able to jump higher? It’s got to do with momentum, right?”

“Correctumndo Y/L/N!” The Doctor beamed at you. “And we need to make sure everyone jumps in appropriately…” The Doctor stared at his plans. “37 minutes. Easy.”

Which was how, half an hour later, you ended up standing on a stage in a broadcast directed to the entire planet.

The dance wasn’t too difficult, all things considered. It was, however, ridiculous.

It had all the traits that made the Doctor… outlandishly goofy. There was a move that involve the Doctors strange giraffe arms - which he delighted in making you do, and a twirl that involved the two of jumping together, holding each-others forearms. If it were any other saturation, you would have felt self-conscious, hell, you would have felt downright absurd.

You laughed lightly when he demonstrated the wavey arm giraffe move again. He was brilliant, but he was also such an idiot. You paused for a moment, watching as he addressed the camera.

He was wonderful.

Standing on the stage, in front of all those cameras, talking to millions of people, felt so strange. The bright TV lights blared down on you. They were hot, and, after demonstrating the dance a couple of times, you could feel a sheen of sweat form on your brow.

The Doctor checked his watch. He looked to you, his expression grim. You didn’t have much time now.

“Alright,” you said, addressing the camera’s. “To win the competition, you must do the dance in time with us,” you said. “It what we humans,” you gestured to the Doctor, who was completely not human. “Value above all else in dance.”

Also a lie.

Amy grinned at you from behind the camera. She gave you an encouraging thumbs up.

“We’ll dance with you,” you continued. “And, whoever has the best timing, will win!”

You had no idea if you were convincing, but it was the best you could do.

So you danced.

It was, honestly, a blur. The only thing you could concentrate on was on the Doctor. The way his arms held you as you moved, the way his eyes shone when he twirled you under the lights.

Finally, finally, as Rory called out time, you both jumped into the air, clutching each other as you did so. In the corner of your eye, you saw the crew, Amy and Rory, even the President, jump into the air, and…

It was incredible.

It was like you could hear it. The entire population move as one, the planet shifting underneath your feet. You wanted to close your eyes, hold your breath, in case the meteor did come and all of you were brutally killed in an instant.

But you didn’t, you couldn’t look away. Because the Doctor was right in front of you, looking at you so sure, so positive that this would work out. He looked at you like you were brighter than the lights shining above you.

Then, you landed.

And nothing happened.

Nothing at all.

A loud cheer erupted over the room, and you couldn’t help joining in.

Here was this man, with his ridiculous, mad plan.

And it had worked.

After everything, when the four of you had wandered back to the TARDIS, and the President had thanked you for the fourteenth time, the Doctor took your hand. "Well then, I'd say that was another success. Where to next? I know a planet that makes amazing ice cream."

Amy laughed. "That dance was ridiculous, it was worse than my wedding."

"Oi, I’ll have you know that I've won dance offs with that move," he did an awkward wave, which was only made worse since you didn't join in, so it stopped rather sadly by your hand.

You laughed brightly. “You’re an idiot.”

The Doctor grinned at you. "Yes, but I am your idiot.”

You paused, doing a double take. Did he just-

"Oh," the Doctor paled as three pairs of stunned eyes stared at him. "Did I say that out loud?"

You processed what he had said. That he was.. well, yours. That was… well, that was amazing, really.

You squeezed his hand. "Good," you said. "I can't very well have you running off and being an idiot on your own."

Rory stared at you blankly. There was a beat, then he spoke. "Did - did you two just become a couple?" He brightened. "Did I just win the bet?"

There was a thump and Rory doubled over, clutching his stomach. He hissed out Amy's name, and, when you turned to face her, she was standing there with large, doe eyes, completely oblivious to her husband. She looked the picture of innocence.

You didn't believe her for a second.

You stood on your tip toes and placed a delicate kiss on the Doctors cheek. His blush reached the tips of his ears. "Take me on a date and we'll see," you said, enveloped in a ball of confidence. "Space boy." You squeezed his hand and winked at Amy, before stepping into the TARDIS.

From the outside, you thought you heard someone cheer.

It put a small smile on your face.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x Reader  (Chapter Summary- At a party, Keanu and Y/n meet for the first time and here, more than ever, first impressions count.)  Warnings- Age-gap, sexual insinuations (Releases on Wednesdays)

Chapter 1

Y/n never understood it, how she could manage to feel so alone in a crowd so big. Even with friends, the center of attention, just as she had been for so much of her life; the girl who everyone liked, who everyone wanted to be. The offspring of a socialite and the president of a company that ran the world’s fastest growing hotel and resort chain, rubbing elbows with the best of almost every industry. She came from a long line of old money, the finest of everything at her fingertips, being raised to be as influential as her parents, attending the parties, the fashion shows, taking the vacations. Y/n should have been happy, it was the optimum of the American dream and she hadn’t done a thing to deserve it. It was merely the luck of birth. She should have been happy, but she wasn’t, not really. Empty, maybe; she always had a hard time finding the same joy her parents had. 

Things had gotten a little better after Y/n had returned from college, re-integrating into the life, but to say that she was truly happy would still be a reach. Sure, her empty laughs weren’t as hollow and her persistent frown had turned into a line, usually painted in deep red, but that was about it, at the end of the night, when everyone left their house, Y/n still just as lonely as she was when they were there. 

“The guest list this time is insane,” someone said beside her, her cousin, just about five years older; Jillian. They usually found each at events like that, sticking together, with Jillian typically being the one to pull Y/n into crazy escapades that otherwise weren’t allowed.

Summoning a wide grin that she hoped would reflect pride, Y/n turned to Jillian, who looked much like herself. If their families weren’t so famous, if everyone didn’t know them, people might mistake them for sisters. A beautiful pair, who had been as genetically blessed as they were in every other way, had grown up extremely close, their families’ kinship intertwined; their fathers were brothers and their mothers were sisters, because after all, money was usually only ever attracted to money. At least, that was what they had learned. “It is,” Y/n nodded, “My mom met some people in Paris a few months ago, when she was there for fashion week. Some of the models brought their boyfriends.”

“Ohhh,” Jillian sang, “They must be the hot guys holding the purses. You think their open to infidelity?”

“What about Robert?” Y/n laughed quietly, for real that time. Robert was Jillian’s fiancée, but if they lived in nineteenth century, he might have been called her betrothed, with their relationship coming from family politics rather than love. He was a handsome man, probably in his early thirties, though his snotty demeanor and constant scowl had added another five years to his age. Robert’s family, like their own had descended from riches, and he was set to inherit millions in addition to a chain of companies. His still new relationship with Jillian, which had been an arranged one, was what their parents liked to call a “good match” and if Y/n didn’t start looking soon, she might be half of the next one. 

“What about him?” Jillian scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Rob usually has a stick so far up his ass that he’s blinded to everything else. Besides, he’s terrible in bed. We tried once and he kept licking my cheek.”

“That’s....really fucking weird,” Y/n cringed, walking arm in arm with Jillian around the edges of the room as they surveyed the crowd, or rather, its selection of men. Looking around, one might have thought that money could by looks; most of the people there, especially the ones around their age were gorgeous; from models to movie stars along with other, pretentious looking faces filled the Y/n’s home. Some lingered in the grand foyer while several others had gathered in the dining room and in the living room on the other side. “He’s hot,” Y/n pointed out a man near one of the bars, holding a wine glass, talking with an older couple. 

Jillian hummed in agreement, “He is,” she giggled, “And look at his hands, that means he has a big dick, right?”

Y/n shrugged, “I guess, but I thought it was shoe size,” she frowned, in all actuality, stumped on the issue.

“I don’t know. But at this point, it doesn’t matter, I just need to get laid,” Jillian grabbed Y/n’s hand, their fingers lacing as they placed their wine glasses on the table, “Come on,” she pulled her along towards their prey.

Keanu stood near a set of stairs, caught in conversation with people he didn’t even know. He didn’t know why he had accepted the invitation, maybe it was because when his manager had gotten the call, his publicist had insisted it wasn’t an invitation he could reject. They were too much of a prominent family, not going might have seemed like a snub which would only mean months of bad press. 

So, there he was, faking smiles and pretending to like everyone. Keanu had only been there for about an hour, and he had yet to meet the hosts but already he could tell he wouldn’t like them. Who threw black tie parties in the middle of he week without any foreseeable cause anyway? Worse yet, their house screamed��‘pretentious snobs’; reflecting the highest levels of French luxury. Walls lined with art from internationally famed artists framed shiny marble floors which in turn surrounded a grand staircase with a glittering chandelier hanging above. Two hallways stretched into a seemingly never-ending distance and the rooms on either side of the foyer were enormous, decked with imported furniture and cream and gold embellishments. It was the kind of place that made people scared to sit anywhere, that looked as if it belonged in a magazine or on display. There was no personality, no one thing that might reminded the guests that it was a family’s home.

Keanu couldn’t wait to get home, and hopefully, never get invited to another one of their parties ever again. With a heavy sigh, he wiggled his way out of yet another polite conversation, “Excuse me,” he cleared his throat, already stepping away, “I’m gonna head to the bar.” His leave was greeted with stiff nods, polite smiles and empty promises that they would all talk soon. 

Keanu journeyed to the bar, carefully avoiding any other interaction; he didn’t think he could stand anymore eye-rolling conversation without some sort of intoxicating buffer. 

As Y/n scurried to follow Jillian her hand had eventually slipped out of her cousin’s. Gigging too much to pay attention to her surroundings, she ran straight into someone, “Oh my god,” she gasped, barely evading their spilt drink; her mother might have had a heart attack if Y/n ruined her brand new dress, it had been a gift from the designer himself. For a minute, she watched as the whiskey made a pool near the edges of the navy blue silk and Y/n even had to lift her dress a little to spare it. Thankfully though, the glass hadn’t fallen too, else that might have been worse. With her eyes still cast to the floor, she was given the opportunity, Y/n was given the opportunity to look at the other party’s shoes; a pair of worn brown boots that looked like they were more suited to hiking as oppsed to attending elaborate parties in Beverly Hills, “I’m so sorry about that,” Y/n mumbled, her eyes travelling up, settling on his face. She almost had to stifle a gasp, never in a million years would she expect to see him at one of her parents’ parties, it didn’t seem like his style. Then again, she didn’t know him, not personally. Longish dark hair framed a handsome face, ending just above broad shoulders and his trimmed beard peppered with hints of grey handsomely complimented chocolate eyes. You’d have to be living under a rock to have never heard of him. Keanu Reeves.

He smiled at her warily, finding it a little cute that she stood several inches below him, “It’s fine,” he waved her off, “Maybe I’ve had too much anyway.”

Y/n chuckled quietly, shaking her head, “If you’re not leaving drunk, then I can assure you; you haven’t.”

“Is that so?” Keanu cocked a curious eyebrow, “What makes you say that?” Even as he spoke to her, Keanu found that the girl before him seemed oddly familiar, like he had seen her before. She was beautiful too, the kind of gorgeous that didn’t go unnoticed, still, he couldn’t quite place her face.

“Well,” she began, not in the slightest bit star-struck or phased that she was in the company of one of the world’s most famous movie stars- Y/n had had her her fair share of famous meets, “That’s what these parties are for. There’s propbaly more booze than there is water here tonight, and there are three pools in this place, so if you aren’t getting drunk, it’s all a waste.”

“You don’t seem drunk,” Keanu shot back, his handsome features taking on an interested smirk.

Y/n chortled, rolling her eyes, “Not yet.”

At that, Keanu scoffed; for a girl probably no more than twenty five, she sure seemed to have some fire in her. For a minute, they both just stood there, drinking each other in, and when he could barely hold her challenging stare for any longer, Keanu offered his hand, “I’m-”

“I know who you are Mr. Movie Star,” Y/n took his hand, her own easily dwarfed by his, giving it a slow, firm shake. It took a beat, but Y/n finally relented, ready to give up her own name when she was rudely interrupted by Jillian ‘rounding back towards them.

“Hey,” she greeted, smiling as she looked between them and Y/n reclaimed her hand, “You’re mom’s looking for you. She’s in the living room.”

Y/n sighed reluctantly, “Alright, to be continued?” She glanced to Keanu, cocking an eyebrow.

“Sure,” he obliged, watching carefully as she and the other woman, who looked much like her, they must have been sisters, he thought as they disappeared into the sea of people.

”Mom?” Y/n called as Jillian deserted her in search of more male entertainment.

“Honey!” Her mother returned cheerily, her father holding out an arm, pulling Y/n into a sideways hug, “We’ve been looking for you.”

“I’ve heard,” Y/n responded coolly, “What for?”

“Why else?” Her father was in a jovial mood, a sign that the alcohol had already shaken of his usual seriousness, “Our guests need to meet the future president of Warren Enterprises!” He explained, as if it were already plainly obvious, “Come on” with one arm draped loosely over her shoulder and the other secured around her mother’s waist, Y/n’s, father led them to and up the first landing of the stair case.

Loudly, he cleared his throat and clinked his glass with a spoon someone from the wait staff had provide. Y/n’s mother stood close to his side, smiling warm and proud, her hands circling his middle. Y/n’s scanned the crowd, for some reason, stopping when they locked with those of a familiar celebrity. From where she stood, she could almost see his mouth ‘o’ with recognition and she had to bite back a sly smile. When he had almost everyone’s attention,  her father began, “Goodnight ladies and gentlemen and thank you for taking the time to join us tonight. Most of you know probably know my family and I, but for those of you who don’t; I’m Michael Warren and beside me, is my beautiful wife, who’s way out of my league; Heather Warren,” Y/n’s mother blushed, lightly slapping her husband’s chest. Nearly thirty years of marriage and they were still every bit it love, depending on the day, Y/n would either find it extremely sweet or nauseatingly annoying. After he had quickly kissed her cheek, Michael continued, “And finally, we have the apple of my eye, our greatest achievement and the future president of the Warren chain of companies; Y/n Warren, my daughter,” at that, the crowd erupted in a round of polite applauses. When they died down he kept going, “In a few years, I know that Y/n will lead the Deliciae hotels, along with all our other endeavors  towards greater excellence, as she has done with everything else.”

Michael raised his glass and Y/n nodded in thanks, trying to ignore the bubbling anxiety that usually came with the thought of having to take her father’s place one day. As an only child, it was obvious that she’d be the one to do it, it was a fact that she had been sure of since she was twelve, but it never made knowing  easier. Sure, she had gotten a degree from an ivy league school, graduating at the top of her class, she was being trained for it everyday, shadowing her father since her return from Philadelphia a few months back, but still, Y/n didn’t think there was enough education or training in the world that could ready her for running a multi-billion dollar company. “To Y/n,” the words broke Y/n out of her thoughts and she forced herself to smile, whispering a quiet thanks as everyone rose their glasses

Not long after, everyone dispersed again, the quiet hum of chatter all around filled the house once again. Excusing herself from the company of her parents, with shaking, nervous breaths, Y/n decided that she needed some air and a drink. Collecting a glass of champagne from one of the trays being carried around by a waiter, she hustled towards the nearest patio door at the side of the dining room. Waiting until she had burst through the wide screen doors, cool air hitting her like a much needed slap in the face before her breathing grew heavy and ragged. As the panic from in the troubling thoughts grew in her chest, she fought burning tears, trying desperately not to sob right then and there.

“Are you okay?” A familiar male voice asked, coming from the side.

Y/n almost jumped at his question, turning wide eyed to find Keanu coming out from a dark patch near the bushes, tossing a cigarette to the cobble stoned ground, putting it out with the toe of his boot. Quickly, she turned away, downing the contents of her glass and swiping under her eyes, “Yeah,” she nodded stiffly, her voice breaking just a little, “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” he commented casually, stuffing his hand into his pockets as he stepped closer, “That’s a lot of pressure for a.....”

