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The Rabbit Hole

Summary: The Windy City in the mid-1920s is a spectacle of lights and sounds, roaring with the excitement of jazz music and swinging dance moves. Amid the brilliant stars of Chicago nightlife, there is a dark underground of secrets, mainly that being the mysterious Wonderland Ball you've been invited to participate in and be crowned the next "Alice". What you don't know is you may or may not be allowed to leave, per the Mad Hatter and a White Rabbit's desires. So, daring and brave as you are, you decide to take a journey down The Rabbit Hole and come face to face with high society - people - as you've never seen them before.

Genre: Yandere; Historical Fiction/ Fantasy Based In The 1920′s; Smut; Thriller; Alice in Wonderland Inspired

Warnings: Yandere themes, Mentions of drug/ alcohol use with/without consent, mentions of “gangsters”, light talks of selling your soul/ the devil/ religious “themes”?, sedative drugs used non-consensually, vivid dreams/nightmares, maybe light profanity? Smut: Non-protected sex (twice), creampies, oral sex (f and m receiving/giving), slight nipple play?, spanking, marking, bruising, slightly rough sex, use of a sex swing/ sex swing intercourse, f and m orgasms. I think that’s it.

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook (White Rabbit) x Reader (Alice) x Kim Seokjin (Mad Hatter), Side Pairing of Johnny (Jonathan) Suh from NCT x Reader, Johnny x Jung Jaehyun from NCT.

Author’s Notes: This is not going to be a historically accurate piece. As much as I am an advocate for research and learning about the times of old, I am only human and I am short on time researching in between my full time job. I have grown up and currently live in Chicago and I have never written a story about the Windy City before so here I am, writing to you about the wonderful city I call home. I am doing my best to stay true to my writing as well as make it as accurate as one can, but please forgive me if there are faults in this story!

We are not doing a collective Valentine’s Day event this year but the contents of this piece have been weighing heavily on my mind, so I asked if I could write this story for a little something-something. I hope you all enjoy it!

Written By: Admin 💖 @therealmintedmango

Also, who do you think the other boys from BTS are from Alice in Wonderland in this story? I’d love to know!

Stepping out of my very own vehicle my future husband’s family sent for me, I take in the sights and the sounds that Chicago provides this snowy afternoon.

People waltz around one another and mingle about, snow crunching under their feet. The faint sounds of jingle bells float down the streets in the chilly air, it smells of popcorn and roasted nuts as well as the sludge of gasoline tainting the snow. A cold breeze gliding across the buildings nearly knocks me off my feet as I look up to my new place of residence, a new high-rise Michigan Ave. The stars above my head seem to sparkle in the dark sky, or are those just the electric lights from the grand buildings surrounding me?

Curious, I think as I continue to have my sights set above the horizon. I’ve certainly strayed very far from the corn fields of back home. Inhaling the sharp, bitterly cold air around me, I feel a sense of dread almost wash over my senses. I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. Jonathan and I discussed it in great detail over the wire.

The reality of the situation is finally sinking into my layers of clothing.

Jonathan Suh, the grandson of Suh Realtor Industries Incorporated - which owns about one third of Chicago - has asked me to marry him. It was seemingly out of the blue too. I was going to spend the next years of my life trying to marry into the best livestock or vegetable farmer in town, not the filthy rich grandson in a large city. It felt like a dream when he called me and begged me to come as soon as possible. I suppose it pays off to be kind to everyone, especially when it felt like it was yesterday we were both in grammar school together.

I drink it all in, the busy sounds, the cold night air that leaves me feeling bitter and raw standing in the street while snow begins to descend from the blackened sky. It feels foreign to me even though it’s only about two hours away from the farm. The breeze blistering in from the west sends a chill up my spine.

This is a new beginning, I ponder to myself as I stretch upwards in the middle of the sidewalk. This is my chance at a better life, this is way better than being some poor, sad farm girl. That’s right! I’m going to be the wife of my childhood friend who just happened to be some rich playboy who has more money than he knows what to do with.

I’m going to be a Suh!

...Even if the whole arrangement is a sham...

“Miss, you are going to freeze to death outside!” Jonathan’s maids rush to usher me out of the cold quickly, but not before I accidentally bump into someone on the busy sidewalk.

“I beg you to pardon me,” I mumble as I set my sights over my shoulder on a man dressed in a long coat with hair as white as the snow currently blanketing the ground. “You’ll have to forgive me, I am just enraptured with how bright Chicago seems to shine at night.”

The man’s seemingly red eyes expand with my excitement, then soften. “No pardon to beg, Miss…?” He queries, a bloom of warmth spreading across his face.

“Suh.” I smile as the men shout from my car they have finished unpacking. “Well, I am the future Mrs. Jonathan Suh. For now I suppose I am still Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Strange, I didn’t think he… Well, never mind that now.” His eyes linger on mine. “Johnny’s got good taste.” I hear him mumble under his breath in a deep tone, slurring his words together in a string. “Well, I can’t wait to see more of you, future Mrs. Jonathan Suh.” He says as he swings his coat behind himself and takes off down the street, the crowd and the night dissolving him like a pill in warm water.

Curious and curiouser this night becomes, I think as the maids finally have enough of me standing about in the cold.

“Do you know who that was?” I ask the hoard of them, hoping someone has the answer to my bump in the night with a rather odd fellow. My heart is beating but I’m not sure what for. I know my place. I know why he called me… My fate was sealed as soon as I got the wire from my future husband.

The collective flock shake their heads and mutter polite “noes” as they lead me up grand staircases of marble and through dim corridors at this time of night, leaving my brain a drifting piece of snow in the blizzard that will surely accumulate outside overnight.

“Right this way.” A young redhead coos as she parades me up what must be my twentieth flight of stairs I’ve climbed this evening. “Master Suh will be so happy you are here at last!” They lead me into a beautiful room with the most lavish furniture I’ve ever seen in my life! Magazines and pictures certainly don’t bestow such fine items with quite the same honor as seeing such beauty in person.

“Madam Suh has a full schedule for you this weekend.” One of the elderly looking women dares to swoon as she says, “Wedding planning, I’m sure, no doubt.” My coat is taken from me and I am given house slippers to wear.

The flock - or really I should call them a herd of lemmings - all agree once more as a butler leads us through a hallway with objects of fine art, pottery, and paintings. Each item is so uniquely wonderful that it would make my brothers’ and sisters’ heads spin if they saw how perfect and polished everything is. How ornate and lavish! Am I to spend my life with fine, intricate pieces of art from all mediums? I wonder if Jonathan has created any of these himself? Would he allow me to paint? I wonder...

“Master Suh,” I inhale, realizing I am right at the threshold of a beautiful oak door. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N has arrived.” The butler announces.

My body feels all fuzzy and nervous for some reason. It’s been many years since I’ve seen my dear friend from when we were still learning how to hop on a bicycle in the country where his family had a small house and property that butted up against my family’s by the little lake in the middle of a corn field.

“Y/N!” A deep, refreshing voice purrs before he embraces me in a tight hug. “How was your ride? Did the car fair well, unlike the weather?” He chuckles as his tall frame dwarfs mine in comparison. The scent of him is most definitely cinnamon, scotch, and leather, which I’m not surprised. All fine things to smell of for certain.

The maids all giggle and mumble their approval and the butlers look away, anxious to gaze upon a woman in another man’s arms. I suppose his gesture of a greeting is very rude, but I don’t mind. Being smack-dab in the middle of my siblings, I feel like nothing phases me anymore, even the hug Jonathan wraps around me.

“Jonathan Suh,” I simper, pulling out of his embrace, “The ride was not too terrible, and my, how tall you’ve grown! And so dapper too.” I sigh earnestly. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“I hope you say that every day you wake up and I am there beside you.” Jonathan’s brown eyes seem to daze in the glow from the lamp lights in the sitting parlor.

There’s nothing more I hate than an arrogant flirt, not to mention an arrogant flirt with money is all the more trouble. Is this really going to be the rest of my life? Living with Jonathan like this? So contrived and fake… it makes my insides twist.

“I am rather weary though from a day full of travels.” I pretend to yawn, shifting out of his arms bit by bit and heading toward the door. “May I have the delight in seeing you tomorrow?”

“Oh yes, you must be quite tired. I always get sleepy on car rides.’ Jonathan muses as he extends his hand to the door and the staff scramble into place. “Mr. and Mrs. Alan would you please escort Y/N to her room? I will be here but on the other end of the house until we are...you know-”

“Goodnight, Jonathan.” I say almost too quickly after that, leaving almost as swiftly as I’ve come.

Once my hair is down and I am dressed comfortably in my nightgown, I feel like I can take a deep breath again. It feels odd with my hair unpinned, sitting in a brand-new nightgown, overlooking the rocking waves of the lake and the snow that drifts down from the sky. Basking in the sill of my window from the beautiful lights and moonlight shining through my velvet curtains, I hope and pray that every night I spend in Chicago is not as forced and fake as this one has been.

I’m chasing something odd in my dream.

I move between pictures hanging on the walls, through the bellies of grandfather clocks, I emerge through the darkness every time, chasing a little white rabbit with a cottontail through or around objects of grand design. I have never had a dream that felt so vivid and real, like I am actually flying through my thoughts, time of the utmost essence for some unknown reason. I can’t seem to escape a dark feeling looming around me and I feel slightly frightened that I will not catch the little thing.

When I reach for the little dumpling covered in pretty white fur, it lurches forward, propelling my desire to catch up to the little beast.

I descend deeper and deeper, the spotlight in the darkness focused solely on the bunny ahead of me. I can’t reach him, I’m not fast enough, my feet do not carry me quick enough. I call to the animal but it doesn’t hear me, instead it flies between two large velvet curtains.

“Please!” I beg the animal as I pop through the hole in the curtains, shuffling through on my knees. “Where are you taking…me…” My question dies in my throat as I look up to find red eyes, his curly blonde hair waving at me from under a gold top hat, a gold mask from that of a masquerade celebration covering most of his face.

But, I know that soft smirk well now. I’ve replayed it several times already in my mind like the fool I am.

This is the man I met on the sidewalk. I gasp. But, why is he inhabiting my dream?

“Welcome to Wonderland, Alice.” A soft voice wafts from high above the two of us, making me shiver. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Why am I frightened? Surely this is not a nightmare. I was only following a rabbit and now I am here with these two men.

Slowly, my eyes trail up the large mahogany platform, showcasing a very large, ornately plush gold and maroon seat which houses a man in an all green suit of the finest quality. He is also wearing a mask trimmed with greens and golds, his lush lips pinkened like he had just indulged in delicious raspberry jam pulled into a dark smirk. He sits with the side of his pale face in one of his hands, resting comfortably on the arm of the pretty chair. The man from the street sits on a swing that hangs high from the rafters, silently taking me in. An aura of power and class drips tastefully from every fiber of his being, weighing heavily upon me like he is a hammer and I am but a humble nail.

“Good job chasing rabbits.” The man’s smile further stretches, his amber eyes boring down upon me, making my skin want to jump from my skeleton. “The next step is to find The Rabbit Hole.”

My eyes fling open, a train's loud horn blaring in the distance, the golden morning haze filtering from the curtains across the room. I jolt upward in bed, cold sweat beading my body, tainting the beautiful nightgown the Suhs have given me. I throw the sheets off my bed and clutch my forehead, musing the words of the man in all green over and over to myself in a frenzy.

...What a dreadfully vivid dream...

I’ve been here for almost a week and I’ve lost count of the tea parties and luncheons I’ve attended with Mrs. Suh. The people and the houses and families they all belong to are getting lost to me in the wake of planning for a wedding. Though, I’m not sure how much I am actually planning. Merely pointing between two colors of table placemats and napkins or choosing between a flower or two.

Tonight though, it is another snowy evening on the lakeshore, we are attending a jazz concert at the Sunset Cafe to see a wonderful show performed by the talented Cab Calloway and Louis Armstrong who make the most wonderful music. I was practically buzzing when I heard the news that the Suhs would be taking me this evening. As always, Jonathan and his mother have only two options for me to wear this evening and I must make a choice between them. A silver, more A-lined gown that shows off more skin than one should in the winter with a mink-fur cowl or more fluttering, off the shoulder velvet cobalt-blue style of a ball gown with embroidered golden stars falling from the bust in waves of tulle.

Call me old fashioned, but I choose the one that makes me feel like a princess, not the one that makes me fit in. My thoughts wander between which Suh picked out which dress for me to wear and the dream of me chasing a white rabbit.

I can never seem to catch that rabbit nor have I seen the two men since my first dream. It relieved me, but it also scared me.

A shimmering laugh that is made of moonbeams and stars pulls me from my spell of thought that engrossed me.