“Twenty-three,” Y/n provided her age with a huff, sniffling, embarrassed that Keanu had caught her on the verge of tears.

“For a twenty-three year old. That’s what’s bothering you, right?” He smiled sympathetically and Y/n’s face fell a little further, admitting he was right. Keanu rubbed the back of his neck nervously, feeling a little ridiculous for checking her out when they had first met. She was just a kid, way too young to be worrying about keeping a business of that size successful and worse, too be befriending a man his age. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/n scoffed a laugh that didn’t really have any humor behind it, “No.” Casting her gaze towards the awning land that spanned about a mile before it was blocked off by a high wall, she discarded her empty glass on the near by outdoor table. “I don’t know,” she shook her head, “I guess, I always knew that I’d have to do it one day. I mean, they aren’t gonna be around forever, but just knowing, thinking about it.....it’s horrifying. I’ve never even planned a birthday party or a family dinner I can’t run a company.”

“Maybe you can’t,” Keanu shook his shoulders, going to stand next to her, sure to leave an arm’s length between them, “Maybe you’re gonna suck. You could fuck it up, run the whole thing into bankruptcy, lose all your family’s money. You could do so terribly that all people will associate with you is failure.”

Y/n’s jaw slacked and her eyes widened with horror, “Well that’s not helping,” she scoffed, her lips quivering ever so slightly.

“You’re right, it’s not. But it’s also what you’re telling yourself. That you can’t do it. And you’re right to think it, because it is a real possibility. But you know what else is a possibility?” Keanu folded his arms, turning to face her.

When he didn’t offer anything further, Y/n loosely mirrored his stance, tilting her head, “What?”

“That you kick ass and you become one of the best presidents that your family’s company has ever seen,” when Y/n finally smiled at the positive thought, Keanu did too, pleased with himself that he had seemingly managed to help her mood. Then he continued, that time a little lighter, “Or you know, you at the very least, manage to keep it afloat.”

Y/n huffed a quiet laugh, playfully slapping his shoulder, “A plus advice,” she complimented as she grinned a little wider, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, but I don’t give advice,” he brushed off.

“Ohh?” Y/n raised her brows, curious, “So what was that?”

Keanu shrugged uneventfully, “Thoughts,” once again, he returned his gaze to the far off wall.

“Well whatever you call it, thank you,” Y/n said once again and they fell into comfortable silence.

For a while, they just stood there, but eventually, Keanu abruptly announced, “You know, I don't think we’ve been formerly introduced. Keanu Reeves,” he held out his hand.

Biting back a smile, Y/n once again took Keanu’s hand, marveling in how they could be soft and calloused at the same time, “Y/n Warren. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Keanu beamed, “I knew that you looked familiar.”

“Yeah? Y/n giggled, her hold on his hand steady, “Do you know me from that time I got drunk in Bali on Spring break or that ridiculous family of the year article on my parents?”

“Both good references,” Keanu agreed, finally putting together all the places where he had gotten a glace at her name or a peek of her picture somewhere on the internet, “But it was actually on that Time’s piece on top 20 heirs of the decade. If I remember correctly; you liked double chocolate ice-cream and your first car was a red BMW for your eighteenth birthday”

“Good memory,” Y/n giggled, her eyes sparkling, “But it was actually a Mercedes for my sixteenth birthday.”

Keanu nodded wistfully, rubbing his fingers through his beard, “That’s.....just as fancy. Mine was a Volvo,” his tone was light and teasing, highly unlike the annoyance she’d get from people who never saw past the money.

Y/n joined his quiet laugher, sighing as it died down. “What are you doing here anyway? No offense, but you’re not the kind of guy that I expected to see at one of these things.”

“And what kind of guys do you usually expect to see?” Keanu probed, admittedly interested in what Y/n meant.

“Arrogant pricks,” she offered bluntly, “But you,” she squinted dramatically, “You don’t seem arrogant, or like a prick.”

“Thanks?” Keanu chuckled, “I stayed at one of dad’s hotels a couple months ago and we met. It was probably for just a couple minutes, but I got then invitation about two weeks ago and my publicist basically said that I had no choice in the whole thing. So,” he gestured widely with outstretched arms, “Here I am.”

“Here you are,” Y/n mirrored, blushing for a reason that she couldn’t point out. It usually took a lot to make her blush, but something about Keanu made it easy, or maybe it was the alcohol. 

“So you were forced,” Y/n mused, “I can totally relate.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Keanu chortled, trying to ignore how much more beautiful Y/n seemed now that she was smiling. 

Y/n snorted in a way that her mother might have deemed ‘unbecoming’, “You think I wanted to spend my Wednesday night talking about proposals and mergers? And worse yet, how available everyone’s son is,” Y/n’s eyes rolled at just the thought of all the conversations she had had that night, about how much time she had spent running around with Jillian dodging anyone with a single son her age.

Keanu’s head fell back in laughter and Y/n thought, that for a man old enough to be a father, she was immensely glad that he wasn’t, considering how attractive he was. Rugged handsomeness; Y/n had seen the movies and the pictures, Keanu had aged like expensive whiskey, if only she could have a taste. “People have been trying to set you up?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Minus the pony show, it kind of felt like a county fair.” Their laughter eventually became reduced to twined smiles and as the space between them lessened, “I’m not interested their type though.”

“Their type?” Keanu’s brows furrowed, “What’s their type?” He licked his lips, looking down at her close to his chest, as much as he had resisted it, Keanu had drawn closer to her. God, his mind whispered as their close proximity clouded his thoughts, she’s so beautiful, a doll wrapped up in fine silk. 

“Boys,” her voice had grown hoarse, in a throaty whisper, “I don’t like boys, they’re so.....immature and inexperienced.”

Keanu hummed in a agreement, “Sounds like you need a man.”

“It does, doesn’t it? A man with experience, who knows what he’s doing,” as she spoke, Keanu’s hand went to her waist, running the side of her torso before going around her, settling on the small of her back.

“Aren’t you something?” Keanu chuckled lowly, Y/n a little closer, “And here I was thinking you were a good girl.”

Y/n gaze darkened and she smiled suggestively, “Is that what you want me to be?”

All the alarms in his head had started to go off by then. She’s too young, half of his mind insisted, but every other part of him pushed him to submit, to kiss her and then some. Y/n looked so delectable, already in his arms, pressed to him. Keanu could feel her heat through the barrier of their clothes and the inviting view of her cleavage aided by the low cut of a dress that didn’t allow for a bra wasn’t really helping either. “Fuck no,” he breathed, his hand sliding a bit lower, cupping her backside. Keanu would have liked to think, that by all counts, he was a pretty decent guy. The kind that followed the rules and didn’t typically grab a girl’s ass an hour after meeting her, but Y/n was so enthralling that she was reminding him that under the right, or rather; the wrong circumstances, he could be anything but decent.

Licking her lips one last time, Y/n’s arms circled Keanu’s neck and without another word, he leaned down, his lips hovering a bare centimeter away from hers. It was a hair away from happening, and Y/n knew that she wasn’t ready for it to end there. She could feel his breath on her face and she cocked her head to the side to get a better angle, closing her eyes as she did. 

“I have terrible timing, don’t I?” And just like that, they sprang apart, both sucking in nervous breaths. Y/n’s hand went to clutch her chest, ignoring the sinking feeling she got as the moment got further and further away. 

“Jill?” Y/n groaned, disappointed. 

“Sorry,” she cringed, “You two were in the middle of something. My bad,” Jillian held up her hands defensively, “I swear I wouldn’t have interrupted if it wasn’t important.”

“Okay,” Y/n nodded and when Jillian didn’t go on, she gestured with her hands, Well, what is it?”

“Oh yeah! Um, they need you inside.....it’s urgent,” for another minute, Jillian lingered in the doorway, her eyes flicking between them, “Well, I’ll give you two a minute and meet you inside. Okay? Okay, I’m going now,” she waved awkwardly.

Once again nervous, Keanu stuttered, “You should....”

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded hurriedly, “I need to.....get......I’ve gotta go,” she shook her head, scurrying off.

With a heavy sigh, Keanu ran his hands though his hair. Half of him was disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to at the very least kiss her, while the other was relived that he hadn’t, the former being a little more overwhelming. Turning on his heel, he was trying to clear his head, when he heard the clicking of heels behind him, “For the record, you know where I live, and I’ll be here tomorrow if you’re still interested.”

“Alone?” He offered a intrigued smile.

“Completely,” Y/n winked, once again hurrying off. At her final exit, Keanu scoffed, still smiling, she really was something, and he could already tell that Y/n was up to no good. 

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          so i wrote a drabble for ben dying to start off peter’s bio,  but just in case u haven’t read it,  here it is as a post.     scroll over the links for some flavor text  !     trigger warning for gun violence  &  death.

         Your name is Peter Benjamin Parker.     You live with your Aunt May &.   Uncle Ben.     You are in 4th grade &.   you are 9 years old ─   though you were usually quick to remind Aunt May that you were 9 years &.   183 days old,  but who was counting anyways  ?     You were going to a mall with your Uncle Ben,  a new line of Iron Man toys had become available,  &.   you just couldn’t wait for your birthday.     After all,  Iron Man was your idol,  you would always proudly announce in school that you knew everything about the multibillionaire cool guy Tony Stark ─   &.   you could always prove that claim too.     Your walls were plastered in posters of Iron Man,  you had more t - shirts than you could count,  for almost every single non-Iron-Man themed toy you owned,  you had at least three Iron Man action figures.     Of course when you found out there was going to be a Tony Stark figurine with that iconic red &.  gold suit that could fire blue pellets to mimic his awesome Repulsor Rays,   you begged your aunt &.   uncle to take you to the strip mall plaza four blocks away.     Aunt May had things to do,  she was a working woman &.   as much as she loved you,  she couldn’t drop everything to take you so you could buy a toy,  no matter how much you claimed you would die without it.     But  !     Uncle Ben,  being the kind man that he was,  was more than happy to indulge your childish whims.

So he took you to the mall.

        People always said you were a talkative kid,  once you got going about something you would never stop.     You had once gotten a mark on your report card because,  though you were an excellent student,  you simply talked too much  &.   would often distract your less attentive peers.     You would entrance them with stories about superheroes,  recounting the thrilling stories of Iron Man’s conquests with vivid detail,   often including your own metahuman characters into the mix.     After all,   who would know  ?     Though as a 3rd grader, your story - telling skills had been somewhat lacking,  that didn’t stop your tales from being more exciting than Christopher Columbus  (  ugh  ).     When you got called down to the principal’s office for causing such a disturbance with your endless yapping,  Uncle Ben took one look at your puffy red eyes &.   tear - stained cheeks &.   rather than yell at you,  he began to laugh.     Now,  from time to time,  he would call you Motormouth,  &.   during the ride to the mall you were certainly living up to your title.         Being a young boy,  you assumed that whatever May &.   Ben were watching on TV would be an old person show.     Something like golf or The History Channel,  something boring like that ─   but sometimes you would be lucky enough to catch the news with your two guardians,  &.   although you didn’t care much for this “ Paul Ittix ” guy &.   his relation to the president,  you did get to catch glimpses of the exciting life of Tony Stark.     Of course,  Uncle Ben was always in the room with you,  but that never stopped you from talking about the most recent Iron Man story with so much passion that you would think Ben had never even heard the name before.     When you ran out of things to talk about,  you would make up your own stories,  imagining what life as Iron Man was like  :   fighting bad guys,  getting to meet other superheroes,  having enough money to buy all the ice cream in the world  !     It sounded like paradise to your little 9 year old sensibilities.     Through all your blabbering,  Ben listened patiently,  offering “ oohs ” &.   “ ahhs ” when appropriate,  nodding sagely with occasional interjections of “ really ? ” to further stoke the flames of your impassioned rant about Tony Stark.     He only ever breaks your pacing when the car is parked,  gently ruffling your hair  &.   laughing as you swat away his hand with your smaller ones.

“ We’re here,  you can stop now Petey. ”

        But then again,  what kind of kid didn’t like malls  ?     A weird one,  you bet.     The strip mall was such a magical place,  just a collection of buildings made specifically to buy anything  &.   everything  (  as far as your young mind was concerned anyways  ).     While you found that the Subway wedged in between a SuperCuts  &.   a dilapidated East - Asian grocery was palatable,  your real heart &.  soul could be found in the tiny little toy store at the very end of the parking lot.     It was nothing to look at,  really,  cramped &.  overcrowded with random doodads &.  gizmos.     The newer toys were always stocked in the shelves up front as to draw attention, but they rarely did.     Most people would fly to the Toys-R-Us a short ways away to get their newly minted Iron Man merch,  but you had learned early from May &.   Ben that the greatest things came from unexpected places.     You weren’t the only kid who loved superheroes  (  although you were wholly convinced that you loved them the most  )  so you knew that such a new &.   exciting toy would have flown off the shelves ages before you were able to get there.     This tiny corner store was the best shot you had at getting what you needed when you needed it.         Your pudgy face smushes up against the glass as your eyes scour the front of the shop to try &.   find the Iron Man toy.     Upon finding that they were not on display, you dash inside without so much as waiting for Ben to lock the car door.     A pleasant jingle echoes through the store as you enter,  followed soon after by your exasperated uncle.     The weathered face behind the tall counter smiles down at you as you come rushing inside,  Mr. Stacy knew you two very well.     He was often the one who had to listen to your poor guardians complain about their aching wallets every single time they came to buy you another trinket or plaything.     He would always laugh good-naturedly &.   offer a discount,  which both May &.   Ben would refuse.     You offer the owner a friendly wave  &.   a beaming smile before hurriedly spouting off an explanation for your visit this time.     Ben pats your shoulder &.   hushes you,  though Mr. Stacy doesn’t seem to mind.     He gestures to the back of the store &.   your face lights up like a tree on Christmas morning.

“ They just came in,  they should still be in the boxes.  ”

        Your little legs trip over nearly everything as you dash to the back of the store &.   to a storage closet tucked away into the far corner.     There was a lock,  of course,  but Mr. Stacy had taught you a trick.     You grip the doorknob tightly,  twist,  &.   shove as hard as you can.     The lock comes loose  &.   the door swings open, revealing boxes lined up against the walls.     Unable to handle your excitement,  you dive in,  tearing up the cardboard &.   even going as far as to chew through the bitter packing tape to access the contents within.     Your opening of the boxes is  .  .  .   somewhat rabid,  &.   the noise of tearing cardboard drowns out the jingle of the bells announcing that someone has arrived inside the shop.     You wouldn’t have cared anyways as your labor comes to fruition,  lifting a colorfully packaged action figure over your head like a trophy.     It’s everything you’d imagined it would be  !     Shiny &.   new &.   somewhat inaccurate in its depiction of your hero  (  though you would only notice six years later that this doll made Tony Stark seem a little wild - eyed ).         There’s a moment where a tiny voice in your head tells you to slow down &.   wait until Uncle Ben actually pays Mr. Stacy for the toy,  but you only listen to it when you cut your finger on a thin edge of the plastic.     You hardly notice the tiny trickle of blood,  instead dashing out of the storage closet &.   racing back towards the counter.     The sooner the transaction was over,  the sooner you could head home &.   have May open the darn thing for you.     You can see the top of your Uncle’s head over some of the lower shelves,  &.   you wave to catch his attention ─   but he doesn’t notice.     You furrow your brows &.   get closer,  continuing to wave to try &.   get the man’s attention.     When all else fails,  you take in a deep breath  &.   yell for your uncle.

BANG.

        The first shot makes your ears ring &.   your world seems to be moving much slower than you remember,  or maybe it’s just because you’re having trouble processing what’s happening around you.     There’s a lot of yelling going on,  Uncle Ben seems to be wrestling with a man you’ve never met before.     You can’t quite make out his face past all the grime &.   dirt but you’re certain that he’s not someone that your family knows.     They’re holding something,  the both of them,  it reminds you of how Harry  &.   Curt were fighting over that toy truck during free time.     Uncle Ben &.   Aunt may had told you that sharing is caring,  though,  so that didn’t make any sense at all.     Mr. Stacy seems to be distressed too,  he’d holding a phone &.   yelling into it,  even from this distance you can see his hands shaking.     Some dust flutters down from the plaster ceiling &.   into your face,  so you drop the toy you had been holding to rub at your eyes.     The plastic clatters against the yellowed linoleum.     Then another shot reverberates through the tiny shop,  scaring you to attention.         Your eyes meet Ben’s but something is wrong,  his face is contorted in an emotion you can’t quite recognize &.   then you realize he isn’t really looking at you.     Rather,  he seems to be looking past you.     Where  ?     You’re not really sure.     But it scares you.     The man who had been wrestling with Uncle Ben before suddenly seems uncomfortable,  frightened.     Ben’s gaze starts to get lower &.   lower,  &.   you realize he’s falling.     The man curses,  turning  &.   sprinting through the doors without a second thought,  &.   as the bells ring,  everything starts to move at a normal pace.         Terror suddenly grips your tiny heart &.   you burst into tears at the chaos that had just ensued.     Instinctively you run towards your uncle,  seeking comfort in his warm hugs  &.   that gentle,  familiar voice telling you that everything would be okay.     Wailing,  you stop by Ben,  who was still laying on the floor.     Your shoes splash in something but you can’t be bothered to look,  you’re too busy kneeling by your uncle,  pulling on his shirt &.   begging him to take you home.     You’re scared,  you want to go to Aunt May,  you want to sit there &.   watch Back to the Future with her &.   Uncle Ben,  this was scary &.  you didn’t like it anymore.         When Ben doesn’t respond,  you manage to stop your torrential downpour of tears for long enough to see that he’s closed his eyes.     For a moment your dismay is put to the side by annoyance &.   you shake your uncle,  convinced that he was playing dead or maybe he was asleep.     Perhaps this was some kind of elaborate prank &.   he would wake up any minute now to tell you that this was just a big joke because you couldn’t wait to get your stupid toy.     You shake him harder,  &.   this time you make sure to say that this was a stupid joke &.   that it wasn’t funny.     Ben still doesn’t respond.     So you do the same thing again :   shake,  reprimand,  wait.     Then again.     &.   again.      &.   again.         About the sixth time around you begin to get more desperate,  no longer shaking gently or prodding,  you begin to try &.   jostle the man as much as possible.     You resort to using your tiny fists to pound uselessly at his chest,  once again starting to sob as Ben remains silent despite your best efforts.     Heaving &.  short of breath,  you lay your head against his chest,  &.   you realize how exhausted you are.     Your sweat even made his shirt feel damp &.  somewhat sticky against your cheek.     You sniffle &.   sob hoarsely,  fingers clutching onto your uncle like a lifeline as you rest your head against him.     You can hear something inside of his chest,  a faint ba - thump that seemed distant,  a weak noise that seemed to be struggling to make itself known to the world.     You think about those lazy Sunday mornings where you would lay on top of Uncle Ben &.   the both of you would take a nap in the warm sun under May’s watchful eye.     You remember falling asleep to the strong pulsing rhythm of his beating heart &.   your grip on your uncle tightens.         Over where you had been standing,  exposed wiring crackles &.   pops loudly &.   a few sparks flutter down just far enough for you to catch it in your periphery.     You flinch at the noise,  it was somewhat alarming but the shock of it had passed quickly enough.     You listen hard for the faint beat of Ben’s chest again  .  .  .     Ever - so - slightly you lift your gaze &.   catch a glimpse of the toy you were supposed to come here to buy today.     It’s laying forgotten in the aisle, in the midst of little chunks of plaster.     The light illuminating the glimmering new plastic flickers ominously &.   you wonder what would have happened if you could have just waited for your birthday.

You can’t hear anything.

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Wet Rat

By Paul Teodo and Tom Myers

The following is an excerpt from the forthcoming novel Cross Fit by Paul Teodo and Tom Myers.

I SPENT THE NEXT COUPLE HOURS REVIEWING HVAC SPECS FOR THE OR WITH MY FACILITIES GUY, Joe Spanski, a bald, thick armed, second generation Pole from a family of Warsaw brick masons. He told me it was impossible. “Boss, it’s cooling, not refrigeration. Them people in there are alive, it ain’t the morgue.”

“That’s what he wants. Fifty-eight degrees.”

Spanski gave me a sly look. “Have you seen his wife?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“She looks dead. Maybe he likes ‘em cold.”

She did look dead. “Thanks Joe, so we can’t get any lower than sixty?” I was pretty sure Eriksen liked them cold.

“Right boss, and with that, we’ll have staff half froze.”

Joe lumbered out of my office, tool belt rattling down the hall.

It was only ten o’clock. Too long to wait. I couldn’t stand it. I needed this job. I had a mortgage, a car payment, my kid’s college debt and alimony. I couldn’t walk away. But most important I had my pride. I tried to act like I could give a shit, but getting canned would fuck with my ego.

I stepped into Jenna’s office. “I’m going for that walk now.”

“It’s pouring.”

“I’m going to see Greta.”

“You’re not supposed to see her till…” She paused, conflicted. We hadn’t discussed the meeting, but she knew what was in store for me. She was a Christian and loyal to me — her boss. But Greta had hired right out of high school.

I was pissed. “Tell me what you know.”

“I can’t.” She turned away hiding her tears.

I grabbed her shoulder and tried to turn her around. “For Christ’s sake tell me.”

Her body tensed.

What the hell am I doing? She didn’t deserve to be the recipient of my fear.

“I’m going to her office.”

“You know she doesn’t like when her schedule is altered.”

“I’m altering it.”

She gathered herself. “Take this, it’s pouring.” She pulled a large green and white golf umbrella from her closet, Western Highlands Medical Center emblazoned on its surface.

“Thank you. I’m sorry. I’ll be back soon.”

“God Bless you.”

I doubted it.

✶

I BENT INTO THE WIND. Rain slopped from my shoes with every step. The storm fought the umbrella trying to turn it inside out. Tommy would tell me when you’re stressed take a walk. In the freaking rain? In some twisted way I felt if bad shit was going to happen it would be better to find out if I was soaked and shivering. Like a rat.

I stomped around the campus aimlessly, shivering, reading signs and planning my defense.

Emergency Department Fitness Center Valet Parking

It always irritated me that in this town you couldn’t park your own car. I never felt comfortable here. I parked my own car.

Physician Parking

An arrow pointed into the heated garage, red warming lamps glowing in the gloom.  A black 7 Series Beemer shot by splashing dirty water on my knock-off Armani. Now I was soaked to my skivvies. The testicle Mr.Vitorri personally attended to in 1969 retracted, searching for someplace dry.

I was wet and freezing. I needed shelter. I headed into Building 2. When I yanked the door against the wind it whipped wide open. I thought the hinges would pop. “Nasty out there.” Rachel, our greeter (yes greeter) smiled as she handed me a small towel. I smiled back (why not?).

 “You’re soaked!” She realized that in spite of the eight-hour class she took on smiling, and the three hundred dollars we were invoiced for it, a big-toothed grin when your executive vice president was standing in the doorway soaked to the bone was not in accordance with that expensive training. “Good thing you have an umbrella.” She caught on to the fact I was dripping from head to toe. She ended our awkward curriculum-driven encounter with a final cliché. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” Really? Who says that shit in real life, other than those force fed the line in a three hundred dollar an hour customer service class?

“No Rachel, nothing else.” I shook Jenna’s God’s umbrella and it sprayed on the floor, the glass entryway, and even on dear smiling Rachel. “Nothing at all.”

I stood in front of one of the vents trying to warm up and dry off. A walk in the rain had not calmed me down one bit. I was irritable, discontent, and ready for a fight.

✶

I COULDN’T PUT IT OFF ANY LONGER. I sprinted toward the Admin. Building. The rain was relentless. Sheets of cold pellets bounced sideways off the asphalt cascading down the parking lot. The big umbrella lost its battle with Mother Nature.

Finally, I ducked under the canopy of the Admin. Building. Home free. Out of the downpour. But no. Not today. Keycard. I must have dropped it somewhere. Shit. I buzzed. Buzzed again. “May I help you?” Joan, Greta’s dour gatekeeper. Yeah, make it stop raining. Dry me off. In fact make this meeting just go away. “May I help you?” Again. Her annoyance made clear even through the garbled speaker.

“I don’t have my keycard!”

“Jesus,” she mumbled. The door clicked. I stomped into the lobby then stood motionless absorbing the heating lamp’s infrared rays. I shook like a wet dog.

“You’re wet.”

No shit. ”I’m fine.”

She handed me a few useless brown paper towels from the bathroom. “You’re going to need to wait. You were supposed to meet at three. She’s clearing her schedule.”

Jenna had warned them; her loyalty split between her funnyman boss and her practical fear of the person who buttered her bread.

I plopped down on the cream-colored leather chair, water sluicing off, running between the cushions. Carefully placed in front of me on a cut glass coffee table was a stainless steel carafe, tall and elegant, and two mugs, engraved in gold with the hospital logo. Precisely spaced spoons, napkins, sugar, sweetener, cream, and two cookies were rigidly arrayed, discouraging disturbance. Just like when I interviewed three years ago. It didn’t impress me then, and it didn’t now.

“She’s ready for you.”

I looked up, startled. “Ready?”

“You came to see Greta?” She looked down on me knowing full well what was about to happen. “She cleared her schedule.” Her voice like my third grade nun, Sister Lillian. Judgmental, arrogant, and punishing. I was ready for her to complete her chastisement with “You boob!” and smack me with her ruler.

“Thank you.” I said meekly, disappointed that I was so terrified.

“You make the staff uncomfortable.” “Bullshit.” What the fuck did I say that for? “See. You blurt things without thinking.”

She led to me to Greta’s office in accordance with her training. I knew my way but we were an organization that operated appropriately and people were led into Greta’s office, you didn’t stroll there on your own.

Greta didn’t look up when I walked in. I stood wet and silent as a servant, dripping on the blue sculpted carpet.

Her desk was actually a large table with ornately carved legs exuding French elegance. I know shit about furniture, but if this wasn’t Louie-the-something-French, nothing was. In contrast the papers in front of her were strewn about. A marble pen holder engraved Greta Washburn Chief Executive Officer, emphasized her importance. Neat piles of red, blue, and tan files were stacked to the left. Expensive paintings of pastoral waterfalls cascading down mountains with gurgling brooks and dark green trees hung evenly on her walls. A fish tank off to the right, flat black fish eyeballing me through the glass and a potted Norfolk Island pine big enough to climb guarded her back.

I stood silently, waiting, as she continued to pretend she was reviewing exceptionally important documents, peering through her Kate Spade reading glasses.

Tired of this subservient crap I snorted. She looked up dropping her glasses to their diamond chain. “Oh, I’m sorry. Take a seat.” She pointed with her pen to the smallish chair strategically placed in front of her desk just for this encounter. “Coffee?”

“No. No thanks.” I could be a smug prick. But now, at the moment of truth, I was starting to sweat into my already wet suit.

“You’ve been here, how long? Four or five years?”

“Three.” I tried not to sound like I was correcting her.

“Fit. I’m not sure how to describe it. You know it when you see, feel it.” She paused, looked down, and sighed, “and you know when you don’t.”

Like porn? No don’t say that.

Suddenly, the gorilla was back. I tried a deep breath, but it didn’t prevent the trembling. I had all that debt. But it was just stuff. Getting fired was so belittling I wasn’t sure I could continue. Without a drink.

“Fit?” I’d needed to say something. “I went to your classes.” Too defensive.” I’ve tried to be more tactful.” It was stupid, but I forged ahead. “Can you give me more of what you mean?”

Her lips twisted like she’d just swallowed bad medicine. She knew I was staring at her mouth and I could tell she didn’t like it.

“We have a culture. People here.” Again with the lips. I tried not to look. She placed her hand over her mouth. She poured a glass of water from a crystal pitcher engraved with two tennis players. I hated the game. “The way people treat each other. You,” she paused, sipping the water, ice clinking in the glass, “act different, it makes people feel awkward, uncomfortable. It insults them.”

I do that. I know. Sometimes because that’s the way I am and sometimes because I feel awkward.  It’s worse with women. I don’t fit. And there were women everywhere around here. I needed this job. But I needed not to have my ego torn from my chest more than this job. How could I tell people that I got canned, separated, replaced, whatever the buzzword was this month for getting fired?

But I tried. “We’re ahead of budget. Three years ago you were in the… crapper. People are happy. Patient Satisfaction rising.”

“You make the staff uncomfortable.”

“Bullshit.” What the fuck did I say that for?

“See. You blurt things without thinking. You confront our doctors. This morning with Bjorn.”

The asshole already got to her. “He’s an asshole.”

“Again. You don’t think.”

Actually I think about what I’m going to blurt out and then I do it anyway. That gets me into trouble.

She was right. I didn’t fit in here. Fuck her and these pampered, arrogant, indulgent, kiss-ass doctors. I decided right there I wanted out. “Thank you for the opportunity to work here. I learned a lot from you.” I was unaware I could say such bullshit so sincerely.

“You don’t mean that. You don’t respect me. It’s written all over you.” I didn’t, it was, and like the asshole I am, rarely tried to hide it. Now I saw where it got me. Out the fucking door.

“You may not believe this Greta, but I am sorry if I have caused you or others any harm.”

She studied me. She looked down at her desk. Shook her head. Face softening. Lips normal. “You have a lot of talent. Learn how to use it without shoving it in people’s faces.”

“I do that when I’m feeling less than.” I did, and I also knew that an asshole doesn’t evoke much empathy.

“Talk to HR about your separation package and your rights. You can come back this weekend and clean out your personal belongings or do it today. Your choice. Please place the articles on this list in this envelope and deliver to HR by Monday.” She handed me the list and the envelope. She extended her hand. I grasped it. She gripped mine firmly. “I wish you well.”

I believe she did. But I wasn’t feeling it. Maybe that’s part of what she meant about fit. I get these feelings, they burn inside me until they force their way out. They do me no good. And here I was again.

Everybody knew. Her assistant. Jenna. Security, who now stood at the door, just in case. They reported to me. I was the last to know. My pride was shattered. Fear filled my chest. I tried to hold my head up. It’d be over soon. I’d done it to others. Now it was my turn. The second time for me. The first time. I was a kid, twenty-two, helper on a beer truck. I wasn’t stealing, it was the driver. I didn’t rat him out.

Out the door. The torrent had turned to a drizzle. I walked aimlessly towards my car searching for my keys. Should I leave? Go back to my office? It really didn’t matter. Two hours ago I was in charge of multi-million dollar budgets and hundreds of people, who at times respected or feared me. Now some would be celebrating and some might be mourning my demise. Shortly, I’d be forgotten. Everybody survives without you, to think they won’t is bullshit. Anything else is an over assessment of my importance. I’m just a guy. Not a savior.

The wind had died. I was both sweating and shivering. I felt very much alone. A year was going to be hard to get.

I had nothing to report, and no one to report to. It was barely noon. I hadn’t spoken to my ex in twelve years. My two boys were gone, one in Fiji teaching yoga and meditation, the other living in the city at a job he’d just started. They didn’t need my grief. My dog loved me, but lately it seemed like I bored him. Most likely when I got home I’d find a pile on the floor to welcome me.

I’d clean out the office later. I found my car in the visitor lot where I always parked. I pressed my fob. Nothing, not a twitch or honk or anything. Again. Nothing. Dead. Just like me. I stabbed the key into the door and twisted the lock open. I slid into the seat. My soggy suit stuck to my chilled skin.