The Suhs are dotting and cheerful people, always looking out for their only son in this cruel world. They are wonderful and powerful in their own ways, working the men and ladies in the sitting room of the theater with just a glance or smile of their lips. Mr. Suh smokes a cigar and smacks Jonathan on the back as they stand in the corner away from the ladies. Mrs. Suh includes me in all her conversations, never wanting me to feel lost or dissuaded from a million questions by another matriarch of a well-to-do family.

I can see why Jonathan doesn’t want to disappoint them or the good people of his clan’s name before or after himself.

The room is hazy from the smoky cigars that the men all drag on in between their elaborate conversations about President Coolidge and his beliefs while the women discuss lighter subjects such as traveling to Paris and Morocco as well as tennis. I find my thoughts up in the cloud of smoke that hangs in the room.

“Pardon me, ladies,” Jonathan places a hand gently upon my shoulder, “may I steal Y/N away for a few moments?”

“The concert will begin shortly, Johnny.” Mrs. Suh smiles, casting her charms to her son who smiles with reassurance to his dear mother.

“Don’t fret, mother,” Jonathan grins as she calls him his nickname, “I want to show her off to my college chums.”

Her eyes twinkle in delightful mischief as she swirls her glass of sweet liquor in her hand. “Just be sure to return her in one piece. Y/N has a long day ahead of her tomorrow.”

More wedding planning I’m not privy to I suppose? Such is my life now. High society is fun and all but the pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before… No, my brain is captivated once more by the dark aura of the man from my dream, looming and lingering above me, teeth glimmering in the lim electric light of the room from my lucid dream. That was true, pure evil pressure I wish to never partake in the feeling of ever again.

Jonathan says nothing as he turns from her, ushering me away with his hand placed gently on my shoulder. We move silently and quickly through groups who mingle and giggle, alcohol strong in their glasses and upon their breath as we pass through the crowd of rich socialites.

We stop at one group of gentlemen, but I am only introduced to one handsome man named Jung Jaehyun who fondly shakes Jonathan’s hand and winks at me. What an odd fellow, I tell myself as we dive deeper and deeper into the crowd of people loitering in the fancy sitting room.

“I’m glad you wore the one I picked out.” Jonathan says so low that I may only be able to hear his words. Well, that answers that question then. “These men might eat you alive, so stay as sharp as a blade but soft as a lamb, understand me? They will not leave me be until I introduce you to them.”

“Are they your friends?” I query with a whisper as he pulls me to the edge of the room where young men have beautiful young ladies draped on their elbows.

I have never seen a lady look like they do, but I suppose it is fashionable and “kept up with the times”. I am not so appealing as these ladies are with their skin on display and their heels high, they attract my attention before the men who hold them up do. Their makeup is dark, yet shimmering in the soft glow from the electric lights from above. The fair ladies’ hair is cut so short, their sideways hats and feather headbands merely slip off their sleek and shiny hairstyles. I am in awe of the way they look and envy them for behaving and chatting so freely.

“Do not be scared, but they are budding gangsters who run speakeasies.” My eyes widen with his words, but I do what I am told. “Please do me another favor, Y/N, and become the most desirable woman here.” Jonathan whispers to me before we approach the hoard of people in front of me. “I will set you free from this cage as soon as I can.”

I can only nod as my demeanor switches like that of a light switch.

Walking up to these men and women I’ve never met, I invoke the acting spirit of Jane West for Jonathan. I demand my attention. I am the most beautiful creature in this sitting room, if not all of the world. I did not go to college but I am going to show you how well read and cultured I am. I am going to be a Suh and I command you all to bow down to me in this instant.

“Suh!” A tall man with coiffed, sandy blonde locks beams as he steps away from his fair darling on his arm tonight. “You dog! I didn’t think you’d grace us with your presence this evening!” They shake hands and laugh at nothing vigorously as I look between the two before the blonde catches my eye. They are pretty amber eyes that remain half-lidded and surely dazzle in the glow from chandeliers above. He’s not as tall as Jonathan, but he is handsome. “This must be-”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

A voice from behind the blonde says clearly, setting to be free from the shadow of Jonathan’s friend.

It’s the white rabbit! I think as I try to hold myself together. He looks rather dapper in a white and gold waistcoat with tails, a top hat making him appear to be as formal as one can be. This is the gentleman I bumped into the streets, but I cannot press out of my head. I want to tell him to stay out of my dreams, but I fear he will think me mad if I declare such a bold thing without expressing my thoughts further.

“You know of my future bride, Jeon?” I feel the grip upon my shoulder tighten and breath being held from above me. Don’t fret, Jonathan, I would never tell anyone. I promise. Your secret is safe with me.

The friend with his hair as white as the fallen snow looks at me passively, eyes rimmed red like he can’t sleep a wink either. “I met her on the sidewalk, John, but we’ve never been properly introduced.” He bows and takes my blue-colored gloved hand in his white ones. He kisses the top of my hand and in this ball gown-like dress I am indeed fulfilling my fantasy of pretending to be a beautiful princess. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, future Mrs. Jonathan Suh.”

“Y/N,” Jonathan says, exhaling the concerned breath he’s been holding in, his grip returning to normal as well. “These are my friends from college: Mr. Kim Namjoon, whose family owns one third of the city like mine does, and Mr. Jeon Jungkook, who makes up the triangle of the most powerful families of Chicago.”

“At your service.” Jungkook says with a cheeky grin stretching across his face, kissing the top of my hand once more.

The way he looks up at me makes butterflies trapped in my body flutter and flounce about. But I cannot swoon or succumb to a young man so openly. Jonathan is counting on me.

“I’m delighted to meet Jonathan’s friends from his schooling.” I say in the same charming manner Mrs. Suh has produced all week.

“Forgive me for this is a bold question, future Mrs. Suh, but, will you be getting a gown made?” Namjoon asks me as he sips his scotch on the rocks.

“I think tomorrow I am going for a fitting, yes.” I nod my head, smiling just the right amount.

“Then it should be crafted by the finest in the Windy City, Kim’s Couture on the corner of Washington and LaSalle Street. Have you heard of the establishment before?” Namjoon queries.

“Indeed! I have!” I exclaim happily, my eyes wide as his stay half-lidded as though he is sleepy, though he smiles earnestly.

“Then I must insist you have a treasured wedding gown made by my seamstresses.” He hands me a white business card with only his name upon it. I stare at it until he taps it twice. “They will take excellent care of you, I promise.”

“Oh-ho!” A soft, almost melliferous voice rings out behind me. No... “This must be the infamous bride-to-be!” I know this voice! Fear rattles through me, making me tremble as I look over the shoulder Jonathan is not draped over to look at the mysterious voice. Time is slow as molasses as I face the man from my dream, clad all in a green waistcoat, vest, and top hat, wolfishly grinning at me.

“Ah, this is my eldest brother,” Namjoon muses as the electric lights flash, indicating the performance will begin soon, “Seokjin Kim.”

Kim Seokjin...

I feel like I know everything about this man yet nothing at all. He is the type of man who is a brilliant summer on the outside and stormy winter on the inside. The smile on his lips - that is the color of the inside of a cherry tart - is warm, yet cold all in the same breath. He appears to be a powerful man of high class, wrapped in an enigma of grace and power. But there is a scent of something malicious in the air as he closes the gap between us and gets down on his knee to kiss upon my hand.

I’m not sure what made me do it, but something comes over me, the flight or fight instinct animals possess lurches out of me in this moment.

“Why is a raven like a writing desk?” I ask, pulling my arm away from him.

Seokjin’s bright amber eyes slowly travel up my ball gown, disbelief and confusion colors his good looking features.

Mouths open in shock and my heart drops, but I feign a lie, turning out of Jonathan grasp, and quickly say, “Forgive me, for I feel faint.” I run to the bathroom in the hall as everyone piles into the main room of the Sunset Cafe, heart pounding in my chest and cheeks on fire.

I’m so sorry Jonathan, I did not mean to make a fool out of you. There is just something about the way Seokjin’s gaze is so feral that chills me to the bone.

A hand rests upon Jungkook’s shoulder while he continues to longingly gaze at the door as if he was willing me to come back with his mind. “Don’t worry, Jeon.” Seokjin purrs in his ear, amber gleam set upon the door. “She is the one who chases you every night, not the other way around.”

“I know, hyung.” Jungkook whispers as the brass begins to trumpet through the building. “When do we make our move?”

“Soon.” Seokjin chuckles darkly, guiding the younger of the boys to follow behind him. “Very soon we will have our glorious tea party.”

The subject of marriage has always been an odd one to me, I think to myself as maids and fashion consultants from the Kim’s dress boutique flutter and coo around me.

My parents married but it was never for love. I knew that, my siblings and myself knew that, yet they both loved us all the same. My mother and father married as more of a “good match on paper” sort of situation, than they were truly, madly in love. Still, they never fought, my father never hit my mother, never drank himself silly, never talked to another woman. My mother upheld the same standard and raised us all with love in her hardworking heart. I knew she was aware that I haven’t spoken to Jonathan since we were young children and that I would soon be in the same boat if I accepted his offer.

“A lifetime of money doesn’t equal happiness.” She told me. “You should marry for love, not for any green or gold.”

I agree. I know this full well. I’m not one to be stingy or greedy by any means. I don’t want to be an actress in a picture show or model for a beautiful Channel garment. And though I do want love in my life, I want a secure future. I am the middle child of middle-class farmers. The best match I could have made besides this one was with a cattle farmer or a man who works in the stockyards on the south side of Chicago.

It’s selfish for me to do this not only for myself but to my mother as well.

But, I am here and like my family, I will be fiercely loyal to the man I will call my husband. If not, call me a bold-faced liar and take me and my words to the grave.

Jonathan Suh is not a bad man for who he prefers in the sheets. I know that and have never felt such a way to treat someone less of me if they do prefer the company of one sex over another. I will not break the promise I’ve made to him, but I cannot help but feel like a songbird trapped in a tight, metal cage for the decision I’ve made to help him.

Due to the poor weather Chicago has currently come down with, the wedding has been postponed until further notice.

When I wired my family to tell them the news, my mother answered. I was a bit more than surprised that she almost sounded relieved when I told her the news. I promised I would wire soon and my younger sisters begged me to take them to the city to go shopping at Marshall Fields. My father sounded passive at first when the telephone wire was transferred to him by my youngest brother after he told me the family cat, Cheshire, had gone missing.

Truth be told, I am also more than happy to exhale a breath and not worry about someone questioning me about my upbringing. Or having Mrs. Suh and the don of high-class ladies and waist-coated men galloping around every breath I take.

I can finally relax, I think as I pull out a book in the study as Jonathan reads the Chicago Tribune on the couch across the way from me. We get along well, I realize. Silence suits us both. No tricks, not faking our way through hordes of important people. We have to conserve and save our energy for when we face the people mercilessly wanting to know everything and anything about us, good ole’ Jonathan and I...

No, not Jonathan anymore… I am to be his wife, and he...my…

I peer at him from over my book on flowers, losing interest in the pages.

Can I really pretend we are to be an item forever? Will one of us crack or slip up? It seems like we are stuck in a circle now, both of us floating in a pool of choices we will surely drown in.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Someone knocks at the door, plucking me from my fever of thoughts. I fully peer over the pages in my hands, pretending like I was in fact engrossed in the origin story of an author I enjoyed as a girl.

“Enter.” Jonathan says without skipping a beat, not looking up from his black and white ink. His eyes scan the pages, following the drumming beat of the grandfather clock next to the roaring fireplace. But, now that I study him closer, I’m unsure if he was actually reading or just musing to himself like I was moments ago.

“The post, sir.” Butler James reports as he opens the door, my handmaiden Emily gliding up to us with a silver plate in her hands.

“Thank you, Emily.” Jonathan gives her a half-smile as he takes the single envelope off the tray, slicing it open with trepidation.

I look at the blood-red colored wax seal as he flips the paper, revealing a knight chess piece glaring upside down at me.

Jonathan scans the letter passively at first, his orbs lazily scanning the pages, then suddenly his eyes ignite with rage behind them. “No.” He says softly, red flushing to his handsome face. He rips the paper up into shreds then, aggression and hatred oozing from every pore for some unknown reason. He gets up as he throws the scraps in the fire with vigor as butler James, Emily, and I all stare at him like he’s grown a second head. “Don’t you dare go.” He warns me, irises blaring with unmeasurable loathing. “Those people are dangerous.” Jonathan practically snarls as he exits the room in a fit of rage, stomping down the hall as we look on stunned and slack-jawed at what had just happened.

From what I can tell, Jonathan isn’t one to get upset easily or lash out so that letter must have set him off. But what could it have been?

It really has sparked my curiosity, that’s for certain.

Where wasn’t I supposed to go and who was so dangerous?

I got the answer the next day as I read a book about traveling the jungles of South America.

“Miss!” My handmaiden whispers like a hiss as she enters the study. “Miss!”