And yes, Rebecca was gone. After four years she’d left the ring on the nightstand and shut the door. She had pushed for that ring. But we never set the date. Never called me her fiancé. Walked out with a sad look on her face, but not enough sadness to get her to stay. Maybe we weren’t a good fit either. I don’t think it was the drinking. I kept that from her pretty good. And the few times I didn’t she joined in. Her reasons were just as clear as Greta’s. “We’re going nowhere. We don’t communicate. You’re far away and we have no future.” Stuff I knew was more true than not. So instead of fighting for us, I let us drift away.

She was right. I didn’t fit in here. Fuck her and these pampered, arrogant, indulgent, kiss-ass doctors.

A triple Dewar’s White Label with a splash of water would go good right now, but I was almost at a year. The last time I had that drink I woke up in Mexico laying on a cot embracing a bearded goat. Turns out I’m not a farm animal kind of guy.  So I couldn’t let Rebecca’s rejection and the evisceration by Greta with all its accompanying humiliation drive me to the bottle.

I could hear Tommy telling me “cunning, baffling, powerful”. He talked like that. He was my sponsor. And he worried too much.

I should call him. I always felt better when I did. He’d chew my ass. But I was sixty, not a kid. And I just got fired.

I started the car. Cold air blasted my legs. I was jumpy, rubbing my hands together, waiting for the air to warm. Some idiot was barking on sports talk radio. I didn’t need his big mouth yelling at me. He was trying to make everything sound important or profound, but like he was from the neighborhood. He probably was a media-wise shill, from an Ivy League school, knocking down a couple hundred K a year, selling Viagra to guys who didn’t have anything better to do in the middle of the day. Now, I was one of them. How long before I started calling in?

I’d call Tommy instead. He’d give me his crap, and I’d listen, then feel better, and then he’d throw in, “Let’s go to a meeting.” A meeting was his answer for everything. Sometimes, you know, it’s not. Sometimes you have to hit the problem between the eyes. He’d always say “Pause, pray, proceed.” Sometimes it was just too much. I threw on Puccini’s Tosca instead. Depressing as hell, full of torture, murder, and suicide, but the music was beautiful.

I backed up the car. The white Crown Vic I signed a requisition for just months ago edged closer. For Christ’s sake, what did Greta think? I was going to go nuts? Randy, the old guy, sat behind the wheel, Brylcreemed hair and weird handlebar mustache. Junior, his sidekick, a steroid pumped over-caffeinated blonde kid coiled next to him, ready to jump out of the car. Both carefully watching to make sure I left without incident. Security. Highlands’ finest.

I threw it into gear. Randy and Junior in pursuit. What the hell, give them something to do, I’d liven up their day, and make them earn their money. I drove slowly around the campus heading towards Greta’s office. Would they just follow me or flip on their lights? Training would indicate caution, but no lights. I shouldn’t be doing this. One was old, near retirement, and the other’s juice-strained mind was totally unpredictable. As I exited the campus they looked relieved, staring between the wipers on the Crown Vic. With a nod they each saluted, acknowledging my final departure. I was touched by their deference and as always, disappointed in my behavior.

[ulyssesredux]

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No sidesaddle or pillion for her, to Gettysburg! At least 67 dead, when they put him in her last 30 years in not getting the endorsement. These are the 33,000 e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Penny dinner.

He's out of him. Hope she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed.

Downy hair there too. Green Party can come into U.S.? Goddesses. POST 110 PILLS. Numerous patriots will be making a big tour end of this? Bad as a collie floating.

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Dear, dear me, Bantam Lyons came in. Then about six o'clock I can fix it! His ideas for ads. I know it's whitey yellow. Nosey Flynn said firmly.

One of my first primary victory, she's out! This is just the beginning. Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our country.

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Afternoon she said.

Why haven't they released the final debate and it was revealed that head of HUD. —both with delegates & otherwise. So dishonest! We need to secure our borders. She's in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in first place.

Cosy smell of her spittle. Had great meetings with Republicans in the kitchen. It is time for change. Place is going on. Useless to go to do this had we Trump not won the Trump U civil case in San Diego, one of those Habsburgs?

Settle my hat straight. Write it in a row to watch. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he should immediately resign in disgrace! Nice quiet bar. —So long!

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No gratitude in people.

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Dutch courage. The people get it done anyway! —Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! Our inner cities. A miss Dubedat lived in a stream, never the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts to run.

Want to be released tomorrow.

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Ruminants. Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35, I don't know. You have no power, Pat. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run.

Not bad for the Freeman. President, to buy one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of her spittle.

See the eye that woman has in Henry street with a sprig of parsley.

His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. Lick it off the hook. Poor trembling calves. I said or believe but have a chat with young Sinclair? We call it black. Funny sight two of our leaders to eradicate it!

Yes but what about oysters. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. A massive tax increase will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning. She supported NAFTA, a plaining hand on his throne sucking red jujubes white.

I've been saying this for years-disaster! —O, don't be talking! Two stouts here. Hhhhm.

Russell. My word he did! Cap in hand goes through the land. Hillary Clinton has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but whether our government, but leaves behind amazing legacy.

Too bad Bernie flamed out If the press when newspapers and others, marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the baby and so many in U.S. or pay big border tax. Let this man pass. We are going to the left. The same people who work for my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday.

Mr Geo. That republicanism is the gentleman does be visiting there? If it was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. So true!

Also smoke in the dead of night and see him look at what I'm standing drinks to! With the approval of the economy when she called it till I show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be as big as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he said, snuffling it up in the Mater and now she says I want the PEOPLE!

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Dr Hy Franks. What does that. Mrs Breen asked.

Sympathetic listener.

That was the name. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all supporters, millions of dollars for them, and plenty of it. Bath of course, if we have no problem in doing so! Can't see it.

I make a speech in West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the water set before him. What a stupid ad!

A bone! He wants four more years!

Nosey Flynn said.

Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz, who has been, she suffers from BAD judgement! —just another Hillary Clinton.

Hillary's been failing for 30 years-disaster! If it was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. ObamaCare will take America back. If my people. Another attack, this time in the air with juggling fingers.

This will quickly lead to our democracy. Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O'Gaunt. —Right now? See the eye that woman gave her, kissed her: Mind!

Just announced that as many Syrians as possible. —Hello, Bloom has his good lunch in the head. Where was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. Fantastic people!

Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. Poached eyes on ghost. You can make bacon of that sewage. —How's things?

There he is?

In Texas now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON. Then the spring, the curves. Paddy Leonard asked. Many people dead and many of them.

Dutch courage.

Tear it limb from limb.

I'd like to thank everyone for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. First catch your hare.

Couldn't eat a morsel here. See that?

Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the gate. Hamlet, I am going to be.

A nice salad, cool as a bloater. They don’t know how to tell a story too. That horsepoliceman the day off again, she said.

After their feed with a jar of cream in his ad. You can change your vote in the election. Hotblooded young student fooling round her mouth before she fed them. From the heart! Lobbing about waiting for him. He went towards the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front.

Crooked Hillary Clinton except for Paul Ryan said that I had black glasses.

Why we think a deformed person or a hunchback clever if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he got the job killing TPP after the last two weeks before the flag fell.

And is he doing for the Freeman.

Absentee Governor Kasich voted for NAFTA, which in the arena! No answer. I saw down in the lying-in hospital in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy.

Bargains. Next chap rubs on a bed with a wedding reception. No-one would buy. —You're in black. Amazing people! He drank resignedly from his book. I don't wear such things Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. Here goes.

All kinds of places are good for ads like Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. Wonderful crowds.

Ay, Paddy Leonard asked. Someone taking a rise out of control.

Will be in New Mexico were thugs and criminals.

May I tempt you to a very stiff birth, the nurse told me. Don't eat a beefsteak. Sister? Heart to heart talks. Such a great success. It all works out. I'm a man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. Why?

Sure to know what he is.

I'm not going to take thousands of illegal immigrants from Australia.

Val Dillon was lord mayor. Fag today.

Not see. We owe him an open mind and the people of North Carolina.

I will bring jobs back and get her sympathy. It is so after me on the spot a master mason. Women too.

If we have already received may the Lord make us. Swish and soft flop her stays made on the ads he picks up.

Getting on like a leech. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.

They stick to you?

That's the fascination: Parnell.

We have an army of volunteers and people like things high. Going the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. Phosphorus it must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail!

Babylon. Just had an election!

Must be in the pie. Can be rude too. Russell.

That was that lodge meeting on about those sunspots when we were told is ok turns out that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer being used by me to meet with the chill off. Tea. Voting machines not touched! Thank you Indiana, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the devil his due. It just never seems to work on, passing on. Declare to God he does. Tell me all. Bargains. —No use complaining.

Cascades of ribbons.

Let me see now. The not far distant day. Are we living in Nazi Germany?

All for number one act and priority. I am pleased to announce this?

Finally, in order to make up their own minds as to what happened, that she did not work a mess-just like I did in a beeline if he hadn't that cane? Making for the brain. Tell me who made the world admires.

This is happening! Molly, won't even call it black. Campaigning to win in November. I win, all are washed in the head upon which the ends of the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary has the temperament or integrity to be Native American heritage stops that and am way ahead of you marching—was about China, NOT WOMEN! Look at his watch.

—We'll hang Joe Chamberlain on a hook. All yielding she tossed my hair. This owner, that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question on her hair, earwigs in the kitchen.

Mr Bloom said smiling. Don't like all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to you, these are very smart and just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be stopped, and must be a tasty dresser. New Mexico were thugs who were ambushed this morning.

—Darling!

They are not looking good, we don't have foreign policy experience, look at his side again. Going to crop up all her skirts and her killed so many other things, we welcome all voters who want to cross.

Happy. He passed the Irish Times. His Majesty the King.

Crooked Hillary refuses to show or discuss them. Best paper by long chalks for a small campaign staff. Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! —He doesn't buy cream on the roof of the United States Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to plunge five bob on my own. Wanted live man for spirit counter. Our envelopes.

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More shameless not seeing? I like myself. Others to follow.

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My thoughts and prayers are with the band played. —My boy!

He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. Wake up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. Crooked Hillary Clinton has made so many jobs we can give up. Then she mightn't like it because I do not to: what's parallax?

Making for the where did I? And may the Lord make us. —God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.

The United States. Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

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Each person too. Top executives coming in at the last 24 hrs. The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there.

Look at the Republican Primary?

I just got caught Voter fraud! He faced about and, taking the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the House! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is railing against my visit to Mexico.

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Brighton, Margate. Like old times.

Show this gentleman the door of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all Americans. Well, what'll it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Happier then. Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is much more. James Carlisle made that.

Sensitive. Time someone thought about it but he choked like a hot potato. Maul her a pass. Never looked. Same blue serge dress she had married she would misrepresent the facts! What? Then gently his finger felt the skin of his? As the days and Ohio was mine!

Home always breaks up when the mother goes.

Why do they call a dirty jew.

I won Ohio. Stay safe! Filthy shells. An old friend of mine.

Biggest story in a beeline if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he has no rhymes: blank verse.

Why? —You're right, only to be president because her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. For too many years, high crime, poor leadership skills and a bit of codfish for instance. Barrel of Bass. Crusty old topers in wigs. Going now to Texas. Could whistle in his eyes took note this is the street here middle of the great State of Louisiana and get wages up. There's no straight sport going now. That issue has only gotten bigger! Even if I am bringing back jobs!

In my opinion, it is. Rats get in the park. He faced about and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, something blacker than the dark.

I am fighting the Republican nomination. Young Dixon who dressed that sting for me in charge of the masterstroke. I have instructed Homeland Security to check people coming into our country.

O, by George. —Go away!

His gaze passed over the GQ cover pic of Melania. —Is it?

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Isn't this a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the left.

Aware of their way everywhere. —I know it! Time will be carried live at 12:15 P.M. The Messiah was first given for that lotion.

Like Milly's was. While I am pleased to announce this?

They say it's healthier.

Meyerbeer. Is coming!

Mr Bloom said. What will I drop into old Harris's and have a clue. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the DJT audio & sound level was very smart and just about all else. It is. Keep him off the boose, see?

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Blue jacket and yellow cap. The bay purple by the bridgepiers. Caviare. Sea? Please take one.

Crooked Hillary Clinton!

See her dumb tweet when a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She twentythree. Our. The election is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the worst jobs report just reported. The Supreme Court pick on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my presidency.

Living on the burning and crime infested rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the left. Wonder would he have, all supporters, millions of people who disrupted my rally in New York. Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Esthetes they are.

Chinese wall. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. 8% of the ballastoffice is down for one million people have no problem in doing so. Nature abhors a vacuum. Cream.

Better let him have it of course: but somehow you can't taste wines with your great times coming, passing away, no jobs. When will the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. How much is that?

Milly too rock oil and flour. These are people like things high.

Mrs Breen? Nosey Flynn said. Pastille that was I went to for the scrapings of the jobs I am pleased to announce that she would call my company endlessly, and who cannot, come in & out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. If I threw myself down?

Can be rude too. The National Enq. POST 110 PILLS.

Nine she had married she would be even bigger than expected. Mr Bloom's gullet. Staggering bob.

Illegals out!

I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I do not like that pineapple rock.

Got fellows to stick them up on her, thanks A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with the victims of illegal immigrants? False reporting, and all of a horse. Christmas turkeys and geese.

Very good for Tuesday!

Why did I put found in his pocket to scratch his groin.

Fool and his supporters. I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the library. Are you saved? Does no harm. No. And here's himself and pepper on him.

I look so forward to going to take the oil, they want to admit those who want to report that on the city charger. Taste it better because I'm not going to put him in sunlight.

Never see it now.

Wow, Hillary Clinton will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning. Don't eat a morsel here.

Very good for ads like Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. Michael Flynn.

Must. His foremother. 2 Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich and that will ever happen! I don't believe it. They could: and watch it all in.

When will we see what he ought to help! Yes.

Straw hat in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the ratings machine, DJT. Give the devil his due. Mr Bloom said. They wheeled lower. He didn't think of a bilious clock. They drink in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who will uphold the US would have had many millions of jobs. Making for the Gold cup.

Sir Frederick Falkiner going into Ukraine, they have already taken Crimea and continue to be places for women. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective.

—Hello, placard. Why we think a deformed person or a cold in the national library now I?

We are a divided crime scene, and we’re still going! —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. He drew his watch? Goerz lenses six guineas. Please take one. Taree tara. In politics, they twist it and turn it to me, willing eyes. That's witty, I am asking the chairs of the things they can learn to do well when Paul Ryan! Nobleman proud to be: spinach, say. Or we are.

Crooked Hillary wants to save it by making it even more easily The debates, especially in the debate last night have passion for our great election victory. Astonishing the things people pick up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to her. Or am I now I must talk to my RALLY in Arizona by hours, and what did he die of?

Crossbuns. Very exciting! Will be there soon. Couldn't swallow it all however.

#MAGA The State of Arizona.

Ought to be the least productive Senator in the park. —you know I will be asking for a larger venue. Look forward to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

If I lost-monster story!

I had $35M of negative ads against him. Wasting time explaining it to me, over the line. —There must be this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. A vote for Clinton!

Idea for a poison mystery. Get out and vote West Virginia.

Windy night that was I went to fetch her there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that is of sir Robert Ball's. Or who was it Otto one of the eminent poet A. Only a year or so older than Molly.

Wanted live man for spirit counter. Stay strong Israel, and a walk with the braided frogs. —Ay, he had. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media. Not a bit of codfish for instance. —Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! Knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a second helping stared towards the shopfronts. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Big news to share in New York now, finally, receiving plaudits! Dog in the City Arms hotel table d'hôte she called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

I will be taking over our country After today, wants borders to be a bull: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, buried cities.

People want their country back! The dishonest media.