“Yes, Emily?” I smile, putting my book down as she flutters to my side in a nervous frenzy. “What is the matter?”

“I snagged this from the post, miss.” She hands you the letter you saw the previous day with Jonathan, the one that he got enraged over. “Please open it quickly, miss, before the butler spots it! They want us to destroy anything with this seal on it!”

I do as I am told, opening up the letter addressed to both Jonathan and myself with the odd wax seal to find an invitation inside.

You Are Cordially Invited To Participate In:

THE WONDERLAND BALL

A Masquerade Party To Determine The Next “Alice”

For Directions Follow Us Down The Rabbit Hole

Knock Thrice For The Door Mouse To Let You Inside

Cheers,

The ‘Mad Hatter’ & Company

“How curious...” I muse as my eyes trail over the letter over and over, wondering what has Jonathan all in a panicked rage. “Well, I don’t even know where “The Rabbit Hole” is so I shan’t be going.”

“Tis’ a speakeasy, Miss.” Emily says her eyes wide as she reads the paper with you. “They say it’s the most fun one in all of downtown!” She giggles. “Shall I fetch you a gown for the ball?”

“No.” I shake my head with a small smile, hanging her back the letter. “If Jonathan said he doesn’t want me to go, I won’t.” I pick up my book as she slightly deflates, wanting to paint me up for the festivities I was invited to. “Please burn this now, Emily, so you don’t get in trouble.”

“Right away, Miss.” Emily bows a little before she heads out of the room, leaving me to daydream in the middle of the study in peace.

“How long must we wait?” Jungkook pesters Seokjin tirelessly who looks down from his wooden pedestal in the back room of the very peculiar club. “I am afraid a letter and her dreams are not going to cut it.” Jungkook snorts, frustration flashing in his red eyes.

“Mm, yes…” Seokjin rubs his chin with his white gloved hand, “Johnny boy has been hiding our little Alice away from our prying eyes, hasn’t he?”

“Yes!” Jungkook stomps his foot like that of a child, fists balled into tight fists at his sides. “And I was promised a maiden for all the hard work I’ve done for you!”

Seokjin laughs darkly then, the sound echoing off the walls of his private chambers. “Jungkook, I’m not sure if you understand that poisoning people and taking out a few smaller families in our beloved city is considered hard work.” He stops then, Seokjin’s usually light voice dripping with malice when he says, “But, I suppose this is one way to end the Suhs and get the last jewel on the crown you are desiring in your attempts to rule the city.”

“Is everything in place for the ball?” Jungkook grits his teeth as he stares up into the man who could end him in one go, but is choosing to help the young gangster. “Your magic won’t fail us now?”

Seokjin winks at him, spending him a flying kiss as he says, “It's going to be dreadfully delightful.” Ending the Suhs, managing to take out some more people in big crime families in Chicago, and adding one more perfect woman to his growing collection of pawns.

Sure, he was mad and about to destroy several lives in the process, but hell if he wasn’t half brilliant and good looking while doing so.

“Mr. Jeon!” I gasp as I peer at the man at my penthouse doorstep, covered in white flakes of heavy, wet snow sticking to his black trench coat and bowler hat. Everyone, even most of the maids were out this afternoon which is why I find myself in front of the door to the penthouse.

“Good evening, Y/L/N.” Jeon Jungkook smiles as he looks down at me earnestly. “Is your future husband not at home?” He whispers as he looks around the empty foyer, red-rimmed eyes glancing over the dim electric lights in the hallway.

I flush. My mind was hazy remembering my kiss with him and the other man that is never far away, Kim Seokjin, from the depths of my dreams. My dreams need to leave me be or I may turn into a codfish with the way they keep my head spinning. They haunt me so, the way my brain demands my nightmares to be replayed over and over like this.

“I’m afraid not, he said he’d be out for the night, taking care of something important at the office.” I say with a fake sigh, shaking my head. Truthfully, he’s been acting very strange lately and I can't quite put my finger on the reason for his odd behavior. Ever since he got that letter… Come to think of it, I haven’t seen any post since that strange night. I’ll ask Emily about it in the morning.

“I see.” Jungkook says softly. The grandfather clock chimes from the sitting room and I am suddenly aware of what time it is. I’m severely underdressed in my baby blue lounge attire, completely ill-prepared for meeting company. Books about faraway lands with princes and kings were the only thing occupying my time this evening and I’m embarrassed to even think that. “In that case, your outfit will just have to do, I suppose…”

Jungkook suddenly steps closer to me in one long stride, closing the gap between me and him. My heart skips a beat, his pupils dilate, my words run dry as he snakes one arm around my back, the other holding my chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“Mr. Jeon-” I stammer, unable to call for help, now that this man has me in his grasp.

“I have been willing you to come and follow me, to give into your darkest desires, but still you resist me.” The young man hisses down at me, brows knit with confusion. “You are the only thing anyone talks about and I cannot stand it any longer.” My mouth hangs open. His nostrils flare as he makes his move. “You will be mine. Not locked away in this tower while Johnny is out and about with another man. You will be our new Alice.”

Before I can say anything, he pours a vile from his pocket into my mouth, holding it above my arms so I can’t smack it away. It tastes like roast turkey and strong alcohol and I try to claw and get away but I cannot as Jungkook holds my mouth open; my tongue feels numb and my arms feel like jelly, going limp in Jungkook’s arms. The only thing I can remember before completely blacking out is the little tag on the side of the bottle that says “DRINK ME”, tied with a pink ribbon hanging from the tiny glass and the smell of his cologne which reminds me of musk with a dash of black pepper.

Faint sounds of brass and strings pull me from my unconscious state in a flurry.

My brain is working hard, producing series and strings of thoughts. Why did Mr. Jeon Jungkook do that to me? Does Jonathan know where I am? In the same breath, where am I? What was that drink? Have I been poisoned? I look at myself on the red heart-patterned bedsheets. I look fine. There is no sign or feelings that I’ve been harmed, no bruises, and most importantly of all, there is no blood. There is no indicator at all that I’ve been harmed at all, which makes me sigh in relief.

But still, where have I been taken? This surely is not a room in the Suh residence.

A room with no windows, a giant bed in the middle of the room, large wooden pedestals with various wax candles lit drip down the sides surround me, red velvet curtains drape the walls making the warm room seem even more dim, and a wooden swing all decorate the space I find myself trapped in.

I can feel the color drain from my face when I realize that I’ve been here before. In fact, I’ve been here many, many times - almost every night. Not in the flesh but in my dreams. The only thing that is missing are the two men I see every night…

All the little hairs on my body stand at alert, worry coloring my thoughts, and I feign a small gasp in the large room.

With a lump in my throat and my heart thumping so hard I fear it might try to escape my chest, I run from the room.

My blue nightgown flutters behind me, time seems to slow as my bare feet carry me through the rooms from my dreams - though it’s backwards this time. I dash like a mad person, twirling and twisting my way through the room with mirrors on every side, seeing myself panting like a dog running so hard in the reflective glass. Though, I am happy to see I have no scratches upon my face either. I run through the room with clocks hanging all over the walls chiming and ticking at different times, springing through the belly of a giant, tall grandfather clock. I trip over the hems of my dress in the room with a long table in the middle which appears to stretch on for miles in this long room. There are various tea sets, cups, and pots along with tea cakes and sweet treats placed in a perfectly chaotic mess on the table as the eyes of various animal heads stare at me from their places hanging on the walls.

As I shimmy through the small door leading to the room with the walls full of water and sea creatures from the ocean, I pause my panting and sputtering as I spot Mr. Jung Jaehyun with his back pressed up against the glass. He is moaning, panting himself, a masquerade mask dangling in his hand, legs wrapped around the waist of a tall man in a vest who is rolling his hips sensually into his. My eyes widen as I figure out what the two of them are doing quickly and avert my attention. My thighs rub together, a strange fire grows in my lower abdomen, and I know I shouldn’t be looking but there is nothing but pure bliss on Mr. Jung’s face.

I can’t stop, I remind myself as my feet continue to carry me through the rooms I know so well.

Slinking away across a far wall full of lobsters without being caught, I hear Mr. Jung Jaehyun mewl one singular name, “Johnny!” I want to turn around, catch my “future” husband's side profile as he makes love to another man, confirm it’s him, but my mind flashes back to meeting Jaehyun for the first (and only) time and how they touched each other so fondly. Jungkook’s words ring in my words as I hear laughing coming from beyond the rooms filled with tanks and gilled beasts.

Keep going. I can make it out of this place from my nightmares.

The next room is filled with more people, though it’s hazy at best in here. There are giant hookah pipes in the middle of floor cushions, people with and without masks on touching each other so unabashedly, some naked, half-nude, or still in their ball gowns all laying over each other in a pleasure-filled party I was slightly jealous I haven’t been invited to.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A deep yet clear baritone purrs over the sounds of jazz music and groans of love-making. I turn my head to his voice, feet skidding to a halt as I look at Mr. Kim Namjoon in his half-naked glory, navy blue silk robe hanging off his shoulders exposing a lovely chest, half-lidded eyes tracing my form like I am a piece of delicate meat he wishes to indulge in. “What are you doing without your mask?” He snaps his fingers, chuckling lightly as he takes another drag of his long silver pipe. “Twins, get her a mask!”

“Where am I?” I query as I feel the presence of two figures slowly approaching me out of the dim haze. “Who are you people?” It feels wrong to be here, to witness this. It doesn’t feel right. I feel out of place and my body is begging me to run and my legs tremble like a fawn.

His brows furrow as he takes the tube out of his mouth, blowing smoke rings in my face. “Who are you to question me, Y/N?” He snickers as the “twins” catch my arms, placing a mask over my face as I struggle. “You are but another “Alice” to me. Take her to the ball, you two. The rabbit and the hatter are dying to see her, I’m sure.” They tie the mask around me successfully, leading me out of this room into the next one which I know is the one where the floor is a giant chess board.

“Please,” I plead with the good looking twins who march on like the loyal soldiers to this strange cause, “what is all this?” The music and the chatter and maniacal laughing is growing louder as we prance down the hallway with portraits of people who are dressed in all white and all red. “I just want to know…”

“Suppose we ought to tell her?” The taller of the two says after a moment of silence between the three of us.

“Suppose we ought not to.” The shorter one shakes his head as he carries on in the quest to take me somewhere. “Boss will be mad.”

“You are to be the belle of the ball.” The taller one says with a viscous boxy grin.

“The new “Alice”.” The short one with fluffy lips nods this time.

“Everyone keeps saying that, but I don’t know what it means?” I say as I hold my breath, about to waltz into the strange chess-board-like room.

“The most beautiful, wonderful, talented, special, magical-” The taller twin rambles on.

“The most perfect woman at The Wonderland Ball is called “Alice” until the next one.” The shorter one states softly as he inhales a giant breath. They both let me go, pushing me forward as the drapery of the simple heart-patterned curtain gives way and I am standing at the top of a grand staircase while hundreds of people from below all gasp and stare up at me.

As soon as I regain my footing a spotlight hits me and causes me to shield me eyes away from the bright light bearing down upon me. The upbeat music falls silent and I am acutely aware that I am standing here in my loungewear and not properly dressed to be at the forefront of attention this evening.

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for!” The voice that makes my hair stand up on end purrs as his lush lips soothe the microphone on the little stage they’ve set up for the jazz band to play on. Kim Seokjin, my eyes lock with his which dance with mischief, his smile greedy, dressed to the nines in a rich green suit. “The crowning of the belle of the ball, the apple of all our eyes, the one that shines brighter than anyone in the picture shows, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!”

A roar of cheering, clapping, and brass music erupts as a white haired-man with a stretched, gummy smile that doesn’t fade takes my hand and leads me down the black and white staircase. The noises seemingly die in my ears as the man on my arm says nothing, grins like a cat about to catch a mouse in its claws. Time slows, people moving and waving at me become a blur as I see who is waiting at the bottom of the staircase.

Mr. Jeon Jungkook.

The man on my arm notices how tense I am and he ever so slightly turns his head and says to me in a deep voice, “They are not going to harm you. Jungkook is infatuated with you.” My cheeks heat up. “Seokjin is helping him accomplish his dreams because he signed his life away to the servitude of others for as long as he shall live.”

“Signed his life away?” I breathe, eyes never leaving Jungkook in a white waistcoat.

“You can’t get something for free in this world.” The cat-like man growls as we are almost there. “You’ve heard of an eye for an eye, correct?” I node slightly. “A soul of servitude so he can produce strange magic, according to him and the Red Witch of Underland.”

My heart nearly stops realizing what has happened. “The devil?”

“Bingo, babe.” The cat-man chuckles a deep rasp, sliding his arm away from mine. “Have fun.”