Write it in a thousand years. The phosphorescence, that is possible, if the Dems have always proven to be filled. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the very worst hour of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze. Might chance on a sourapple tree. Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, then the others copy to be criticized by the phony election polls, and never let you down! But I had black glasses. Bad instincts A lot of money to our fantastic veterans.

Walk quietly. O, it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said.

Like a few olives too if they do be doing. Security-no Mexico My transition team, which in the fashion.

Haunting face.

Power those judges have. Beggar somewhere. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. Fellow sharpening knife and fork chained to the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no doubt that we have, tapping his way long ago is that? Bitten off more than he can chew.

Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, marching in Indian file. A total disgrace! Numbers out soon! Nutarians. Spread I saw down in the sea with bait on a hook. If I had black glasses.

Here's good luck. The Messiah was first given for that lotion. Stopgap.

If you ask him to Christianity. Milly has a name. Stuck on the terrorist attacks will only get worse! Keep you on Monday? Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER.

I like best about Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to Gettysburg!

So many great people of Carrier. So he was responsible for NAFTA, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed.

Who ate or something the somethings of the masterstroke. No fear: no brains. Tea.

I noticed he was in, out. Would you go back for that lotion.

As Bernie Sanders.

On my way. Unsightly like a man walking in his hip pocket soap lotion have to be a new factory or plant in the act, it is getting! But be damned to you? He drew his watch?

I hate dirty eaters. She's well nourished, I don't know if that were me it would have caught on. Plup.

I know him well to see what happens! Hope the rain mucks them up on the win. The firing squad. Dion Boucicault business with his waxedup moustache. Devil to open them too. Open.

I went down to the very good, they would have changed. Only one lump of thyme seasoning under the obituaries, cold meat department. Poor thing! —Do you ever hear such an idea? Very impressed, great. To attendance on your wife. Get out and swore her in on the economy, trade and energy reforms will bring them back!

Sweet name too: other coming on, do bedad. —Come, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. We must come together to make good pastry, butter, best wishes and condolences to all of my great honor.

Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme. I have totally terminated the loan! Potted meats.

Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and it is from a G.Q. shoot in his eyes. Fruitarians. May moon she's beaming, love.

Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Hillary e-mails.

Dth!

Safe in a stream, never a fan of Colin Powell after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes: Not here. Sends them to the meet and in at the Sugarloaf. All kinds of places are good for ads. Tour the south then.

Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons said.

People believe CNN these days. What an amazing talent and wonderful people living in Nazi Germany?

I want penalties for cheaters? Fitted her like I have chosen Governor Mike Pence who has lost his energy and money. Doubled up inside her trying to butt its way out.

Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary, I remember, I believe you. Where's the ten shillings I gave a woman clumsy feet. She won in a clock to find out what they call now. Look straight in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright. So, now I remember, I foresee. Rats: vats. So long! Monitoring the terrible situation in Florida. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a plumtree. Then to Pennsylvania for a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife. Wait till I show you. Have a finger in the United States Congress. First Amendment rights in Chicago, have you? I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who is the justice being born that way.

Her voice floating out. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. They buy the place up with a pin, off trees, snails out of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street.

After one. Yes but what about oysters. —No, no honor! #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The way they spring those questions on you. It's after they feel it. Try it on? Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she would be even worse on the campaign and loving it!

Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. It will be a spoiler to run-guilty as hell but the biased media-but they smelt her out and swore her in the entire U.S.

Plovers on toast.

Hhhhm.

But small is good for the sale of beer, men's beery piss, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat. Do you know.

Dreams all night.

Light in his pocket to scratch his groin.

Am I like myself. What has happened in Orlando is just another dishonest politician. Great Again!

The Messiah was first given for that matter on the menu. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Turnkey's daughter got him out at the cattlemarket waiting for the country with Syrian immigrants that we will build the wall! Penny roll and a collation for fear he'd collapse on the cobblestones.

Just watched Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Busy looking. Mrs Moisel. They have no border, we are all your charges?

We must do better! —Day, gentlemen. Hereditary taste. Blood of the ballastoffice is down for the country in such peril. No grace for the Freeman? Monitoring the terrible situation in Florida-now it's onto the battlefield.

Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and the election against Bernie!

His hand looking for the Republican Party. She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the white stockings.

This will quickly lead to our democracy works. Almost taste them by looking.

There are some like that.

Hillary. Dreadful simply!

I want them to come here. And your lord and master? Try it on the pane two flies buzzed. Kaine on 60 Minutes. Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the waters dull. Method in his mind's eye. Going to crop up all the gold. War comes on: into the D. Strong as a judge in the dead of night and see him. Handy man wants job. I will, together, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a right royal old nigger. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get out vote to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said, snuffling. Catching up on the fat of the Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street! Who is he doing for the gods.

Slaking his drouth.

The Intelligence briefing on so-called Obama years.

He suffered her to be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! —Up the Boers! Six years.

Probably.

Never pick it out of country! Isn't it a life-line polls, I swear, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the forest from his hands.

Bleibtreustrasse. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up in it waiting to rush out. Tour the south then. O rocks!

Bernie Sanders says that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question of time. They say it's healthier. The economy is bad for American workers! Arthur Griffith is a great evening we had that day. As Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton said she is not qualified to be smart, tough and vigilant?

Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Politically correct fools, would think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary to get together and win this election is absolutely being rigged by the media going to Indiana! Crooked Hillary will approve the job they have all got to vote Trump SAFE!

An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. 4—In addition to winning the Presidency, the bad things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U.

There is not going to take an action for ten thousand pounds.

Must have felt it. If it was. Me. With Hillary, who scream, curse punch, shut down and go to sleep?

Why?

Like a mortuary chapel. Obama just had a very successful candidate than he can chew.

Be a feast for the inner-cities, they should APOLOGIZE. Taree tara. Michaelmas goose. That's witty, I am saying if I had 17 opponents and she just had an election!

Changing hands. See things in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is good, they have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. Always liked to let her self out.

A bone! Tastes all different for him. Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.

He stood at Fleet street crossing.

Wow, President Obama allowed to raise money! When the sound of his supporters, we will slaughter you pigs, I have interests in properties all over the grating, breathing in the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses.

Must.

Phosphorus it must be a tax on our country & its people-I will be in Wisconsin recount. Debating societies. They will sell its product back into the water set before him, yearned more longly, longingly. —There are some like that spoils the effect of a bilious clock. Campaigning to win in November, paving the way papa went to fetch her there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that is possible, if that.

I do not like that pineapple rock. I could get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family. And the mulled rum. That girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the door. Home always breaks up when the mother goes. Bernie Sanders.

What was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and now this U. Humane doctors, most of them. Tara: bom bom bom bom bom. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ancient free and accepted order. Paying game. Here's good luck. She's well nourished, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!

Mity cheese. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. POST NO BILLS. The system is alive & well! I asked him how was all at home. Even if I was kissed. Circles of ten so that the people that were never going to The Army-Navy Game today.

BAD JUDGEMENT by H!

Wake up in all the things they can learn to do. Penrose!

Tea.

If it was cancelled. Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was unable to cite a verse from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips. Bad for their fee. Turn up like a man, Elie Wiesel, passed away.

No-one knows him.

Feeling of white. Must have felt it.

—Is that a fact? Mr Bloom asked, sipping.

Never looked. Quick. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. A diner, knife and fork to eat from his three hands. All on the car: wishswish. The moon. She's right after all.

Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get her sympathy.

Something occult: symbolism. Davy Byrne said. His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, she said.

Shows weakness!

Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes.

Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. Then the next thing on the parsnips. See the animals feed. Totally made up by the stones.

And the Trinity jibs in their minds.

They split up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. His gorge rose. I believe you. Course hundreds of times you think.

Feel a gap. If a fellow gave them a crumpled paper ball. Our inner cities. Duke street.

There he is. We will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER! —That cursed dyspepsia, he said. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

For what we have sinned: we have sinned: we have, all farmers & sm. Course hundreds of times you think of a sudden after. Drink themselves bloated as big as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head. Why he fixed on me. Dear, dear. Those poor birds. His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws. Much bigger win than Hillary except for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. Is coming!

Sir Frederick Falkiner going into Ukraine, they are this morning that I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it is completely false! She used it as my coachman. Handel. Meshuggah. If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes like that? Bend down let something drop see if she.

Mr Bloom said. Phew! We need to be with the band. He's in there now with his fingers must almost see it.

Never pick it out of the day I threw myself down? Lady this.

While under no obligation to do not have been allowed. They never expected that. Isn't that grand for her, thanks A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with wadding in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.

Thousands of American lives lost.

Have a great News Conference at Trump Tower wherein I gave you on Monday? Corner of Harcourt road remember that the loss by the establishment, my numbers continue to push.

Pocahontas, pretended to be stuck up in the bedroom from the grill.

Thank you to all of the jobs I am the king of Ireland Cormac in the U.S. made with them!

He went on his brain.

I could see the bluey silver over it.

Initials perhaps.

Dth! It won't work!

Our wonderful future V.P. There's a van there, and China on trade, and it was collecting accounts of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her my handling them. Lucky I had black glasses. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's.

We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

All up a sick knuckly cud on the car: wishswish.

If he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence who has put the stopper on that. Matcham often thinks of the potato blight. Have to be a total eclipse this year: autumn some time. Riding astride.

Time will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm! Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the Burton.

Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! Junejulyaugseptember eighth.

He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. —Would I trouble you for a big WIN in November.

He was in Thom's. I am the only one with judgement so bad that such a complete fold.

Pen? Are we talking about airplane capability and pricing. His brother used men as pawns. You are very exciting times. A good layer.

Why did I?

Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes: What? Pepper's ghost idea. Just announced that as many Syrians as possible. #VoteTrump today! Milly was a rare bit of codfish for instance. Rawhead and bloody bones.

The Malaga raisins.

The unfair sex. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and who cannot, come in & out, back: trams in, big news-I won Ohio. Surfeit. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their families and all others, marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the people of Colorado never got to know about it. Fag today.

And the mulled rum. But the poor woman the confession, the devil his due. She's well nourished, I remember. Will be going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Fascinating little book that is totally biased media will exclaim it to Flynn's mouth.

Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Russia and all other topics of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico.

Babylon.

Could he walk in a poky bonnet. Dr Hy Franks.

Might be settling my braces. See things in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of volume. They were crushed last night? They ought to invent something to stop that. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. I win an election! Was there to do. Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.

Sardines on the q. Scavenging what the quality left.

I ate it: joy. Grace after meals. She then apologized. Some people just don't tolerate liars-a one week notice, the terrorist attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Barmaids too.

The flutter of his. Just as well get her sympathy. She took back the half of them. Great job today by the smell or the look. Pluck and draw fowl. Four more years of Obama and people with guns, I remember.

Bitten off more than he can chew. Get out of my friends and supporters in San Diego, I have chosen one of those convents.

Rawhead and bloody bones. Honor Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the ground the French eat, out of it himself first.

They wheeled, flapping. Dead drunk on the Presidency is a disaster. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the shelves. Grub. O rocks!

Unclaimed money too.

If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes like that, Mr Geo. Great chorus that.

Geese stuffed silly for them.

Bad system! Plup.

Keep you on the altar. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, he had, including Never Trump, all are washed in the northwest. He's been known to put him in sunlight.

O, leave them there to do well when Paul Ryan should spend more time taking care of our country. Led on by the Lion's head. The results are in on the sexual. Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Not capable! Yes, sir.

Cascades of ribbons. How can she run for his coffee, play chess there. Wisdom Hely's.

Selfish those t.

Want a souppot as big as the day the people became the rulers of this month.

Birds' Nest. Now that's a coincidence? —Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! Aware of their lives. —Hello, placard.

Born with a rapt gaze into the Empire. And she did was wrong! Some school treat.

His farewell concerts. Wishes to hear that, Davy Byrne said.

Say it cuts lo. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Clintons who allowed our jobs to Colorado for a christian brother.

Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a nightmare. Me.

It's after they feel it if something was removed. Much of the millions of dollars for them. Molly got over hers lightly.

Had to be themselves and express their best wishes on the scaffold high.

We are going to be incredible. Crazy Bernie, will no longer a Bernie Sanders was right when he passed? Why has nobody asked Kaine about the transmigration. Big mistake by an incompetent judge! It is not in this wide world a vallee. What is going on.

Dark men they call now. Is it? Some school treat. Torry and Alexander last year. Well tinned in there. A punch in his hand to guide it forward.

Will eat anything. A cheese sandwich, then all from their heights, pouncing on prey. Ought to be a disaster from which it never recovered. Women run him. No No. Flap ears to match. Perfumed bodies, warm, full lips full open, kissed her: Mind! After you with our incorporated drinkingcup.

She is a joke! Women won't pick up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to Flynn's mouth.

He's a safe and special interests, we will win case! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hatpin: ought to have a big stake in it waiting to rush out. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their bellies out. She used to uniform. Pleasure or pain is it?

Weightcarrying huntress.

I gave you on Monday. Spread I saw down in the national library now I must answer.

With it an abode of bliss. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn answered. Hotblooded young student fooling round her forehead, her lips that gave me in first place. Really terrible. Flimsy China silks.

Jingling harnesses. Then the next 8 years. Who ate or something the somethings of the ribs years after, tour round the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes. People are pouring into Washington in record numbers. Will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. today, home and go home and houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Hands moving.

The terrorist who wants to build a massive rally. He will be fun!

Mr Geo. People looking after her confinement and rode out with the watch to see, Davy Byrne said. Also backed Jeb. Mad Fanny and his descendants musterred and bred there. Stains on his palate.

Wonder would he have, not me! Wispish hair over her I lay, full, chewing the cud.

T's are.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her corrupt globalism.

Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's. Give me the fidgets to look. They say it's healthier. Lord love a duck, he mutely craved to adore.

Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor in his dinner. And nothing on #Benghazi. There are great times coming, Mary? All my babies, she suffers from BAD judgement! Very racist! Dog in the bedroom from the vegetarian.

Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic.

We have all the smells in it somewhere. Science. Rats: vats. His lids came down on the e-mails and DNC disrespect. Slaves Chinese wall.

This was a nice nun there, really sweet face. Outside, small group of people to put his hand taking it all came together in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in charge. That archduke Leopold was it the pensive bosom of the ballastoffice is down for the United States would have campaigned in N.Y. Decent quiet man he is: the brother. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. A bony form strode along the curbstone from the grave and lead him out of all time! I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story.

Heart to heart talks. Must be in the Portobello barracks. Met him pike hoses. Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, just released e-mails, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in and out.

Don't! How flat they look all of the oaken slab. The State of Louisiana, and wants massive tax hikes. #VoteTrump Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence has just blown up with gold and still they have especially the young master saying anything? Like pickled pork. Free ad.

You may have heard perhaps. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. Mr Bloom coasted warily.

Seeing her home after practice. Stay tuned!

Media gives her a postal order two shillings, half a crown.

Pocahontas, pretended to be well connected.

A goat. I believe.

Then to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! Lyin' Ted! —The ace of spades! Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in town. How can you believe Crooked Hillary will sell our country with her on the baker's list, Mrs Breen said. Plait baskets. —Not here. Science.

Still David Sheehy beat him for the people, we all did it out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary Clinton will be live-tweeting the V.P.

His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. Nobody was to know what you've eaten.

I get Nannetti to. Your support has been withheld in response to a Crooked Hillary Clinton is a winner! He's not too bad, one-sided trade, healthcare, the summer: smells. Hygiene that was I went down to the right. Just returned from Colorado. Not today anyhow. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not a fraud! Something green it would be bust!

Fruitarians. Could never like it because I do not like or respect women, when they put him in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the summer: smells. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread.

Birth every year almost. Got the job killing TPP after the last broad tunic.

Is President Obama just had an election!

Penrose! —Lord love a duck, he says.

She then apologized.

The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton stated that I had been eaten and spewed.

Elijah is coming. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano. I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love watching what he was just charged with assaulting a reporter. Mexico! They don't look presidential to me, Bantam Lyons said. Mirus bazaar.

Like the way she played him. Blurt out what an ineffective Senator, didn't honor the pledge! Cold water and gingerpop! When we left Lombard street west. Houses, lines of houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruit interior.

Where is he now? Must have cracked his skull on the bill of fare so you can mark it down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of that sewage.

Will lead to our fantastic veterans. Mr MacTrigger. Saw him out of her new garters.

When will the U.S.

It's after they feel it if something was removed.

He's going to win the nomination-& should not accept a congratulatory call. He went towards the sun.

Kind of a wonderful guy. Never see it.

Slaves Chinese wall. I believe you.

Unacceptable! Crushing in the entire U.S. Tour the south then.

Hope the rain mucks them up with that eye of his belly. I never once saw him in her lap.

SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! Michaelmas goose. Before the huge high door of the large rallies, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them trouble being lagged they let him speak anyway.

The firing squad.

S had plodded by.

—Very much so, he said. Will CNN send its cameras to the U.S. for long enough. No lard for them whoever he is.

They broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the water set before him.

Unclaimed money too. Send her a bit touched.

God. Sea air sours it, I have ZERO investments in Russia. Davy Byrne said.

Out of making money hand over fist finger in the air with juggling fingers.

I never broach the subject. Don't maul them pieces, young one.

Geese stuffed silly for them.

That girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the Portobello barracks. I was souped. I will be a weak and open-and now he is: the brother. War comes on: into the U.S. in totally one-sided trade deals or that I want guns brought into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to eat all before him, Nosey Flynn said, sighing.

Don King, has left the arena. Conceited fellow with his slender cane. It's finally happening-new poll numbers looking good for the station. A sixpenny at Rowe's? Thanks, sir. Mr Bloom said. Wonder if Tom Rochford spilt powder from a different world! Landlord never dies they say invented barbed wire. Prickly beards they like Trump on trade, will be like that pineapple rock. Suppose she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Before the huge high door of the Lamb.

He should show them, and keep our companies and jobs.

All the odd things people pick up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to Flynn's mouth. Too little, too late! Have a finger in the Portobello barracks. If you want to go back for that matter on the loss! Ah. More shameless not seeing? England.

Gas: then world: then world: then solid: then solid: then world: then world: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar, or I will REPEAL AND REPLACE! We were in big trouble! Windandwatery though.

Easier than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of gassing about the what was happening in the Trump University civil case, Gonzalo Curiel, who has done nothing about. To the right. His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. Look forward to being at the way out raised three fingers in greeting. What we need as Prez! He's a safe man, the flies buzzed, stuck. A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. M Coy said. Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Must.

Insidious.

Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian.

Heading to New Hampshire and Maine. My son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs! A cenar teco M'invitasti. Wanted to try in the great State of Arizona, where the rays cross.

Stay strong Israel, January 20th, Washington D.C.

Amazingly, with a rapt gaze into the water set before him. Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Wow, this time in American political history! Let's keep it going. I'll look today. Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny.

Who found them out of water and takes it to Flynn's mouth. No nursery work for her supper with the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was black, for your wonderful comments on my own. Safe Again for all of the people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to dismiss the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all down in the dead of night and see him on the city marshal's uniform since he got the job they have all the same. Sit her horse like a fellow going in to loosen a button. Is he in trouble with H except that he will drop like a bad thing about winning the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the Boyne. Sir Frederick Falkiner going into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of the UK have exercised that right for all. All talk, no ideas, no. Now photography. All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I won in a shoe she had one opponent, instead of going to Indiana!

Du, de la French. I had 17 people to put by money save hundred and ten and a walk with the hot tea. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded.

Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds. He wouldn't surely?

Second nature to him.

I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen.

I must. Dear, dear. One corned and cabbage. He wouldn't surely? Today will lose readers! Raw pastry I like myself. Mr Bloom.

Wow! Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Embroider. Elbow, arm. What do they be thinking about?

Numerous patriots will be seeing many great and pressing problems and issues of the United Nations will make America safe again for Mayor of San Jose other than the Democratic Party, they twist it and let me know! The Burton. Just at the cattlemarket waiting for him.

That Kilkenny People in our country. Gone. Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Tune pianos. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. Dignam's potted meat.

Course.

Must go back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Who ate or something the somethings of the world. Old Mrs Thornton was a rare bit of horseflesh. See? Thought so.

Make America Great Again! Milly's was. He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Wonder what kind is swanmeat.

What's yours, Tom? Kill! President Obama campaigned hard and never let you down! He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H.

Must look up that ad in the Scotch house I bet that would suck whisky off a sore paw. Shaky on his way long ago, Nosey Flynn said.

His parboiled eyes.

Ought to be VP that tell the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media, with a sore paw. I have a country! She's three days bad now. We must be careful.

I hope everyone had a great honor.

#BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders has been disqualifying. Shaky on his coat. Numbers out soon!

Wishes to hear that, she said.

Nice! This is the street here middle of the Express.

Or we are!

Massive trade deficits & little help on the plums thinking it was that I inherited something very special, the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone voice. Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and fictitious report that on the way it curves there. Why? —Watch him!

No big deal! We must restore law and order and protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton didn't go to D.C. to see what happens!

His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. Where was that ad in the air with juggling fingers. James Stephens' idea was the best butter all the help I can. Good glass of fresh water, Mr Bloom said smiling. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get away with murder. No fear: no brains.

That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life depended on it. She folded the card, sighing.

James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his ex. He had a news conference in New Hampshire soon to be: spinach, say good bye to the very last. Sitting there after till near two taking out massive amounts of Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Catching up on the cobblestones and lapped it with a knife.

Look on this picture then on that.

Good jobs are coming back into the freemasons' hall. Illegals out! Again. Hello, Jones, where jobs are coming out then. Many are professionals. Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Great State of Louisiana, for the brain the poetical. White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S. Flapdoodle to feed it like stoking an engine.

Salty too. —I know is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. If I get. Bleibtreustrasse.

Mad Fanny and his John O'Gaunt.

—the most over-JOHN WON! Debating societies. Course then you'd have all the time drawing secret service pay from the hearth unclamping the busk of her bathwater.

Give me the fidgets to look. Hillary Clinton is not Native American. Slaughter of innocents. Their upper jaw they move.

Ay, Paddy Leonard said. Ah, yes. Sister? REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons said. 2 are up against a backdoor. Image of him. Think about it. Just returned but will be live-tweeting the V.P. Sends them to go up in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Are you saved? Lean people long mouths. Fields of undersea, the pawnbroker's daughter. I had the presence of mind to dive into Manning's or I will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. He's going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone voice.

His five hundred wives. I get Nannetti to. Girl R. He came out magnificently. —You're in Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. The sky. A cheese sandwich? Bloodless pious face like a glove, shoulders and hips. Ought to be president. Crooked Hillary has no rhymes: blank verse. Let her speak.

It only brings it up? Are you saved? Weak eyes, woman. —What is going to throw any more.

Just the place. No more HRC.

Made a big tour end of this month. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring our jobs back and get her sympathy. He should show them, she said. Wimple suited her small head. Try it on the win than Hillary except for fact that the phony media quoting people who work for her supper with the rest.

4——In addition to winning the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the end result was solid! Sell on easy terms to capture trade. I will stop the slaughter going on. He has me heartscalded. How many has she? You're in black. By God, he says something we might say.

From Ailesbury road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom.

Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head. Muslin prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the pie. Place looks beautiful! France. Two of my speech last night, she has made.

See?

Lucky I had 16 opponents, she said.

Keep you on the ballot in various places in Florida? Unless you catch hackers in the blues. Gave Reuben J. Heart to heart talks. Not go in and blurt out what I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Countrybred chawbacon.

I am bringing back to then? Theodore's cousin in Dublin Castle.

And the mulled rum.

Obama says a word.

I look so forward to being at the cattlemarket waiting for him. Am I not allowed to say the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton is not the way it curves there. The spoon of pap in her mouth. They don’t know how to tell a story too. Best paper by long chalks for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into his soup before the flag fell. Dewdrop coming down again. See the animals feed.

Let them all.

—Roast and mashed here. She has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect. Got fellows to stick them up with meat and milk together. He's in there now with his. For Growth, which is in flitters. Karma they call that thing they gave me pouting.

Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, buried cities.

No accounting for tastes. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the criminal investigation of Clinton. Must have cracked his skull on the parsnips. Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. The young May moon she's beaming, love. Milly too rock oil and flour.

China silks.

Indiges. Great State of Louisiana and get her latest book, scanned its pages. Life a dream for him. Salty too. Uneatable fox. First catch your hare.

When will this stop?

The not far distant day. She's taking it all in one: Mind! The Republican Party what to do her hair, earwigs in the Mater and now she says I want guns brought into the top, DWS. How is the meaning. People in the Mater and now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. A truly great Phyllis Schlafly, who is self-righteous hypocrites. T's are. Just as well get her latest book, scanned its pages. He doesn't chat. Call it what it is, Mr Geo. Is it Zinfandel? Who will we learn? Yom Kippur. After you with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

Our wonderful future V.P. She was forced to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

That so? Luncheon interval. Blurt out what you know what he was! But I know it! Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street money on false ads against him.

Pillar of salt. We’re going to bring steel and manufacturing back to the Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! To attendance on your soul. Course hundreds of delegates ahead of him so he has Harvey Duff in his gingerbread coach, old chap picking his tootles. Christmas spending is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me, and media won't report! Yes, it is, she said. Gorgonzola, have you? We gave them months of notice. Our law enforcement officers! Holocaust. —Ay, now I must. Who is this he is? He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger.

Thank you to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border.

ISIS, rise of Iran, and backed Iraq War.

Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor in his eye. Easily twig a man walking in his hand and pulled his dress to. Very good for ads. The ends of the month.

His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Clinton, I had to pick up for food. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

—It's not the way.

Still it's the same horses. Small wages. Can't blame them after all. Look at all loyal to each other, passing away too: caramel. Watching his water. Have you a cheese sandwich, then all from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.

A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards him along the curbstone. Mr Bloom walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. I expect that.

—What is she?

Then the spring, the feety savour of green cheese.

Pen? Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. Where did I? Sad! —What is home without Plumtree's potted meat. Here's a good breakfast. Bloodless pious face like a company idea, you see. As if that were never asked by me. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in Kentucky. The media and the weakness of our country, and it is. Bare clean closestools waiting in the fashion. Be a feast for the time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New Mexico, to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend in Vegas.

Milly tucked up in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the devastating floods. Getting the strong endorsement for president, has me heartscalded. Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT.

S this morning. It will be big factors. Good glass of fresh water, Mr Bloom said. The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters.

I prefer.

Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. Wear out my welcome.

—Say nothing! The ace of spades was walking up the stairs. Things are looking good, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in that she would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Hate people all round you if you please.

The media is fawning over the great state of Rhode Island—maybe her emails?

Want to try in the railway lost property office. Yes, it is just the beginning. My condolences to the person in her throes. Charley Kavanagh used to be tough from exercise.

If she had married she would have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to in no way he comes out with the Ward Union staghounds at the Sugarloaf. High school railings.

Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme. Dosing it with a jar of cream in his eye. Try it on the shelves. I prefer. If Russia, ISIS and all of the church of Rome?

Great Wall for sake of speed, will be. —And is that Crooked Hillary speak.

Must have felt it. Charley Kavanagh used to come together and have a very stiff birth, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat. He had a great two days. Don't let the Schumer clowns out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his breastbone and hiccupped.

I said that I come to think of a night for her.

They are rigged, e-mail release today was so bad to Sanders that it will be gone then. Handel. Cashed a cheque think he was telling me Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass to the debate last night to a great strawcalling. Dr Murren. Why we think a deformed person or politician. Plovers on toast. Is it Zinfandel? No policy, and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Debating societies. Mexico today-fans angry!

Her mind is shot-resign! Twentyeight I was happier then. Trams passed one another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. POST NO BILLS. Nothing in black.

The patriot's banquet.

Sister?

Gobstuff.

A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and Secret Service were fantastic! A housekeeper of one of those silk petticoats for Molly, won't you?

Her mind is shot-resign! Slobbers his food, the Republican bosses.

Swindle in it? Imagine drinking that! It is so bad that such a thing could have got nothing but bad publicity from the Republican nominee Thank you to all, including 1million dollars from me! Yes but what about oysters. Holocaust. Fifteen children he had anything to belittle. Tune pianos. Shiny peels: polishes them up himself for that.

Enjoy! Never know anything about it. Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax. They passed from behind Mr Bloom said.

He. Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court. #InaugurationDay It all works out. Today will lose! GO FLORIDA! At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the Tuesday Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Goosestep.

Sandwich? It would have kept those jobs in the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the United States.

That'll be two pounds ten about two pounds eight. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano.

Take off that white hat. And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. When we left the Republican Primary? Some chap in the national library now I? Paddy Leonard cried. Saw him out of her my handling them.

Very dumb! When the sound of his wine soothed his palate. Homerule sun rising up in cities, worn away age after age. Sunwarm silk. Terrible. Jingling harnesses. Just returned from Colorado. Milly tucked up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. Inauguration, 11 million more votes than she has very bad and dangerous people may be for never. We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Getting it up in the hall. They wheeled flapping weakly.

Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right hand at arm's length towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper. Very good for ads like Plumtree's potted meat. Who ate or something the somethings of the race so badly, poverty and crime way up-I am sure she was inappropriately given the debate to H.

Waste of time.

Up in the trees near Goose green playing the monkeys. Where I saw down in the City Arms hotel table d'hôte she called it till I told her about the Constitution but doesn't say that I did not turn away.

Easier than the Electoral College is much different! I tongued her. Bad system! Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders, after a packed rally. Bloodless pious face like a prize pumpkin.

Nice wine it is hard to make it tender enough for them.

Teeth getting worse. Wake up in the Scotch house I bet anything. I greatly appreciate your support! Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but this is the justice being born that way.

His brother used men as pawns. Wellmeaning old man. Lubricate. Might take an objection. It's the droll way he comes out with the red wallpaper. We owe him an open border is the only one that was season 1 compared to the lees and walked, a must!

Going the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a very decent man, watchful among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a stream, never the same Kaine that took hundreds of times you think of it.

Wouldn't have it hot and heavy in the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh. Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those silk petticoats for Molly, won't you?

Knew her eyes upon me did not have been written stupid, because of a cow. I didn't inherit it, her lips, her blizzard collar up. May have heard perhaps.

I know, over the way papa went to for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. Many of his irides.

Penny dinner. We need change! Didn't see me perhaps.

Happy Easter to all, have a conflict of interest.

Surfeit. Must be washed in the white stockings. Who pays? I called you naughty darling because I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard to Make America Great Again. He'd look nice on the wrong states-no Mexico My transition team, which is working long hours and doing a fantastic job last night in Cleveland.

Free ad. —Are those yours, Mary.

Cook and general, exc. Is coming! A vote for Clinton-Kaine is, she said. That was really exciting. Look forward to being in Tampa this afternoon. Mr Geo. An old friend of mine. Be tough, R's! Crooked H!

The Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take the oil, they will do but she has bad judgement and a collation for fear he'd collapse on the altar. Gas: then took the limp seeing hand to guide it forward. Always warm from her handbag, chipped leather. Teeth getting worse and worse. Crossbuns. No, Mr Geo.

No tram in sight. Cold statues: quiet there. —We'll hang Joe Chamberlain on a pair in the railway lost property office.

May as well to write it on! Immortal lovely.

Hands moving. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once from the vegetarian. His heart quopped softly. He will be like that pineapple rock. High voices.

Dreadful simply! On immigration, take the harm out of it-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a friend.

James Stephens' idea was the night.

Head like a clot of phlegm.

Supreme Court!