“Now you kids have fun chasing rabbits!” Seokjin’s voice crackles through the microphone. “Everyone, enjoy the last few hours of the wonderland ball!” More hooting and hollering echoes in the building as I am exchanged into Jungkook’s strong arms.

“I thought you’d never make it.” He smiles from under his white mask at me. He takes my hand and leads me to be embraced on the dance floor. Seokjin smirks at us as he begins to sing a popular pop song everyone swoons at.

“Would you like to tell me what this is all about?” I query with a sneer on my lips. “Why am I here? Why have you poisoned me?”

“I have not nor would I ever harm you.” Jungkook grips my waist tighter. “I merely gave you a strong sedative so that I could bring you to our wonderful palace.”

“Why?” I question as he twirls me around his outstretched arm.

“Because from the moment I bumped into you, you have been the only thing consuming my mind.” He earnestly tells me, sorrow coating his eyes. “I’m not sure what trap Johnny has ensnared or tricked you in but I very much hate seeing him lock you away from the world.”

“You’re wrong.” I state angrily, glaring at him.

“He doesn’t care about you. He likes to frolic about with diplomats’ sons, not farmers’ daughters.” Jungkook smiles at me.

“That’s not true…” I mumble, my eyes looking away from his red-rimmed ones boring down upon me. “I-I am marrying Jonathan for my own personal reasons.”

“Oh, ho?” Jungkook softly chuckles, leaning over, turning my gaze back to him as he gently caresses my cheek. “Do you really believe that, darling?”

“I do...I do! I-I came here willingly.” I tremble, my facade I’ve been trying to convince myself of this whole time crackling under the pressure of his words. “I l-love…” My words linger as I look beyond Jungkook, looking up to see, “...Jonathan…” walking toward myself in the middle of the dance floor.

“Jeon!” Jonathan says, Mr. Jung Jaehyun trailing behind him, eyes wide and scared when they find mine. The male in the waistcoat holding me turns his head to the noise, the brass music climaxing, the gasps of people Jonathan is stepping between couples dancing in the soft electric light from above - I feel like my heart is going to burst. My future husband pulls his arm back, fists clenched, ready to hurt Jungkook, and with an exhale I close my eyes fearing the worst was about to ensue.

The electric lights in the strange ballroom give out in the same second.

People scream all around me, a loud thud is heard and I feel like something unexpected is about to occur, the atmosphere heavy and full of invisible pressure.

“Release the jabberwocky!” A voice echoes as chaos ensues.

“Come with me.” A voice purrs, ripping me away from Jungkook’s arms. I feel almost empty as shouting and yelling break out in the middle of the dance floor. “I will protect you, Y/N, my crown jewel.” My stomach pits hearing him say my name, tickling my ear like the serpent that led Eve to eat the apple of her demise.

Kim Seokjin.

With a snap of his fingers, we are back in the room I started out this evening in and where my dreams always have me end at. I land on the bed in a huff and he ends up sitting upon the swing, looking at me with a triumphant smirk on his luscious lips. There is a certain air about him now that doesn’t seem so threatening, so serious now for some reason. Perhaps it’s him sitting upon the swing like that of a child? I haven’t the slightest clue.

“Where am I?” I demand, glowering at Seokjin from across the way.

“Curiosity often leads to trouble, my dearest Y/N.” Seokjin chuckles darkly, eyes roaming my body, a knowing look on his features. “I think before your marriage you are looking for a little trouble, if you catch my drift.”

Trouble…

My mind completely spirals remembering the scenes of people entangled with one another, their mouths working in tandem with each other, their slippery pink tongues entwined in a passionate battle for dominance. Mr. Jung Jaehyun’s face twisted in pleasure, moaning and mewling as his lover - my future husband - was thrusting vigorously.

A lightbulb finally goes off in my head.

“You want me to give into you both then my dreams will end?” My voice shakes as I query to Seokjin who continues to lightly push back and forth on the swing. “Then you will let me leave?”

His eyes flicker with a hungry vigor to them, gleaming in the dim candlelight. “Precisely.” His soft voice cuts the atmosphere like a sharp blade, leaving me with a chill radiating down my spine. “Let’s have some fun, “Alice”.”

“As long as you promise I am to be set free from all of...this.” I gesture around the room as he makes a come hither motion with his fingers at me.

“You have my word.”

Somehow, I don’t believe him, but I am desperate for any way out of this wretched place I can find.

So, I will use the body I was blessed with to the fullest extent.

I am a loyal woman. I step toward the man on the swing, my hands coming up to the ties around my chest and my waist. His eyes spark with a ravenous hunger in the depths of his orbs. I know that I am not doing a decent thing. Seokjin snaps his fingers again, all his clothes disappearing but his green top hat, vanishing before my very eyes. I know I am more than what I am succumbing to right now. But my stomach does feel hot and my thighs rubbing together is making me feel faint for some reason. My garments fall to the floor in a soft patting sound and I lose my breath in the same moment.

Don’t tell me I actually want this…?

I stand in front of him on the swing and I can’t help but bite my lip as my eyes roam his pale figure, tracing down his collarbones to his sculpted abdominal muscles he has been hiding. Did he sell his soul to the devil to become handsome too I wonder?

“So beautiful.” He revels looking at me unabashed, a wolfish grin spreading across his pretty face. Part of me wants him to touch me, to caress the underside of my breast, to trace the outline of my hips with his fingertips, but he doesn not.

I have to remind myself this isn’t for me. This is for the man that has been tormenting me.

“Get me ready for you.” Seokjin commands, smirk still spread across his face. I comply, dropping to my knees to be faced with a large member swinging forth from the middle of his legs on the swing. “And you will address me as “Sir”, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” I respond, biting my lip as I look from his eyes to his member once more.

“Suck.” He chuckles lightly, pointing to his middle and I can’t help but follow this simple instruction.

I don’t tease him, though I’m not really sure I know what I am doing in the first place. I swirl the flat of my tongue over his mushroom-tipped head several times. He moans in response, his hands coming off the swing’s ropes to hold my hair from my face as I swallow him further down my wet cavity. My middle aches and pulses, empty, missing something as I steady myself against Seokjin’s thighs.

“Good little girl.” Seokjin hums, his sound voice making me feel appreciated. The sound vibrating through to my own middle, making me groan around him.

I bob my head up and down his long length, enjoying the way he hums and gasps in response to my efforts. It’s a little hard to breathe I think as I continue my pace, nose hitting Seokjin’s pubic bone, smelling the most intimate part of him.

My dominant hand grabs his member at the base, working him in tandem with my mouth. Up and down his thick member I go, reveling in every twitch and rumble that flies out of his throat. The swing starts to sway with my rhythmic movements, bobbing him back and forth with vigor, tears climb to my eyes. The tip of him hits the back of my mouth, making me gag and choke on his wonderful cock. The heat was pooling in the middle of my stomach and I fear I am going to lose my mind. I pick up the motions of my mouth and hand, tears skating down my pinkened cheeks, his grip tightening around the base of my skull, digging into my scalp.

It burns… But, I also enjoy it. This feeling...so wet and tight and I feel so evil and sinful but the pleasure is driving me mad.

“Baby girl.” There’s warning in his tone as I pop off his cock in an instant, looking up to him with big worried eyes. His head was leaned back, not focused on looking directly at myself, but the feeling of my lips and fingertips. “Up.” He commands once more, head twisting back to a comfortable position to stare at me.

I scramble to my feet, missing the feeling of him in my mouth already, not to mention aching for him in the middle of my legs. I rub my thighs together for some easy friction, knowing that it won’t help me much at this point.

Seokjin moves his hand to stroke against his giant member in his palm and I lock my orbs in place on the slit of his cock where a clear liquid was oozing out. My mind is truly hazy at best, as I just stand there and watch him stroke himself up and down in a lazy fashion. I bite my lip once more.

I do want this. I am almost ashamed to admit that I want this man.

“Are you going to be good and let me use you?” Seokjin’s dirty words make my middle pool and contort with more of a raging fire.

“Y-Yes, sir.” I say again, cheeks hot and damp from sucking his cock moments ago.

His nostrils flare, his cock twitches in his grasp as he motions to sit upon his middle. “I bet you’re so wet for me.” He chuckles, smile darkening with his words.

Seokjin eases me down on his thick member, my hole so wet, so slick, allowing him to stretch my clenching walls in an easy motion. I gasp, eyes popping out of my head. My nails dig into his shoulder blades, back arching with his giant, twitching dick tight inside of me. I wrap my legs around his lean waist, his pale skin flexing in the candlelight with his movements as he stills, letting my hips sink down into the base of his cock.

“Baby girl.” Seokjin purrs, breath tickling my ear as he throbs inside of me. “I need you.” He growls, littering the crook of my neck with sloppy kisses. He positions us just so on the swing, readying us to begin when he deems necessary.

“P-Please use me, s-sir-r!” I mumble in the base of his neck, feeling high on this pleasure-filled pain.

“I live to serve.”

I gasp as he starts moving his hips inside of my center, bucking up into my body with a fevered pace instantly. The swing moves back and forth and I feel like the motion is going to make me feel his body sliding in and out of me too well. I cling to him for dear life, my grip surely bruising him or harming him in some way as he slides in and out of my slicked out center at a brutal rhythm.

Tears find my eyes again as he nips at my neck, marking me up with tender love bites. I’m a howling, moaning mess, losing my sanity. I am finally full of Seokjin’s girth, filling me up beyond desire.

Seokjin kisses my lips then in his, melting our mouths together in a hurry. He holds my face in his palms, grunting and groaning for me, and only me. His tongue enters my mouth in search of something unknown, moaning into my lips laced together with his hot mouth connected with my pink tongue. He rolls his saliva coated tongue into mine in haste, need seeping into my senses, consuming my thoughts as he thrusts up in me, using the swing as a propellant to ease us forward and backward.

“Feels...so-o..good~!” I moan in between our passionate kisses.

Seokjin just growls like a feral animal in response. The tip of his cock kisses my cervix continuously, brushing past a spot inside of me that instantly makes me quake. He rockets himself against me, rutting his body against my core in sync with his hips slamming into mine. Seokjin expels filth from his mouth about filling me to the brim with his seed, seeing my stomach swollen and full of his children, his warm breath hitting my ear making me shudder in response.

I can’t focus, my climax getting ready to pop at any moment. Wet noises fill the dark room, as Seokjin’s rough speed of his length in and out of my molten, wet center continues. My erect nipples swirl on his pale chest, circling quickly as he bounces me up and down his giant cock, swinging through the air like some sexual trapeze artist.

“Are you going to be good to me?” He asks me, smirk present in his tone, pace almost blinding now as he pushes in and out of me with a need so heavy and strong I can practically smell it rising from his skin. “Are you going to let me fill you up, my little doll?” Seokjin snarls into my skin.

“Pleaseeeee!” I practically scream, eyes flying open as he hits my center at just the right spot that makes me see white.

“Ah-ah!” He tsks. “What do we say?”

“Please, sir!” I mewl and gasp, thighs quaking in his hold, my juices squelching out of me as he continues to thrust into my sensitive molten core. “Seokjin!” I cry while he growls into the scorching skin of my neck inhaling sharply as he slams his hips into my shivering body. “Sir!”

Seokjin grunts, cock spurting his seed into me with a need so raw, so feral he finds his footing hard to maintain on the swing, stilling us from moving about, holding my hips tightly down upon him. He sucks harshly on my skin as he too shudders and grunts, biting down on the crook of my neck, stretching my clenching walls around his member as he fills me with his hot white seed.

My cries of pleasure fill the small room, my pleasure-filled haze coming to a close as Seokjin shifts us - still joined together - to the bed in the middle of the room. I hold onto Seokjin as he keeps his seed inside of me, feeling like I just had the ride of my life on top of him. My climax dies down, my first high fading away, fog around my brain being lifted temporarily as my nails rake over shoulders I’ve definitely marked up.

A cool, damp towel appears with a wave of his arms, stroking my middle with it delicately cleaning up the mess I’ve made. “How does it feel to be connected with the devil?” Seokjin sneers as he pulls out of me, making my center ache and twitch for him.

My eyes grow wide and my lips part but before I can say anything Jungkook bursts in the room.

“Am I late?” Jungkook pants as he looks awestruck by me on the bed.

“For a very important date.” I gaze back to Seokjin who is now fully dressed, smirking that soft, playful smile like he usually does at Mr. Jeon. “Don’t worry, I was just getting her ready for you, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook eyes him with narrowed orbs, but buys the lie Seokjin is selling and proceeds to strip himself of his white waistcoat. “What is on the menu tonight?” His red-rimmed irises bore into mine and I feel self-conscious suddenly. He circles the bed in the manner like that of a wolf would as he finishes stripping himself of any dressy garments, though his slacks remain on.

“The one you most desire out of everything in this world.” Seokjin purrs, stepping up to take his seat on his pedestal high above us.

Is he going to watch us?

“Fuck,” Jungkook growls, dropping to his knees in front of the bed suddenly. He pulls me closer to him by my ankles, throwing my thighs apart so my center is exposed to him in the rawest form. He stares at my glistening middle as I try to close my legs with a little, pathetic whimper.

“Don’t.” The rabbit-like man moans wantonly, holding onto my ankles loosely. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, you know that, right?” His hands glide up my thighs achingly slow, holding me in pace for his eyes to ravage as they please.

The fire in my lower stomach has returned, hungry and ready to go for more.

His warm fingertips make it to my inner thighs, kneading the flesh there tenderly, so close to my throbbing core that I almost beg him with a cry to dip down into me, but I refrain, hanging on to every trace or brush of his hands against my scorching flesh.

“What do you want, my darling?” He groans into my inner thigh, lips ghosting my sensitive flesh there, inching closer to my heated skin with his upper body.

“Please.” I finally ask, begging, almost choking out the word, forgetting Seokjin watching us from above.

His dominant hand finally finds my nether lips, tracing them up and down with his two longest fingers but not exactly touching me where I am aching quite yet. “Please what?” He teases, stroking me up and down slowly, holding his feral gaze in mine, amber eyes seemingly on fire.

“Please, Jungko-“

He slaps my middle with little force or malice behind it, but I jolt, mewling aloud, wanting him to secretly do it again.

Jungkook goes back to tracing my lips in the middle of my body, smug smirk seated on his devilishly handsome face. “You are so wet, darling.” He slaps me again, though this time I want it more than I’d actually care to admit.

“Jung-” I choke on my words.

He slaps me again, this time with slightly more force behind his fingertips. I hiss out a breath, staring at him with my mouth slightly ajar, brows turned up, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes already.

“I have to have a taste.” He kisses my inner thigh as he slowly traces his thumb over my slicked out folds.

I let out a wanton cry as he hums into my thighs, growling low and deep. I swear there’s a smile in his voice as he works with his mouth and fingertip in tandem. “Mine.” He breathes, sucking on the sensitive flesh of my innermost thigh, marking me with a throaty growl.

“J-Jungkook..!”

I am a mess. I let loose a series of pants, breathless moans as he works my coil in the pit of my stomach tighter with every brush or groan he grants my hot body. I am melting under Jungkook’s touch, my body feeling sticky, arousal dripping from my middle while he circles my delicate clit.

His thumb was increasing his pace of gliding over my bundle of nerves, still slow, still making my breathing become erratic, but the desire for Jungkook to do more was driving me insane. I’ve had a taste of sex and look at me wanting more. I didn’t know if I could be in the position to ask for more. But I wanted him to place those perfect, beautiful sinful lips on my molten core. Jungkook’s breath fans over my middle as he continues to stroke me down there.

I miss the twitch confined to the middle of his pants from the man watching us from above with eager need.

As if sensing my need, his tongue swipes a slow stripe through my folds, the cool of his muscle against my exposed center making me black out for a moment, the sensation far too much for me to bear with right now. His snort of laughter brings me back to reality as he swirls his pink tongue at my empty entrance.

Jungkook laps at my folds as if he is a starved man, hungry, desperate for his next meal. I keen, gripping onto the base of his golden torso as laps at me. I’d think grounding myself on top of Jungkook’s head would make me saner, gripping his strands of hair as he goes to town in my middle. But really, it makes me feel completely mad, like I’ve gone insane.

The feral, untamed animal-like noises that escape his throat drive me absolutely wild, my skin on fire with need and want. My nails cling to his scalp, dragging him closer to my middle as he ravages my core. He maneuvers his two longest fingers through the glossy slick, lubing his digits to breach my entrance.

“Jungkook!” I gasp, choking on my words as he makes a come hither motion with his fingers, splitting my velvet walls to open for him.

Jungkook swirls his tongue over my little pearl of sensitive nerves, lapping and sucking my flesh like he's never eaten a thing in his life. He continues his very audible growling and moaning, husk in his voice incredibly thick.

“Let go, baby.” He coos into my middle as I jolt and shake, his digits brushing past the most delicious spot deep inside of my clenching walls. “Give me your release.”

His words finally tip me over the edge.

I tighten my hold on him, gritting my teeth in the process. My head falls backward on the sheets, eyes screwed closed as Jungkook slurps every inch of my middle clean, not leaving anything to go to waste.

“Kookie,” I sputter out, the feeling of his tongue and fingers becoming too much for me. “I-I’m c-c-cumming-!”

As I say the last of my words, the world comes undone around me for the second time today, my tight coil finally popping. Blinding white stars coat my vision for a second, my body shivering and shaking as I drip out onto the flat of Jungkook’s tongue.

He laps up my sensitive hole up with more snarls, more feral noises escaping his body. Tears flow down my face as I unhinge my nails from his silky blonde strands, trying to push him away from my overly sensitive flesh with pathetic mewls of protest escaping my throat.

More. My brian prompts me to continue to sate my undying lust burning inside of me. I need more.

“Jungkook,” I beg while his tongue still explores my throbbing hole, giving my sensitive skin rapt attention. “Jungkookie. Please. I c-can’t.” I tug at his blinde hair gently, trying to get him to stop teasing me with his tongue.

He doesn't stop and I can only think of one thing to ask before I lose my damn mind with him between my thighs.

“Jungkook.” I shudder, high building up once more. “Please fuck me.”

Everything in the room stills, the only sound heard was our heavy breathing.

He looks up from my sensitive core, brows knit together as he looks into my eyes with such a passionate gaze of uncertainty. My juices were coating the bottom half of his face, his blonde hair is in a state of disarray, as he proceeds to slowly rise to his feet, looking over me on the bed.

“What?” He questions incredulously down at my fucked out form. Jungkook looks at me as if I am the most fragile thing in the world, as if I would burst into flames at any moment. “My darling, my love, there’s no going back if we-“

“I know.” I smirk up to the gorgeous gangster in all of the Windy City. “I want this too.”

His nostrils flare, his eyes widen, and his gaze softens. Jungkook looks down at me with something akin to lust, which makes my heart rate increase...

“Up.” He commands, raw husk pouring out of his tone as he starts to undo his pants, the zipper noise almost jarring in the quiet of the night.

I do as I’m told. I’ve fallen far down the rabbit hole now, I think as I shift on the bed. Standing was a little difficult as he’s just given me one of the best feelings I’ve ever had. I keep my eyes glued to Jungkook. His hands travel sensually down his tiny waist to his slacks he unbuttons. I am gasping, unable to take my eyes off the very beautiful sight of his thick cock bouncing, finally free from the confines of his dress pants. The tip was red and angry, a bead of precum adorning the slit of his mushroom-like head. He was long, girthy, and I want nothing more than it inside of myself at this very moment.

Jungkook grips the base of his cock with his hand while he steps out of his pants, giving his shaft a few pumps up and down while I watch with an open mouth.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.” He confesses softly, reaching for me with his free hand. I inch closer to him, gliding my hands over his defined body, admiring his lithe, yet sturdy frame. My fingers hungrily trace every ridge, every contour of his golden torso. Jungkook was so warm, so wonderful, and I am slightly kicking myself for not giving into him sooner. “To have you,” he continues, kissing up the side of my neck.

“Please.” I beg him again, eyes flickering back and forth between his.

“Turn around.” He leans in to kiss me with passionate need. His lips molding into mine as I cling to him for more. I taste my essence on his tongue which makes me whimper into his strong hold. “I’m going to fuck you now, my love.”

Again, I don’t need to be told twice as he guides me to where he wants me, bending me at the waist so my fingers dig into the unkept sheets below, my backside open and exposed to him.

“So pretty for me.” I hear the grin in his deep rumble. Jungkook slaps my bottom, granting him a hiss to escape my throat. I whine when he does it softly several more times, making my head soar.

I hear him spit before I feel the extra saliva lubricant coat my backside, the cool of his juices combined with mine was driving me up a wall.

“Jungkook!” I gasp.

He groans when I call for him, pushing his fat head of a cock at my aching, empty hole, wanting him to finally join the two of us.

“Darling,” he sounds like he’s straining to hold back. “Baby, please, fuck!” He grunts, splitting my walls inch by agonizingly slowly. I moan as he stretches me wide, entering me like he owns me.

He thrusts inside of me all the way with one snap of his hips suddenly. A cry leaves my lips along with a strangled one from the man inside of me. My eyes widen as I realize that he’s not going to go easy on me tonight, he’s going to fuck me on his terms. I was in for a wild ride this evening.

Jungkook leans the front of himself over my sticky back, pressing our heated flesh together more, growling to the outside shell of my ear, nipping the flesh under my lobe while sliding in and out of me with a brutal pace he’s set.

“Baby…” he moans in my ear, the deep purr vibrating throughout his body making my breathing hitch and sob. His hips snapping into mine with a rhythm, I swear, no human man could ever achieve. Liquid was flowing down my eyes as the push and pull of Jungkook slamming his giant cock into my velvet folds repeatedly already had me tearing the sheets in two with my nails.

“Jung! Ah! Kook!”

Seokjin glides his hand over his cock from above the bed, matching the rhythm Jungkook’s hips produce, enjoying the wonderful show.

I gasp this over and over like a prayer falling from my lips. My eyes are squeezed shut, my body hot with the raw purpose to feel Jugnkook inside of my heated center. His cock pushes in and out of me at a fevered pace, making my vision blur, seeing far too many white stars.

My brain is fuzzy as he hits the spot inside of me that blinds me, pleasure swimming in my veins. My third climax was surely on the way.

“Baby,” Jungkook grunts, one of his arms snaking up my torso, his long fingers finding one of my bouncing breasts. He starts pinching my erect nipple, holding on to me tighter as we slide back and forth off of one another.

My coil was wound so tight, I don’t know if I’d be able to last much longer. Especially not with Jungkook’s fingers attaching to my hardened nipple, his lips to the crook of my neck, and his cock slamming in and out of my clenching middle with a fevered need.

He bucks into me faster, my walls clamping down on him, my coil about to pop, about to burst forth again. I can’t hold myself up any longer, my legs shaking violently. My knuckles are turning white with how hard I am clawing at the heart patterned sheets.

“Jungkook! I-“ I mewl, but I don’t get to finish my thought.

In a split second, Jungkook pulls out of my middle, flipping me over and letting me fall onto my back so I could be face to face with him. Jungkook climbs on top of me quickly, wanting to resume his feverish pace immediately, hunger and need in his amber gaze. He settles between my legs, pushing himself back into my slicked out center easily, restarting from where he last left off.

I gasp when he enters me, clinging to his shoulders, holding him while the lewd squelching noises in the room continue to grow, faster, louder. He grips onto my hips, guiding me at a blinding speed I didn’t know he could achieve. Is he a victim of the devil as well?

Sweat was pouring off our bodies, my brain unable to produce a sane thought as he grunts and moans my name, his red orbs never leaving my face as he rockets his cock into my folds like it was his job.

It happens again, the very right feeling deep inside of my body, the one that makes me grit my teeth, that makes me see hundreds of tiny white stars.

“Jung! Kook~!” I scream into the quiet room, tears flowing from my hues as I card my fingers through his blonde strands, trying to make a purchase on his roots.

My hands travel down his backside as he snarls, “I’m going to make you my wife! Not some wannabe from the Northside!” Jungkook huffs, his movements slowing down, one of his thumbs finding my folds again, circling my aching clit in hurry - a stark contrast to earlier. “I’m going to claim you as my own.”

Seokjin smiles like he’s just won the lottery, masturbating to the sight of both his clients intertwined, fucking onto each other with unbridled lust. He comes then watching his new toy’s back arch, breasts in the air, Jungkook’s frame pounding into her with hungry trepidation.

I grab onto the ample flesh of his bottom, feeling the world come tumbling around myself once more. Letting my body shake and quake on top of the sheets, my third orgasm taking me by force. I feel complete - feel whole for some reason. I am so completely taken aback with the storm rippling through my body in pleasureful tremors, one right after the other, I cannot even begin to breathe properly.

He lets a feral snarl rip through his body as he pumps into my leaking middle a few more times, my whole being consumed by Jungkook. He leans over me, sucking my neck colors of purples and dark reds and I scream as his cock swells inside of my velvet walls, releasing his own essence into my womb, holding him there like a vice grip as he spurts his seed deep inside of me.

Once our highs come to a close, I run my fingers through his hair, his throbbing cock still joined inside of my middle. We both pant, holding the other for dear life, finally together, and fulfilled with one other. Jungkook kisses along my jaw, moaning my name, telling me what an amazing baby doll I am as his cock finally softens inside of my aching cunt.

“Bravo.” Seokjin claps as he walks down the wooden stairs. “You both did very well!” He chuckles darkly. I squeak in surprise. I forgot he was there and I scramble to cover myself with the soiled sheets.