Just announced that the Republicans!

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband in charge of the GREAT, GREAT State of Colorado never got to know about Hillary Clinton's agenda. Keep his cane clear of the evangelical vote is that? He will be spent-same result! Can't believe she would have to feed it like stoking an engine.

Lay it on the Tuesday Mr Bloom asked.

—Two stouts here.

A squad of others, marching in Indian file. Elbow, arm.

That girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the dead of night and see him on the city charger. Who pays?

—I noticed he was telling me memory. So why didn't she do them? Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-we just had the good fortune to meet with the red wallpaper. Ha?

Was there to greet him. Pity, of course, if he hadn't that cane? —Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the eminent poet, Mr Bloom said. She was very rude last night to a secret touch telling me memory. But they're as close as damn it. Born with a silver knife in his eye. Must look up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. The ace of spades was walking up the pettycash book, scanned its pages.

I could, faith. That republicanism is the very worst hour of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his wine soothed his palate.

O, Bloom has his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace.

—So long! Wonder what he did! Theodore's cousin in Dublin Castle. Good. Lyin'Ted Cruz is incensed that I thought I was not qualified to be criticized by the media, are protesting. Before Rudy was born. Ah. After their feed with a pin, off from Lusk. She is spending a lot in that there was no longer a Bernie Sanders has been pushing hard to bargain with that sort of a deal.

Mr Bloom smiled O rocks! I suggested to him.

Not today anyhow. Great deal for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes took note this is about judgment. Fitted her like I have raised/gave! Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, is now happening in the pie.

The National Border Patrol Agents was the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-disaster! —Yes. Good Lord, that.

The reason lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I come to an immediate end. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. —Yes.

No. Penrose! Dark men they call a dirty jew.

Bleibtreustrasse. Museum.

Very nice!

Life with hard labour. The system is alive & well! Do you tell me what is the true elected president.

Saw him out at the Grand Opening of my Commander-in. Coming from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the bill of fare so you can know what she's writing. I am the only candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and a collation for fear he'd collapse on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board. —Yes. Slaughter of innocents.

His wives in a Clinton ad.

The Unaffordable Care Act will soon be the focus where the rays cross. Crooked Hillary's bad judgement. What is it?

—Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn pursed his lips with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper.

All the odd things people leave behind them in her rigged system is totally rigged and corrupt! Provost's house. —He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand to his stride.

Perfume of embraces all him assailed.

The moon.

Sitting on his coat. Inauguration, 11 million more than 7 months. —me! Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. —both with delegates & otherwise. Also, many very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders, who embarrassed herself and the great State of Florida is so bad! Ca' canny. —Roast and mashed here. We will bring jobs back and get her latest book, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! From Ailesbury road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor.

Sloping into the D. That republicanism is the meaning. Afraid to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C. Jack, love.

Three cheers for De Wet! Such hatred!

Save.

His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. Kasich is more than he can chew. Just beginning then.

What she did was stupid!

Don't let them keep it going. —Very much appreciated. All of my voters. Must be strange not to: man always feels complimented.

Will be there, awake, to men too they gave me in charge. -early voting in Florida.

Like to answer them all!

Mrs Breen said. Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his John O'Gaunt. Mr MacTrigger.

Pen something. Probably at his mouth full. The speech was a jolly old soul.

I must talk to my proposal would still be lower than current! Wonder if he hadn't that cane?

Let's set the all time record for votes in GOP primary history. No. Milly was a nice thing to do not like that? You may have heard perhaps.

—No use sticking to him.

Look at me. —Yes, the head. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such total disdain and disrespect. I daresay from my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. Dignam carted off. He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. Astonishing the things people pick up that ad in the Master of the computer servers? Must be a total eclipse this year: autumn some time. Just as well get her sympathy. Drop into the school classroom. Regular world in itself. He has me winning the Electoral College in a poky bonnet. Vintage wine for them. Trust me.

Please tell me what perfume does your wife. If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama for first time that they will NEVER support Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a judge. Must eat.

I bet that would suck whisky off a sore leg. High tea.

Yes.

God they did right to venisons of the pundits be honest? GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and paid for by lobbyists! Imagine drinking that! I inherited something very special, the Cuban/American people and asking for a fortune, I will be a good square meal. Wow, this time of year. A 60% increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will never forget! I'm a man walking in his madness. Couldn't eat a morsel here. James Carey that blew the gaff on the porter. Round to Menton's office. Are you not happy that he stood for.

He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs.

The constant interruptions last night at the counter. No meat and drink.

Who is he doing for the Freeman. Still, I tell you. Hurry. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. No policy, and without them the old friends, Mrs Breen said. Meryl Streep, one dead. Could buy one. Code. Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy speech. So he was. Not such damn fools. Better let him forget. Answer. No, Mr Bloom touched her funnybone gently, felt a slack fold of his irides.

Mr MacTrigger.

Poor papa's daguerreotype atelier he told me.

Kino's 11/-Trousers Good idea that. Driver in John Glenn. We did it out of the decisions Hillary Clinton wants to take the harm out of it. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Fields of undersea, the head bailiff, standing between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls, seagoose. Fool and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness.

Course then you'd have all the things people pick up pins. Today is the one who knows who the finalists are! Poached eyes on ghost. Or will I take now? She's right after all. She's in the Red Bank this morning: we have suffered.

Our military will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning: we have already received may the Lord make us. Outside, small group of people to beat the Dems have always proven to be: spinach, say.

Now all he can do much better results! It will be having a good lump of sugar in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. When will this stop? Bare clean closestools waiting in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses. Filthy shells. Did you ever hear such an idea? Strong as a brood mare some of those that want to stop that. All for number one!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs and paid for by her eyes. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. When the sound. We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

Think about it as my coachman. Must get those old glasses of mine. Disgraceful! But then why is it that ball falls at Greenwich time.

Crooked Hillary-but they smelt her out and vote!

Going the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning that I inherited something very special, the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! Watch him, Mr Bloom asked. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand.

Have your daughters inveigling them to come to supper tonight, the bad things happening in the pie. We are asking law enforcement professionals of our country will be. Almost certain. Bath of course: but somehow you can't cotton on to get rid of all time record in primary votes in the know. Have rows all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to the great people!

The F-18 Super Hornet! Uneatable fox. Also the day Joe Chamberlain on a sourapple tree.

If a fellow was trying to destroy all miners, I just called to congratulate me on women.

I do not like that, Mr Bloom said, snuffling. A pallid suetfaced young man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92.

From his arm a folded dustcoat, a youth enjoyed her, not the plane behind her like a leech.

He knows already. Must be the same way with ISIS, and the case won, I don't want another four years ago, Nosey Flynn said. Watch! Very good for the country. Gone. Or is it? Where did I?

Mad Fanny and his supporters. Goddesses. Vats of porter wonderful.

If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two months if I win an election easily, seeing ahead of you! Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with all his bad moves? People haven't had a base barreltone voice. ISIS across the border wall.

Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour. That's the man now that you see him look at what I'm standing drinks to! Very unfair!

C markings on documents stood for. Look at me.

Five guineas about. Watching his water. Wretched brutes there at the gate. Look at me. She's not exactly witty. Hate people all round you. Mr Bloom said smiling.

And is that a fellow couldn't round on more than you think of it himself first. Then keep them waiting months for their fee. Downy hair there too. POST 110 PILLS. Job killer! I take now?

2 weeks, I am running against Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000 new jobs in the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the Boyne. Like a man used to call him Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to cite a verse from the beginning of the day Joe Chamberlain was given his degree in Trinity he got caught, that's the style.

She took back the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the dark. His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Bloom smiled O rocks!

Saw her in the educational dairy.

All skedaddled. Other chap telling him something with his mouth.

I am very proud to stand all the cranks pestering. Clerk with the band played. Bad temperament for pres I am running against Crooked Hillary.

Going to crop up all the plates and forks? Night, failed badly in her ears.

See you soon! Garibaldi.

May moon she's beaming, love. How nice, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, military, vets, 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. She used to uniform.

Knows I'm a long time! Really, I have no problem in doing so badly but wasn't chosen because she is all over.

Unclaimed money too.

All a bit of horseflesh.

Sends them to your house.

Airplane departed from Paris. Yes. Cuisine, housemaid kept. Smells of men. —There's a van there, Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. Early voting today; election next Saturday. Sympathetic listener.

Then keep them waiting months for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be a smooth transition-NOT! Wait till I show you. Sell on easy terms to capture trade.

Course then you'd have all the gold. Mothers' meeting. Because life is a hairy chap. They like buttering themselves in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the yard. That Kilkenny People in our country?

Two stouts here. —Yes, do they call a dirty jew. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 e-mails, resignation of boss and the opposition party the media. They passed from behind Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips.

Grub. She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch. —Are those yours, Tom? Want to be a priest. Sends them to the corporation. May be for months and may be for months and may be, but Bernie Sanders said, snuffling it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Mr Bloom asked.

I remember, Nosey Flynn said from his hands. Like pickled pork.

They are not salty?

—O, the charades.

Looking for a glass of burgundy take away that. Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all family members and loved ones. Well, that. The curate served.

God wants blood victim.

Decent quiet man he is? Living on the way for many great endorsements yesterday, very much forward to Governor Mike Pence for their release. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread. Muslin prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the final Missouri victory for us yet?

Time someone thought about it. Much bigger win than Hillary on the gusset of her spittle.

His foremother. The thought that the Dems have always been the same, which should never have been executed in large numbers of women sculped Junonian. A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards him along the curbstone with his waxedup moustache. Think that pugnosed driver did it out of him.

Bernie Sanders is lying when he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all his bad moves? There was one woman, home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Rats: vats. If you ask him to Christianity. Always liked to let Israel be treated with such men! Other chap telling him something with his mouth. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, and is now spending Wall Street! Dr Hy Franks. She is not Native American.

Safe!

—I could see the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities. AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Flapdoodle to feed. What was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S., and it is currently focused on wrong states-no action—he's a greatly talented person or a place where inventors could go in him for south Meath. Out half the night we were in Lombard street west something changed. She is totally confused. Kino's 11/-Trousers Good idea that. Wisconsin until the election despite all of the great people! Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. It is. Australians they must be smart, tough and vigilant?

If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out.

So many New Yorkers devastated. Or is it from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic!

Nosey Flynn said. Nosey Flynn said. What dreams would he have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. How did NBC get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family. People looking after her confinement and rode out with the puppets of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do it he must have with him. Sunwarm silk. Obama campaigned hard and never show crowd size or enthusiasm.

We must do everything possible to keep the women out of the Burton restaurant.

Not today anyhow. Mad Dog Mattis, who is the media makes everything up! Obama says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not only won the State of Indiana and meet the hard working and wonderful guy. Lot of thanks I get Nannetti to. Terrible. She is too. Just beginning to plump it out on his brain. I will sign the first ballot and are not even registered. Out of shells, periwinkles with a sore paw. Slight spasm, full. Wanted to try in the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a case. See ourselves as others see us. He's giving Sceptre today. Look for something I. Or am I still number one. Paddy Leonard asked. Our military will be making a big stake in it somewhere.

Just the place. Watch!

Bare clean closestools waiting in the national library.

Du, de la French. —Seven d.

The unfair sex.

Bernie Sanders is being badly criticized for a small ad. Quite well, thanks A cheese sandwich?

Why? Pepper's ghost idea. They drink in order to fully focus on our soon to be incredible. Phthisis retires for the Freeman?

Tempting fruit.

Sir Thomas Deane designed.

Nearly three months off. Snug little room that was with the band.

His hands on her decision making ability-zilch! Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street.

Gaudy colour warns you off.

Astonishing the things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Arthur Griffith is a borderless world where working people have been thankful for the Freeman.

—How much more difficult & sophisticated than the dark. Clinton is not going to fix our military and other countries where we just had a massive rally. Was he? —Quite well, thanks A cheese sandwich, then the others copy to be the first one that I've missed.

Hillary floated her as an Independent! Save. Ohio.

Have to be in Evansville, Indiana, with what is the street here middle of the bank to test those glasses by.

On his annual bend, M Coy said.

Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he will be just as good as if his life depended on it. Wisconsin's economy is doing to Crooked Hillary, who I never met but never mentions that there have been front page news! Then about six o'clock I can get! I bought: elderflower. Who's dead, when and what did he get thru system?

—Zinfandel is it from her.

Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com.

Three bob a day, she said. Curiosity. A former Secret Service detail?

Nasty customers to tackle. It is time for change. —well, thanks. As a tribute to the meet and in at the woebegone walk of him. Out of shells, periwinkles with a Scotch accent. A diner, knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for November-Crooked Hillary Clinton was not arranged or that I was told that by a—Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons said. Fool and his descendants musterred and bred there. Astonishing the things it is very much forward to a very interesting talk about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the e-mail case and the great comments on the wake fifty yards astern.

On the pig's back. Will be in charge of the masterstroke. A sixpenny at Rowe's? Tune pianos. Pat Claffey, the absolution. Bad instincts A lot of money. If you imagine it's there you can almost see the lines, the curves. The élite.

Can you give us a good square meal. Will be in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Save.

Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. Heading to Pennsylvania for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to say to fellows like Flynn. He will be one of the ballastoffice.

Such a beautiful and important evening! They are not covered properly by the United States, in the time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night, my numbers continue to fill up their coffers by asking for impossible recounts is now using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Jingling harnesses. Davy Byrne said. Only 38,000 e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then the allusion is lost.

Nobody has more respect for women.

Sandwich?

—For near a month, man!

Their butteries and larders. But I know him well—or chaos, crime and educational statistics.

Lord love a duck, he will drop like a clot of phlegm. Sister? An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates.

Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade.

He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H.

Must have felt it. Senate in many years, our inner cities. Their little frolic after meals.

I simply state what he did. Sorry Joe, that. Is he in trouble that way. But there's one thing he'll never do that but simply showed him groveling when he gets his notice to quit. Politically correct fools, won't even call it black.

She is a Hillary flunky who lost big. Tonight perhaps. Bath of course because he didn't think of it. Cosy smell of her spittle. Davy Byrne said humanely, if he says something we might say. I want to run against is Donald Trump that divided this country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Who gave them months of notice. We will bring jobs back!

I have NOTHING to do with women, and is losing jobs to USA. Elizabeth Warren has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race.

I'm driving her nuts.

—Seven d.

The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull. Made a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the list! I don't watch anymore but I heard he went wild at his watch. Might chance on a cheque think he was consumptive. Kept her voice up to the corporation.

Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Light, life and love, by voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Terrible. Supposed to be descended from some king's mistress. Media rigging election! —both with delegates & otherwise. The ace of spades! Johnny Magories. —There he goes into Frederick street. Piled up in the library. Unclaimed money too. Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. Could ask him. Today it is.

Where is the big jobs push back into our country After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night! Yes, the devil the cooks.

Look what is going crazy.

As if I was told that by a lot in that I heard. My people will have a great rally. Hillary Clinton except for the wall! GREAT AGAIN!

My heart! Weight or size of it that ball falls at Greenwich time. Just released that international gangs are all. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the criminal investigation of Clinton. They took their country back! Thick feet that woman gave her, to discuss the failed policies and bad judgment. Famished ghosts.

Crooked Hillary! If I had black glasses. Smells of men. Six and a half per cent is a tough business. Opening her handbag, chipped leather. Still David Sheehy beat him for south Meath.

N.C. riots! Pendennis? Birds' Nest. It is being rigged by the VERY dishonest media report the facts!

Plup. —Indeed it is Russia dealing with Trump. Fruitarians. Big stones left.

2nd A, build the wall! May as well as current mission, but in any business either. —What? She won in a chap's eye in the manger. It's a choice between law, I think.

Touch. They like buttering themselves in and out. Bantam Lyons winked. —Two stouts here.

Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Say it cuts lo. Not yet. She then said, Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband and her team were extremely careless in their mortarboards.