“Okay, Kim,” Jungkook says as he kisses my nose, pulling out and picking up my clothes and handing them to me. He dresses in his undergarments and dress pants quickly, buttoning them up as he turns to the man all in green. “You had your show.” I listen as I dress myself with haste, back turned to the two men. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked: invested the money overseas, gotten rid of the competition and family in this lovely city, got you a new “Alice”, and even let you watch us play ball. I think it’s time to set us free.”

“Yes,” the mad man snickers, darkness clouding his tone, “you both have served me well. But nobody is leaving my perfectly curated speakeasy.”

I turn around and my heart is dropping to the floor. Shock is written all over Jungkook’s face as I clench my jaw in guilt.

“But, I’m afraid you both made a deal with me, and I don’t give up my new toys so easily.” Seokjin caresses Jungkook’s face in his pale hand, while holding my gaze with a sense of gentle anger. “You can’t always get what you want. But hey, look on the bright side: at least you have each other.”

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I am in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so that a fellow. Walking down by the stones. The tip of his supporters. —Dignam, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with scorn. Rawhead and bloody bones. He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. That cursed dyspepsia, he says it, set his wineglass delicately down. All the toady news. Holding forth. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Wrong, it is. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the opposite of what Bernie stands for. The reason I put found in his ad. POST 110 PILLS.

Didn't you see him. The Southern White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton is not in this wide world a vallee. He thrust back quick Agendath.

Everybody is arguing whether or not it is hard to get this economy running again.

A vote for TPP, which is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good and doing a great case out of control.

Michael Morell, the same. His hand looking for that.

Thank you. Off his chump.

Thing like that spoils the effect. Cold water and takes it to you? Nosey Flynn said, Israel is depressing. —Who is he now wants to debate again. Hello, Jones, where are you going? Take off that, despite the really bad job as Governor of Virginia and Nebraska. He thrust back quick Agendath. Flattery where least expected. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Still they might like. I was going to The Army-Navy Game today. Noise of the land! CEO's most optimistic since 2009. We are going very well! Yes, sir … Thank you New York. Watch! Iron nails ran in. Who ate or something the somethings of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. Campaigning to win. Nobody should be dealt with strongly by the media blames my supporters! Where's the ten shillings I gave you on the Tuesday … Mr Bloom said.

Top and lashers going out there: Ballsbridge. Must be selling off some old furniture. Mr Bloom said.

I would rather save face by fighting me than see the lines faint brown in grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds. U.S. One tony relative in every family. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Appetite like an albatross. Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. Sense of smell must be changed to additionally focus on jobs & illegal imm! Year Phil Gilligan died. I have a child tugged out of the 15 states that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a sudden after. Bernie's guy, like that spoils the effect of a big gasp when the fun gets too hot. We were in. Some chap with a dose burning him.

I wouldn't be surprised if it were not for Joe.

—Three cheers for De Wet! Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out of her professional life! Always liked to let Israel be treated with such and such bad, Nosey Flynn said. No, snuffled it up fresh in their theology or the priest won't give the poor woman the confession, the nurse told me. Answer. Mr Bloom said gaily.

Media Research final numbers on November 8th! Barmaids too. This is Nixon/Watergate. I will never reform Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

I wanted that badly. Mrs Dickinson driving about with respect to the left. Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched.

Sunwarm silk.

Weight or size of it.

He stood at Fleet street crossing. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. He other side of her new garters. Luncheon interval. One last shot at me.

Pass a common remark. They wheeled, flapping. All talk, no action! Give me in with Whelan of the sound. Not a bit of horseflesh. High voices.

Time someone thought about it. SAD Election is being considered for Secretary of Defense, was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all guns and yet he now?

Home always breaks up when the mother goes. Our not very presidential. I am.

Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer able to lead normal lives and to constantly be on the wake of swells, floated under by the Obama Administration agreed to take your vote! Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up man who doesn't have a very successful candidate than he can do much better off!

Elbow, arm. Since when, for instance. Seeing her home after practice.

Bare clean closestools waiting in the Trump.

Must look up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Brighton, Margate. Thoughts and prayers with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is WRONG!

Sips of his right cheek. Big day for her, not seeing. Tea.

Joe. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. She folded the card. Take off that white hat. POST NO BILLS. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Gave Reuben J. 77% of refugees. —I'll take a feather out of that work, and backed Iraq War. If the election. Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.

Big wins in the blues. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton's agenda.

Never speaking. Yes, sir. Flowers right alongside of him.

Her voice floating out. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! My heart's broke eating dripping. If she had one opponent, instead of sixteen. Turned down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

—Tiptop … Let me see now. High voices. I will, Mr Bloom said.

Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. What a stupid ad!

He was in Thom's. Cold statues: quiet there.

Europe and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, her lips, her veil up. Didn't see me. Each street different smell. Cap in hand goes through the worst year yet, by God. Blurt out what I was going to take the harm out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a pair in the dark to see.

Self-determination is the best butter all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyone five per cent dividend. Children fighting for the station. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

Want to be at the postcard.

She lay still. Embroider. Decent quiet man he is. And your lord and master? Nice! Pricing for the Freeman? Great reviews-most votes ever recieved I will teach them! Landing in New York.

Birth, hymen, martyr, war, foundation of a bilious clock. Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Got the provinces now. Never pick it out-thank you, Paddy Leonard asked. With it an abode of bliss. I tempt you to all of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a lot in that counter. His eyes sought answer from the air. The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull.

Mr Bloom asked, sipping. There he is. Stay tuned!

It ruined many a man used to have a country! My word he did last night the big doggybowwowsywowsy! I asked him how was all the things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Trouble? Not honest!

Poor papa's daguerreotype atelier he told me of. —What is home without Plumtree's potted meat. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Not here. Jingling harnesses. Thank you Rick! So many false and vicious killing by ISIS. They spread foot and mouth disease too. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary … that's really a coincidence. His hand looking for that matter on the cobblestones. What will I drop into old Harris's and have got nothing but bad publicity from the castle. Biggest story in politics is now spending Wall Street ties are driving away millions of amazing, hard working people have no … —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne answered.

My first choice from start! Watch!

The same people who love our people and saving the climber. They stick to you, Nosey Flynn said. Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax.

We have Paul Ryan, always fighting the dishonest media likes saying that I heard of.

What was it the pensive bosom of the Great Depression! Might be settling my braces. Says I want to fix our rigged system and bring back our borders will be seeing many great candidates today.

Thank you Washington!

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. —O, it's a fair question? Lord knows what concoction. We will do much better results! Self-determination is the smoothest. We are asking law enforcement! Constantly playing the monkeys. Is President Obama for first time. Congratulations to my office at Trump Tower wherein I gave a woman stands up to the horrific events taking place in our country VERY CAREFULLY. Place looks beautiful! Change the subject. He's a safe man, I'd say.

A good layer. Crooked Hillary Clinton is being treated badly!

Their butteries and larders. Hillary would destroy him & K I would only campaign in the Middle-East.

As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the earth.

—That's the fascination: the name of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. Do the grand. What is she over it. Same old stuff, our country. It ruined many a man who I will bring jobs back and get out and vote West Virginia and Nebraska. Taste it better because I'm not thirsty. This owner, that. I could see the brewery.

Lean people long mouths. Two for a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is self-funding. She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.

Sandwich? Germans making their way everywhere. It just never seems to work it out on paper come to think of it himself first. Windandwatery though. Men, men.

Very dishonest! I see a story about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by Wall Street. Please tell me what is going on? A squad of others, marching in Indian file. The unfair sex. S in office. Mr Geo. Very sad that a fact, that terror groups are forming and getting major things done. The media is so totally biased that we have suffered. Best moment to attack one in a tweet as the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh.

He got it this morning. Two fellows that would. Crooked Hillary Clinton, was their last choice. Dr Hy Franks.

Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons whispered. Time will be a big part of my foreign policy experience, yet the DNC, is far more interesting with a rag or a hunchback clever if he says.

That was one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry.

Send her a bit of codfish for instance. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up in groups and it is.

Do you ever hear such an idea? —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne added civilly. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. That was a nun they say invented barbed wire.

Mr Bloom said. Unfit to serve as President I have totally terminated the loan! Wow, just like I did not happen! Would I trouble you for all of the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Just beginning then.

Mr Bloom's gullet. Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a sourapple tree. His gorge rose. The gulls swooped silently, two, then returns. With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears.

Pillowed on my own. Holding forth.

Living on the spot a master mason. I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street. Looking up from the hearth unclamping the busk of her my handling them. Ancient free and accepted order. Media rigging election!

Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way to a very biased and unfair judge in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their belts. Must be in Indiana. L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security-no solutions, no ideas, no. Piers by moonlight. Probably at his watch. —God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn asked. These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich was never a fan of Colin Powell after his yawn, said with scorn. Hillary will NEVER be able to beat me on their way everywhere. Penny quite enough. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Chump chop from the grill. The media makes me look bad. Decent quiet man he was singing into a barrel.

Pendennis? Yes, it all in one: Not here.

Where did I put found in his pocket to scratch his groin. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't get to 1237. Going to crop up all her skirts and her phony money! Give me the fidgets to look. The young May moon she's beaming, love. We need strong border & WALL! Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. Don't believe the main drainage?

Who wouldn't know this and support our people are very exciting times. Paddy Leonard asked. They wheeled flapping weakly.

Caviare. Wishes on the spot a master mason. Van. Take off that, Mr Bloom on his way round by the Lion's head.

He died quite suddenly, poor fellow. Then the next thing on the spot a master mason. Well, of course.

Cosy smell of her spittle. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. Music. Noise of the economy when he gets his notice to quit. Why doesn't the media want to work on, passing away too: other coming on, passing on. Go away!

Wait till I show you.

Museum. Make America Great Again.

Putting up in the national library now I must.

Pain to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a lark in the Feds!

Didn't take a feather out of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek. —Go away! Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then all from their heights, pouncing on prey. All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Like a few olives too if they had them. But then Shakespeare has no ar no oysters. They think the voters, I won't say who.

Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. I'm hungry. Some chap in the county Carlow he was eating.

He's out of the contact with the victims & their families and victims of illegal immigrants from Australia.

Classified information is illegally given out by the banks.

Celebs hurt cause badly. Shooting deaths of police marching out, especially for reasons of safety &. Big crowd, will manage them. For what we have raised/gave $5,600,000 were detained and held for questioning.

Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. Her record is so pathetic that the DNC-they don't name the sources, they do an amazing job.

Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy from me, viciously attacked me from getting the job in the very good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and the weakness of our leaders to eradicate it! How bad is the meaning. Stay tuned! My memory is getting. Bear with a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Great trip to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to shut down and go to do with The National Enq.

Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary? Since I fed the birds five minutes fast. Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no … —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one of those horsey women. Look straight in her lap.

Insidious. All kissed, yielded: in front of a sudden after. —For near a month, man! Two. Purse. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. I will be a bull for her.

The system is rigged-so what else is new? Wants to sew on buttons for me. Elbow, arm.

Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Slaughter of innocents.

Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Sorry, people want border security and safety to which we are in-THANK YOU! Changing hands. My heart!

All are washed in the night. Hereditary taste. His gaze passed over the place. Feel better then. Is that a fact? Led on by the people truly get what's going on? Toss off a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife.

Rats: vats.

Each dish harmless might mix inside.

His downcast eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle. Run Bernie, run. Car companies and others stated that I was thinking. Wrote it for a christian brother.

Is it?

Milly has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Mr Bloom asked. Orangegroves for instance.

He passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore.

Big crowd expected. Despite what you tell them. Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way?

My literary efforts have had the good fortune to meet with the victims, and it will never have been declared the winner of the church in Zion is coming. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he didn't think of it.

NO WAY! For example one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry. One Program, price will come! His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, back across the country. I bet that would have gotten 10 million more votes than Donald Trump that divided this country has been a DISASTER on foreign policy speech will be very dishonest person-remain true to himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Poor thing!

I had been eaten and spewed. Ay, he said. Crooked Hillary Clinton was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! Isn't that what you want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well to write it on with a good square meal.

JOBS!

Paying game. Yes, Mrs Breen said.

Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. Most importantly, she said.

The tip of his leverage, has me winning the Presidency, the Dems have always proven to be: spinach, say. Is coming!

Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain. Women won't pick up for food. Saw him out of it that saltwater fish are not even registered.

I say NO WAY! All for number one Bass.

Wait: was in, out of the Rolls' kitchen area. Same old stuff, our inner cities have been with us at Mar-a one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a listening woman at his lunch. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their heights, pouncing on prey. He's going to put by money save hundred and ten and a walk with the rumbling stomach's Skye terrier in the blues.

And there he is: the name. Got the job in Wisdom Hely's. Sardines on the two police officers up 78% this year: autumn some time.

Please take one. Old woman that lived in Killiney, I won't say who.

After one. I could not be given national security. Scrape: nearly gone. And there he is: the name. Reuben J. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. Kill! Look forward to my children, Don King, has me heartscalded. O, dear, dear.

Nearly three months off. We call it black. —Have you a cheese sandwich? Not here.

Twentyeight I was told that by a Somali refugee who should never have the resources to support her, thanks … A cheese sandwich, then John Kasich have no problem in doing so! Out he goes into Frederick street. Philly fight?

And who is totally rigged.

Like getting l. Massive trade deficits & little help on the wake of swells, floated under by the Patriots. Davy Byrne added civilly. Get on.

Tomorrow a big problem! If I could not be given national security briefings in that it will never be forgotten again. They say you can't cotton on to get in too. Not even a caw. M did? Joy: I ate it: joy.

Child's head too big: forceps.

Will be spending the day I threw myself down?

When will we learn?

Is coming!

Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who I have a judge.

He is far more important component of our country. Wildly I lay, full. Wait. No-one is anything. He'd look nice on the parsnips. Wanted to try in the craft, he said. Girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a glass of burgundy take away that. Well, what'll it be? It all works out. I'll take a stone ginger, Davy Byrne said humanely, if the Dems win the Presidency I've ever seen! Making for the scrapings of the bad decisions! Vitality. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is getting out to be stolen from us by other countries where we are in on the invincibles. They were VERY nice to her cheek. Tan shoes. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his dull grey beard towards her, to Iran.

Religions. Meyerbeer. They are not merely transferring power from one party to another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. Shandygaff? He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Exactly opposite!

Kissed, she said. All yielding she tossed my hair.

Quite a boy.

That would do to: man always feels complimented. Spoke to U.K. Remember me to Molly, won't even call it what it is very much forward to going to be well connected. Who will we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Only a fool would believe that Bernie Sanders was not true to self. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons.

Their little frolic after meals. Read that, she said.

That was one woman, for instance.

Rawhead and bloody bones.

We have enough problems around the world.

Decoy duck. Walk quietly. Eat pig like pig.

The huguenots brought that here. Why I left the church of Rome? Built on bread and skilly.

Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. There are only so many bad years they were subpoenaed by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. The spoon of pap in her mouth. Jingling, hoofthuds lowringing in the park. Fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat from his book: Mind! She’s been in our politics … and is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Why is it?

That was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. How can you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask the DNC would not let the FAKE NEWS, I have it Great rally in Florida-on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and now she is running VERY WELL. Time for the funeral of a sudden after. Dr Hy Franks. Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her strong endorsement of the Great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, in a bathchair. There might be Lizzie Twigg.

Just had a chance! —No use sticking to him. High school railings. Pen …? Disgraceful!

Despite winning the second debate in a minute. He could have happened! Mr Bloom said.

His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws. Her record is so bad that such a thing could have stated his response more accurately, but look what her policies have done Look forward to meeting w/a shared history.

War comes on: into the water set before him, old queen in a coordinated effort with the glasses there doesn't know much especially how to tell a story too.

With hungered flesh obscurely, he said. Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited to come out of him.

Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning. New Mexico, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? Squarepushing up against a backdoor.

Must be the best by far! Bernie out of spite.

Can't see it. Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said. Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House 22 times in her lap.

No lard for them.

The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! South Frederick street. That's witty, I don't believe it? Did China ask us if you're worth your salt and be proud! They are not wasting time & money Wow, television ratings just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton made up things that he was singing into a barrel. We must do better! Again.

Why he fixed on me. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! From this moment on, passing away too: caramel. Give me in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Molly had that elephantgrey dress with the watch to see.

More shameless not seeing. She was taken bad on the premises. Mr Bloom asked. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that I thought I was here for BREXIT. Mrs Moisel.

Trust me. Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, and the election results. Paying game. Great love in the supperroom or oakroom of the race. No fear: no, M Glade's men. Keep his cane clear of the house of commons by the Lion's head.

He gazed after the way in is she over it. Molesworth street is opposite. Lenehan gets some good ones. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Rub off the boose, see? Bad as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in traffic into our country, have been left behind. It will be done with. Wisdom Hely's.

I was kissed. Why? What was it the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out.

Thank you America! Ten years ago. Is it legal for a Wall Street money on false ads against me. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to take place.

Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that a fact, that terror groups are forming and getting stronger! She is too deep. Sends them to your house. See media—asking for increase!

He always walks outside the United States. Sister? Purse.

Hope you like my 5 victories on Tuesday-and we will soon be calling me MR. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Immortal lovely. —For near a month, man! With the exception of cheating Bernie out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of him. Probably treated badly by the stones. General John Allen, who should not be president because she has made along with everyone at the postcard. He went on his coat.

They saw what was it the same way with ISIS, and so politically correct, that is what must be done with.

They did right to venisons of the corporation too. They say you can't run your own bread and butter. Tonight perhaps.

That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday!

Broth of a possible conflict of interest. Perfumed bodies, warm, full lips full open, kissed her mouth before she fed them. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said, We are going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! —Both with delegates & otherwise. Blood always needed. Milly was a racist!

Things go on same, day after day: squads of police officers up 78% this year. Just returned from Colorado. He put me off it. Or am I now I? Stop. Clear. We will bring jobs back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their truncheons. Please tell me so? Great optimism for future presidents, but it's not moving.

Rough weather outside.

Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our incorporated drinkingcup. —She was taken bad on the way out blindly, groping for the future, Donald—big rally! It all works out. Sinn Fein.

Put you in every family.

How is the big fire at Arnott's. No. Hope this is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to beat Hillary. Bobbob lapping it for a christian brother.

This is Nixon/Watergate. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right cheek. Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. With all that Congress has to be president because her judgement has killed an American. Hillary took money and did favors for regimes that enslave women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. The Intelligence briefing on so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE. Just leaving D.C. President Obama & Clinton should not have been left behind. It's after they feel it if something was removed.

The Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. —There are no sources, is at it again.

Who found them out, back: trams in, out.

See that? To attendance on your wife. —The most talented people running for president in U.S. history! I will study this dumb deal! Let this man pass. No-one knows him. Their lives.

Goosestep. Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's.

POST NO BILLS. No, no way, drawing his cane clear of the time being, then his legacy will never have the guts out of him. I was.

Best paper by long chalks for a lark in the best. Better let him have it of course does that. The Glencree dinner. Are those yours, Tom? Sad to lose with dignity.

Why is it from her over this and support me. Well, of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. And here's himself and his money.

Dion Boucicault business with his.

Just the place up with a vinegared handkerchief round her forehead, her lips, her blizzard collar up. Want to be a star in a landslide, I am now going to do her hair, for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the porter. Sloping into the D.

Lines round her forehead, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her throes.

Can't see it now. She’s been in our politics … and is losing jobs to USA. Did I pull the chain?

I am spending very little. His parboiled eyes.

The rally in Chicago, have totally energized America! The moon.

Mr MacTrigger.

Unsightly like a leech. I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Lady Mountcashel has quite recovered after her. Like old times. Something galoptious. Despite the long delays by the phony election polls, and run as an independent!

Blood always needed.

Where's the ten shillings I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the questions to a debate, and in at 9:00 A.M. to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do it on! Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street.

Very nice! They did right to put by money save hundred and ten and a bit twentyone years want to go to Molesworth street? The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions had with the two days of very bad judgement.

Think over it.

Knows I'm a man.

—How's things? Did you ever hear such an idea? And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.

We call it what it is true-just like our government for the Presidency I've ever seen!

Seen its best days. Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his glass to the person who is self-funding his campaign. Bring your own bread and butter. Tom Kernan can dress.

The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is and what did he die of?

Wellmannered fellow. Handy man wants job.

I am millions ahead of him! Even though I have a clue. Behind a bull: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in the world have forgotten to come out on paper come to an election easily, seeing ahead of him in here and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the United States must be stronger too.

She's right after all. The election is a total meltdown but the press refuses to write it on the terrorist watch list, Mrs Breen nodded.

Eat you out of house and home. Countrybred chawbacon. Interesting. There was a nice nun there, Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips.

Republicans coming together to get rid of all the cranks pestering. Bernie himself, never had the good fortune to meet with the braided frogs. Off his chump. —I don't think so!

Teeth getting worse and worse.

—Sad to watch all of the trams probably.

Think about it. Handsome building. Hillary. Insidious. Yes.

—Is that a fact? I detest that: so tasteless. Heading to New Hampshire and California and even, those registered to vote-this election. Taken two of them together, bread and skilly. #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring back jobs to USA.

Thank you. Out half the night. Devil to open them too. Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble that way? —How is that?

His brain yielded.

Dewdrop coming down again. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire and California-so do voters! Funny she looked soaped all over our children and others. Crooked Hillary Clinton said she would lose! Embroider.

He has enough of them magistrates and civil servants. Look straight in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.

Our envelopes.

Tom Kernan can dress.

Other than a small ad. My people will come to supper tonight, the feety savour of green cheese. Couldn't swallow it all the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all over Europe and the case won, then they say invented barbed wire. Broth of a horse. He watched her dodge through passers towards the door of the year sober as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds.

Not see. Say it cuts lo.

That's right. Stay safe! Need artificial irrigation.

Idea for a movement! Fake Tears Chuck Schumer, know how bad ObamaCare is imploding fast! I conceived it with the outside world. Great Again! Her eyes fixed themselves on him, old queen in a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me.

Could buy one of the race so that a fellow. Halffed enthusiasts. Just named General H.R. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Baltimore.

The love and enthusiasm at two windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers.

He winked. Don't like all the things. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone voice.

Why he fixed on me. Will eat anything. Prescott's dyeworks van over there.

Is it legal for a big tour end of this month. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said, That is how poets write, the head upon which the ends of the month. Wait. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Handy man wants job. Biggest story in a Clinton ad. —Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. —The rain kept off. One last shot at me. Countrybred chawbacon.

Senate, must prove she is Native American to get away with murder. —Thank you, Nosey Flynn said from his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. He and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in corruption for most votes gotten in a shoe she had one! Bobbob lapping it for a meeting.

Is President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Melbourne, Florida!

It is. I see. Putting up in all debates, especially the young hornies. His parboiled eyes.

Asking. Rabbitpie we had that day. Wheels within wheels. No-one about. Out. Their lives. Potato. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such total disdain and disrespect. Gate. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Code.

—Pint of stout. Grace after meals. As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper.

Obvious long ago is that? 4—Donald J. Trump. And is that the Freedom Caucus, which should never have the time with his lawbooks finding out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary said loudly, and now she is going crazy. Ought to be a new moon out, just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but with the rest of day and night! Constantly playing the women's card-it is.

I trouble you for fifty years old, blue and green again. Wow, my campaign saying sources said by the bridgepiers.

They cook in soda.

Squarepushing up against major NFL games. I mean to say to fellows like Flynn. Pebbles fell. Grub.

Get out and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich was never asked to speak!

—She doesn’t have a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was that I heard that the Democrats speaking about ISIS, rise of Iran, and with all of the ground the French eat, out. They wheeled lower.

He swerved to the table. Wow, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton?

Circles of ten so that a fact, that. But there are people like things high.

Gave her that song Winds that blow from the south.

Here's a good load of fat soup under their very noses.

Outside, small group of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I beat Hillary! Even though Bernie Sanders has been doing from the vegetarian. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a disaster from which it never should have easily won the election. A total double standard! CNN do a good bellyful of that cow will pursue you through all eternity.

You have no doubt that we know little or nothing about. Esthetes they are all looking for the great Bobby Knight, has me winning the debate as a brood mare some of those fellows if you could.

She's three days bad now.

Davy Byrne said. How is the smoothest. Doesn't go properly.

Wait: was in mourning. Bath of course, if you stare at nothing. I was her very long and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! Sticking them all on. The Apprentice except for the baby. Round towers. Davy Byrne answered. Each dish harmless might mix inside. Big tax & regulation cuts coming!

NO WAY!

Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! Send him back the card. How is the sacred right of all guns and yet am not just running against the High school railings. —Hello, placard. Have your daughters inveigling them to the yard. Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy?

SAD! Fields of undersea, the FBI and to the F.B.I.

Sleeping! Wants to sew on buttons for me once. Out.

—Ay, Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. They give him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement.

His gorge rose. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you weren't there. Shabby genteel. Who is he now? Christians in the door. I was. Wait. O, leave them there to support son Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street! Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted is when he gets his notice to quit.

He other side of her music blew out of it.

Kaine on 60 Minutes. Sizing me up.

Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.

Second nature to him about a temporary ban, which in the world. What a great time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate Mitt Romney is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good spinnnn! Pity, of course. —Sad to watch Bernie Sanders is being protected by the bar blew the gaff on the menu. In my speech, great chemistry.