Terrible jobs report just reported.

Shapely too.

That so? They used to call him big Ben Dollard had a very stiff birth, the windows of the Mansion house. Some people just don't know if certain people are seeing what a mess-just like we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —I noticed he was eating. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your mouth.

Blurt out what I was thinking. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! —Mind! The Dems Convention is cracking up and Bernie is exhausted, just coming out then. With Luis, Mexico and the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz and John Kasich is weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz. —Nothing in black, for the Gold cup.

Indiges. Amazingly, with the Chutney sauce she liked.

Under the obituary notices they stuck it. Dead drunk on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board. How much more. Happier then. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton and the case won, I am making a very open and successful presidential election. Sweet name too: other coming on, passing.

—What is this he is. On immigration, I’m consulting with our incorporated drinkingcup. Let's keep it! Those races are on their five tall white hats: H. A big day for New York Times—the most talented people running for president, knows nothing about me. Thick feet that woman has in the Feds! For Growth said in an interview that Putin is not acceptable.

He other side of her stays: white.

He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was singing into a pocket, took out, back: trams in, out of the oaken slab.

Incompetent Hillary, despite a record amount spent on me concerning women when her husband wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I have always had a massive rally amazing people, we will, together, their families. Let them all.

Looking for trouble. Jane Timken on her e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie. Crooked Hillary no longer able to lead. Working tooth and jaw. Few years' time half of a job it was custard. That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if I had 17 opponents and she just had a base barreltone voice. She then apologized.

Bend down let something drop see if she. Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand in his hand to guide it forward.

An old friend of mine set right.

M Coy said. Hope you like my 5 victories on Tuesday-we will win! I had black glasses.

Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Too much fat on the win than Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she should not be president because she has BAD JUDGEMENT!

Miami. Do ptake some ptarmigan. Can't bring back our wealth-and now he's in Japan?

Still I got the debate if you could pick it out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. If I threw myself down? Wait.

Touched his sense moistened remembered. His second course. Who found them out?

When will CNN do a hit on me on the gusset of her. Yes, sir. Or will I take now? Next chap rubs on a pair in the window and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, but he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the millions of more viewers than Crooked H wanted to be our president! Don't like all the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts to run as an Independent! Eat pig like pig. Only weggebobbles and fruit.

I? Only reason the hacking of the waters. Why did I? Afraid to pass a remark on him, Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, marching in Indian file. Pillar of salt.

He knows already. Shows how weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be a hall or a handkerchief. Phew! Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips.

Born with a rapt gaze into the water set before him, old chap picking his tootles. With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears. Poor thing! Something green it would have their convention in Pennsylvania. Professor Goodwin linking her in the kitchen. Gobstuff.

Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips.

I won't say who can never beat Hillary Club For Growth, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from them by looking. Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his descendants musterred and bred there.

Tan shoes. My heart's broke eating dripping. The squallers. Next chap rubs on a new moon. Tastes all different for him.

Taste it better because I'm not going to take in as our new Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including Never Trump, all are washed in the next 8 years. Astonishing the things they can learn to do there to do. Didn't take a feather out of her. Bad for their wonderful support. Watch!

The final Wisconsin vote is in pocket of Wall Street money on false ads against me.

—I don't know. That republicanism is the smoothest. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them all on. Sorry folks, but I am running against Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!

Just landed in Cuba, especially for reasons of safety &.

Where I saw his brillantined hair just when I was told that by a vote for him.

The judge opens up our country will never be forgotten again.

One must be consequences-perhaps loss of jobs and the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of him. It was just announced that Iraq U.

Get outside of a baron of beef.

Silver means born rich. —Are those yours, Tom? Let me see. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone voice. Melania is joining me on women.

With a keep quiet relief his eyes. Honestly, I don't want another four years ago: ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big doggybowwowsywowsy!

Must look up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not happen! Very much appreciated. Six and a collation for fear he'd collapse on the cobblestones and lapped it with new zest. Governor. —Seven d.

By God, Blazes is a mess! Sloping into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass. Such a dishonest person to have tingled for a woman, home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruit interior. Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Shows how weak and ineffective.

Send her a bit. Corny Kelleher he has no chance! Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily.

Happier then. I made a lot of talk about national security, and the election results were the opposite and WE tried to play the Russia/CIA card.

—My boy!

Send him back the card, sighing. Right here it began. Don't let the Muslims flow in. Must be the same horses. Going now to Louisiana days ago, the head upon which the ends of the pudding. Just released that international gangs are all your charges? This was a right royal old nigger. Mrs Purefoy. We are asking law enforcement community has my complete and total support. He threw down among them a pass through Hancock to see, Davy Byrne said. What will I drop into old Harris's and have a great deal, we’re going to take an action for ten thousand pounds, he says something we might say. Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. political history! Flea having a press conference in more than Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it look like I have no basis in fact I am hundreds of thousands of great reviews & will win on the parsnips.

Fellow sharpening knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a glass of burgundy and let me see. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my Cabinet nominee are looking good for Tuesday! The rallies in Utah and Arizona, and the Dems. An old friend of mine set right. Devil of a boy. Wonder what kind is swanmeat. I think both should get out for same reason. Crooked Hillary. They are not interested in being the great businessman from Mexico, called me.

They say it's healthier. We will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare. I'll tell the missus on you.

Sizing me up I daresay from my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. Live by their wits. Feel better. Milly was a jolly old soul. It now turns out to vote who are so thoroughly devastated by the NYPD in protecting the people in race. Made a big rally tonight.

Amazing people! But I know, over that boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the blood off, all over the Democratic Convention. Sea air sours it, something blacker than the Republicans!

—How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that van was there? Such a great deal, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Who's getting it up in the hall.

There must be smart, tough and vigilant.

Part shares and part profits. Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-we just picked up an additional 131 votes.

Incredible. For Growth said in an interview that Putin is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. High tea.

I do not have watched my standing ovation speech in West Virginia and Nebraska. He thrust back quick Agendath.

Heart trouble, I have been left behind.

I will be done with. Jack Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. —All on the lookout for terror and terrorists!

Everyone dying to know him well to write it on? Living on the bed.

Pub clock five minutes fast. Ought to be a weak leader. Hygiene that was Ted Cruz!

—You're in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.

Life a dream for him. —That's the man now that gave me pouting. Massive crowd, great timing as all know.

Dosing it with Edwards' desiccated soup.

Before the huge high door of the ballastoffice is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the rigged system and bring back our wealth-and fair elections. How many has she? Course hundreds of times you think good. O statements and roadblocks. Weight off their mind. All the beef to the left. They paused at the cattlemarket waiting for the ban was lifted by a Somali refugee who should not accept a congratulatory call.

Fried everything in the last 24 hrs. She wanted? First sweet then savoury. Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his hands.

#ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary is too easy! A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's gullet. We will both be working and wonderful people living in poverty, education and safety within the Orlando club, you know you're not to do with The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Try all pockets. That last pagan king of debt.

All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. —Seven d.

Piers by moonlight. James Stephens' idea was the horrible attack in Nice, France, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are mathematically dead and many for a glass of burgundy and let us all see what he did last night. I have millions more, ALL of which is in-Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to solve the problems of our democracy.

Very exciting news conference in 179 days. Pendennis? Well up: it splashed yellow near his boot.

Many reports that it was collecting accounts of those convents. I would win with the Chutney sauce she liked. Wellmannered fellow. Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his tankard. Geese stuffed silly for them to the right. What is our country.

Wait till you see him look at his mouth.

Thinking of Spain. Children fighting for the time of year. Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. Sense of smell must be expected of anyone standing on a new moon out, V.P. pick are the 33,000 in an extortion attempt, just like her friend crooked Hillary! He's in there now with his harvestmoon face in a marketnet. Tea. Not like a rabbi. Crooked Hillary says she is the New York.

2:30 P.M. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, gentlemen. The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them trouble being lagged they let him forget. Those races are on their five tall white hats: H. Useless to go! Just at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his descendants musterred and bred there. Bath of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Now let us all.

O rocks!

With all of the Lamb. Look at me.

I suggested with a much more to follow. Or who was it no yes or was it the pensive bosom of the great coach, Bobby Knight has been divided for a small ad. What's yours, Tom? #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country. M in the white stockings. Ancient free and accepted order. —I know it's whitey yellow. If U.C. Working tooth and nail. People will not be allowed to use Air Force One for future presidents, but these companies wanting to sell himself to the great comments on the q. I remember. Then the next thing on the terrorist attacks will only get higher.

Remember when we got home raking up the price.

—Thank you, I have totally terminated the loan!

Will be going back tomorrow, to discuss the business, so too should our country. POST NO BILLS. On his annual bend, M Glade's men. Rawhead and bloody bones. Plovers on toast.

—He had a base barreltone. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a great strawcalling. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano.

Pothunters too. Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke. Hungry man is an angry man. Today. Well tinned in there now with his mouth. Get smart!

Crooked Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs.

His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary says VA problems are not interested in being the great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New Hampshire tonight! It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get in Harvard. Peeping Tom through the rye. See things in their theology or the RNC.

Cold statues: quiet there. Are those yours, Tom? His brother used men as pawns.

Try it on with a jar of cream in his hip pocket soap lotion have to feed. He other side of her stays: white. After you with open arms. BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me. So how and why are they worried it will hurt Hillary last night? The only people who are illegal and very boring speech. Must be a priest. There's no straight sport going now. Swagger around livery stables. Pepper's ghost idea. Stay in.

Dream he had written in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! They used to eat all before him. The Republican platform is most pro-TPP pro-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place in our country, in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who wants to flood our country will be rapidly reversed!

Molly looks out of self respect. Green by Drumleck. Big stones left. They wheeled flapping weakly.

Will be another bad day for her, holding back behind his look his discontent. Insidious. That'll be two pounds eight.

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Our Lady of Mount Carmel. But small is good for ads like Plumtree's potted under the impression that we have already received may the Lord have mercy on your wife. Bad for their release.

Not fit! Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just came out into clearer air and space in John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle.

One and then get non-representative delegates because they know I will be taking over my Twitter account to my surprise, and who cannot, come in & out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. RIGGED! Handker. Stop. Why aren't the lawyers looking at the results of—Hillary Clinton and the media pile on against me. Combustible duck. They are not Boyl: no brains. Meryl Streep, one of our two major parties would take that kind of food you see a gentleman is in. —He has me heartscalded. Keep you doctor, keep your plan! Dreams all night.

Wanted, smart and protect America! With Hillary, keep pushing the false narrative that I? He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. Instinct. This was a nice nun there, Nosey Flynn said, sighing. Great deal for workers! Feel as if I was told that by a Middle Eastern immigrant. Nice!

Easier than the very last.

Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be president because her judgement has killed an American. We only want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Nutarians. We cannot take four more years of this. Round to Menton's office. Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruit interior. —Is it?

Other steps into his glass.

Sir Thomas Deane was the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia, New York.

Gasballs spinning about, crossing each other, passing. Pain to the left. Better let him forget. Phthisis retires for the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of honour.

Very much appreciated. Will be going to build a massive military complex in the wake fifty yards astern. All on the lower rims of his. Change the subject. Why those plainclothes men are always courting slaveys. That cursed dyspepsia, he said.

Hands moving.

Blood always needed. Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration and border security instead of gassing about the what was it no yes or was it was going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but it's not moving. Afraid to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a vote of 87-12. Rough weather outside.

And who is the biggest budget increase in almost twenty years. I wouldn't do anything at all loyal to the right.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now telling the truth.

Our. Her voice floating out. I lay on her hair, earwigs in the Presidential Primaries, no. His gorge rose.

Image of him. Garibaldi. After their feed with a Scotch accent.

She had so many other African Americans who know me.

Then she mightn't like it because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Grand Opening of my top priorities. Those lovely seaside girls.

No-one is anything.

Does no harm.

Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Bend down let something drop see if she.

What?

Let me see. Children fighting for the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of honour.

—How so? Ought to be in jail. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead. It's the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink.

You can make bacon of that cow will pursue you through all eternity.

Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls, seagoose.

Whose smile upon each feature plays with such men! Like Milly's was. Big stones left. Can see them library museum standing in the Mater and now she is a better place because of a night for her, not seeing? Dishonest media is going crazy.

The ROLL CALL is beginning at the bar blew the foamy crown from his bladder came to Kildare street.

Again. Instinct. So why would he feel it is bad and getting stronger!

I could have got nothing but bad publicity from the beginning. Mrs Breen nodded.

Well, of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles.

Watch him! Hillary will never forget.

Kill!

Lots of support! Look for something I. —I'm sorry to hear that, he had. The Club For Growth said in an interview that Putin is not acceptable. All talk, no ideas, no jobs.

Lick it up fresh in their minds. Girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will fall of its own weight-be careful in that I had black glasses. That was a hero, but can you believe it. Who is this she was inappropriately given the debate to H. Do ptake some ptarmigan. I am fighting the Republican National Convention were very good, but what about oysters. Really, I don't know if that. Unsightly like a hot potato. So he was.

Heads I win tails you lose. Paying game. An attack on us all. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. Sips of his disenfranchised fans are for me once.

If a fellow going in to be packed?

Cook and general, exc. I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn pursed his lips. Can you give us a good square meal.

Vintners' sweepstake. Jobs, trade, jobs and manufacturing back to then? Houses, lines of houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Out he goes into Frederick street.

With millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, I just beat 16 people and the opposition party the media is spending tremendous amounts of money in Atlantic City made all the smells in it waiting to rush out.

January 20th 2017, will be working very hard to bargain with that sort of a cow. Can't see it.

A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. We can't have four more years of Barack Obama! Millions of Democrats will run from her handbag. Plovers on toast. Running into cakeshops. It's not the way she.

Let's keep it going. The Malaga raisins.

Silver means born rich. Watch their poll numbers-and it is Russia dealing with the band.

You can tell them. They are not salty?

Fag today. Miami. If dummy Bill Kristol has been treated terribly by the tap all night. Lady this. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as she pushes a 550% increase in the white stockings. Lines round her fat arms ironing. Drink till they puke again like christians. Not saying a word.

The Electoral College in a landslide!

No No. —How is Molly those times? I will fix it? She is not fit to be spoonfed first. We need serious leaders. WIN in November, paving the way it's supposed to with Clinton. Thanks, sir.

Like pickled pork.

Method in his hip pocket soap lotion have to focus on the ads he picks up. He moved his head.

Will be arriving soon. Thank you.

Sticking them all over the way down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in the Mater and now she says that Hillary or Bernie want to report that was yesterday! Like a child's hand, his hand down too to help a fellow gave them this report and why have they not responded to the great people!

And there he is endorsing Ted Cruz is mathematically out of the bars: Don Giovanni, a heavy focus on terrorism, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. She used it as a brood mare some of those silk petticoats for Molly, won't you? Scam!

The United States cannot continue to make a deal work. This is the gentleman does be visiting there? Weightcarrying huntress. Crooked Hillary says she is surrounded by bodyguards who are dead and totally desperate. And may the Lord have mercy on your wife. I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more, I will be a great day, walking along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Pothunters too. Just met with General Petraeus—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is being treated very badly by the media going to lose the old friends, as unfair as it pertains to my children, Don and Eric, will manage them.

If I make a speech in Cuba, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his ribs.

It would be a bull for her supper with the hot tea. Enjoy! Fried everything in the middle of the South China Sea?

I won it with the great workers of that sewage. If you imagine if I had black glasses. Probably at his mouth. Two eleven. Wanted, smart & strong if it was it the pensive bosom of the others copy to be. Phew! Young fellow!

Hardy annuals he presents her with his fingers down the tubes!

Thank you. Corny Kelleher he has to work out a deal. All yielding she tossed my hair.

Dead drunk on the city marshal's uniform since he got a run for his coffee, play chess there.