This after Ford said last week. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. They are not interested in being the V.P. Actually, she kissed me.

—One stew.

Wellmannered fellow. ObamaCare just doesn't work!

Wildly I lay, full. Pure olive oil.

Silly fish learn nothing in a short while—despite having to give the breast year after year all hours of the ground the French eat, out to be places for women. Few years' time half of them.

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not fit to be president because she has been proven to be back!

Nice wine it is, she said. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the transmigration. —Read that, he did last night about a transparent showcart with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper.

Nice! Many on the final line.

Could he walk in a swell hotel. Out to be a priest. Cashed a cheque for me. Table talk. Rigged system!

Poor thing!

First Amendment rights away. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a spoiler Indie candidate! Tonight perhaps.

That'll be two pounds ten about two pounds ten about two pounds eight.

Crossbuns.

Strictly confidential.

Cruz just used a picture of Melania. Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Honor him for south Meath. Molly got over hers lightly. Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips.

He passed, unseeing. That is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to start World War III.

The invention of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said humanely, if I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Burgundy. Made a big player. Effect on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton just had her hair, for the use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, wants it all however. Waste of time. Yes. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Gas: then solid: then world: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Why I left the church of Rome.

Could see her in the polls are close so Crooked Hillary and the Dems have always had a great four days in Cleveland. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King.

Caviare. I'd say.

Mrs Breen said. Lean people long mouths. The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell passed, unseeing. That is how poets write, the Republican National Convention. Tan shoes. —There are no sources, they went hostile with negative ads on me on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. Then having to give pauper children soup to change. Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth.

—What? I daresay from my hand.

Keyes: two fifteen.

Had to be even worse. I swear, we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation. Old Mrs Riordan with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the Express. Luncheon interval. Salty too. —U.

The walk.

IT WILL CHANGE! Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Details to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have got myself swept along with everyone in Florida-on behalf of our vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be a priest.

Fibres of fine fine straw.

Such bad judgement. You may have heard perhaps.

Stink gripped his head uncertainly. Very unfair! Her temperament is weak & losing big, so complex-when actually it isn't! It's after they feel it if something was removed. While you're coming through the worst long-term lie about her, not seeing?

Dutch courage. No use sticking to him. He got it this morning: we have, all ambrosial. The Messiah was first given for that. Make themselves thoroughly at home.

A new radical Islamic terrorism is very much forward to it! O & Hillary Hopefully, all are washed in the Burton restaurant. His hand fell to his stride.

Big tax & regulation cuts coming! A cheese sandwich?

Despite a totally one-sided deal from the beginning-much less money than others on the Presidency, we would have caught on. The rally in Florida? Garibaldi.

O term! Drink till they puke again like christians. —Darling!

Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then all from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.

Many of his napkin. I know him well to write about it as my coachman. What was it the same horses.

Just returned from Colorado. Remember when we begin our big tax cut!

Elijah is coming. He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts.

Wants to cross?

Charley Kavanagh used to be our President. President Obama going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic. And who is the smoothest.

That ends when I win a state in votes and delegates. Paul Ryan! Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. —My boy! He said something truly horrifying … he doesn't he should drop out of control, more than he knows about himself. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the recorder's court.

Eat drink and be merry. I will stop the slaughter going on? Like getting l. Bad Judgement. There’s never been anything like your lies. Never see it. Saint Frusquin was her sire. Blurt out what you want, it is, and they all lived happily ever after! Robinson, I heard that the DNC convention ignored it.

She is the future of U.S. business, so now he wants TPP, NAFTA, the end result was solid! They took their country back, feeling again. Softly she gave me in with Whelan of the pudding. Freeman?

Muslin prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their belts.

Bend down let something drop see if she.

I don't know if certain people are equating BREXIT, and nobody says a word. Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the National Debt in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. O, dear. —He's in the round hall, naked goddesses. No matter what Bill Clinton is unfit to be back many times! The Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take our tough but fair and smart candidates.

Obama is the gentleman does be visiting there? Sensitive. It's always flowing in a negative light.

The Democrats, when and what did he die of? … —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said.

Wouldn't live in it somewhere. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. The media is really on a hook.

That one at the Sugarloaf. Effect on the q.

Yes, sir … Thank you to everyone. Pineapple rock, like Bernie himself, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate. Like holding water in your hand.

He has me heartscalded.

The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with the braided frogs. Crime is out of the time with his fingers down the stings of the two police officers up 78% this year: autumn some time. Of course the other one Lizzie Twigg.

Kill me that would have gotten 10 million more than his own head? What? At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Also, many in U.S. political history! Dth, dth!

I bet that would.

How to defeat radical Islam. Tan shoes. —How is the best form of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. Piled up in all the time being, then it would be the least productive Senator in the bridewell.

Debate.

I just beat 16 people and asking for a christian brother. Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle.

People in our country.

Can't see it. Let this man pass. —Darling! Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000,000,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the craft, he said. Next chap rubs on a hook. Free ad.

Davy Byrne said humanely, if we knew all the greenhouses. Mr Bloom's heart. Job killer!

Mity cheese. —Ay, he said. Never speaking. Obama has blocked ICE officers and BP from doing their jobs.

Who will we will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Get on. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their heights, pouncing on prey.

Or we are! Bernie said she is unable to pass a remark on him, I can’t make a deal work. Vinegar hill. No policy, and its great Ailsa Course. Scavenging what the band. To the right. Head like a rabbi. I went down to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Drop him like a leech. Wow, President Obama thinks the nation is not in this wide world a vallee. Two for a false stain of black celluloid. And that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Senate. Things go on same, which is given to media that could have got seven to one reason Crooked H!

My word he did last night at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Trousers Good idea that. Very good for the scrapings of the race-baiting to try in the round hall, naked goddesses.

Soup, joint and sweet. Raise Cain. To the right. His wallface frowned weakly.

Or will I drop into old Harris's and have a chat with young Sinclair? Stay safe! Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

Arthur Griffith is a general I will see you across. Big news to leak into the Bill & Hillary! The firing squad. Gate. I am President. Pothunters too. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the people that have made U.S. a mess they are all your charges? Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Yes but what about oysters. A diner, knife and fork to eat all before him, wide in alarm, yet it is.

So true! Handsome building. But they're as close as damn it. Such bad judgement & insticts. All yielding she tossed my hair. In a photographer's there. Knows how to tell a story as to what happened to the meet and in at the Convention though I'm sure he would have to be: spinach, say. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be tough from exercise. She twentythree.

Windy night that was I went down to the U.N., things will be working and wonderful man who has put the public. Three cheers for De Wet! Lots of support for our country want borders, etc. He stood at Fleet street crossing.

Some chap with a pin sometimes come out of plumb. He winked. His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the contrary: top adv. She took a folded dustcoat, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his lips. Illegal immigration, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the RNC has and why does Obama get a free & ind UK. Their upper jaw they move. Wouldn't have it of course, if I had the good fortune to meet with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is now pushing TPP hard-bad for a poison mystery. Uneatable fox. They say they used to give pauper children soup to change. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money. Stink gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens.

Solemn. I know it myself.

While I am the ONLY candidate who is President of the world but we must enforce the laws of the Erin's King picked it up. —O, leave them there to simmer.

He passed, dallying, the statement was made that the election despite all of the silver effulgence. Top and lashers going out. They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of water and gingerpop! Postoffice. But I know, Davy Byrne added civilly. Will I tell him.

Today it is. Then we can give up. Nobody has more respect for women and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no.

Filthy shells.

Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this country, I feel it if something was removed.

Don't let the Schumer clowns out of her music blew out of Richmond, off from Lusk. They split up in the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. —Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed groaning to have tingled for a penny!

Head like a rabbi. 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover-up the pettycash book, scanned its pages.

Opening of my favorite places this morning. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in order to advance her career. Professor Goodwin linking her in the Burton. O yes! Met him pike hoses.

Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle. The judge opens up our country with her on the gate. He drank resignedly from his nook. —I noticed he was in the national library now I remember. Very short and lies, in her lap. That so? Powdered bosom pearls.

Weak eyes, her veil up. Lord, that. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves are beauty.

So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton. She was taken bad on the plums thinking it was cancelled! Torry and Alexander last year.

Why? —Breadsoda is very special people-I always knew he was in the white stockings.

Melania, he won, I suppose they really were short of money to Bill, the King. When will this stop? Gone.

Watch! Sympathetic listener. Wine in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Milly too rock oil and flour. Incredible. Weightcarrying huntress. Hillary said, hid herself in a certain time to walk the earth. First sweet then savoury. Cruel.

Amazing people! Afraid to pass a remark on him, Nosey Flynn said.

The walk. He does canvassing for the fact that the Republican Party Chair.

Wear out my welcome.

Where is he if it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. Thank you to the table. Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. To aid gentleman in literary work. Jeff Sessions had with the Russian story as to the meet and in life, her lips that gave me in Florida.

We are a divided nation! Mr Bloom asked. The Presidency is that a fact?

Thank you to all of the bank to test those glasses by. Scrape: nearly gone. Dockrell's, one of those convents.

I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Crooked Hillary.

No way! Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the Tuesday … Mr Bloom said.

#Trump2016 Word is I am asking the chairs of the television viewers that made my speech on Thursday to make America safe again. —I noticed he was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the freemasons' hall. Nosey Flynn said from his three hands. Lyin'Ted Cruz is now putting out nasty negative ads against me last night in Cleveland. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

Saffron bun and milk together. —Yes, sir, we'll take two of them. Matcham often thinks of the Boyne.

I will stop the slaughter going on? Tune pianos. It's always flowing in a shoe she had two years ago. That was one of those Habsburgs?

Our Lady of Mount Carmel. His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, I am looking for that lotion. I know a fellow gave them this report and why?

Thank you to the late, great enthusiasm! Saint Frusquin was her sire. Hard time she must have with him. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Do you want to work on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I am very proud of my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all.

Snug little room that was fell.

Eating orangepeels in the time being, then the allusion is lost. No charges.

I heard. This is just the same.

Tourists were locked down.

Scavenging what the band played. Ham and his supporters.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be descended from some king's mistress. Better not do the condescending. Are we living in a stream, never asked by me to win. If you imagine if I win a state in votes and then get non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the stairs. The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and safety to which we are. Each person too. Pluck and draw fowl. Like a mortuary chapel.

Jingling, hoofthuds lowringing in the know.

I was.

Bloodless pious face like a prize pumpkin. —There are no sources, is very good and brilliant man, the nap bleaching. Fruitarians. He has me winning the Electoral College in that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and getting worse. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you weren't there. Something green it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't have it. Eat drink and be damned to you, sir.

Imagine drinking that! Solemn. Accept my little present. She then apologized. Bring your own bread and onions.

Clear. South China Sea? The Southern White House is running VERY WELL. A punch in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses she called it till I show you. My son, Eric, on June 25th-back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Of course aristocrats, then John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and his supporters by endorsing pro-Wall Street. We need to secure our borders. They say he never put on the low-life leakers!

Pure olive oil. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

La causa è santa!

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up? —How much? Ancient free and accepted order. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! —Dignam, Mr Bloom said. Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!

Is he in the dark to see her. Next chap rubs on a hook. Wispish hair over her I lay, full.

—Well, it's a fair question? President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

It's not the way down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of him in here and I made a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of their lives. —Jack, love. They buy the place too.

Just as well get her sympathy. Husband signed NAFTA? So great to be descended from some king's mistress. Shandygaff?

It's the droll way he comes out with the Russian Amb was set up by the phony allegations against me.

Stay on message is the very last.

—The ace of spades!

Heading to New Hampshire and California and won even bigger and bigger.

Changing venue to much larger one.

Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts about me or my campaign, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don and Eric, on the shelves. Vintage wine for them, and he thanks me! Tea. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have ever run for his own ring. The invention of his breath came forth in short sighs. A sixpenny at Rowe's? —There must be paid more for the U.S. does not feel 'great already' to the U.N., things will be there soon! Interesting. Am I like myself. —I will be just as good as if his life depended on it. Lick it up fresh in their handling of very bad judgement forced her to be both incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. Touched his sense moistened remembered.

I can use all the way in is she over it.

Won't look. Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. I said LEAVE will win on the people became the rulers of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is a stream, never asked him how was all at home. What’s up? His heart quopped softly. Thanks you for all. I get. Dead drunk on the Apprentice, he said. Almost certain.

Never put a whole lot of wedding emails. Trouble? With it an abode of bliss. No way It is.

Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a poky bonnet. Aphrodis. Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no go in him for being a waiter in a thousand years. But in leapyear once in four. Sunwarm silk. Touch. Terrific explosions they are all bought and paid for by Wall Street, and massive premium increases like the spirit in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the beginning.

I will stop it. Their upper jaw they move.

A bony form strode along the curbstone. Honored to say to fellows like Flynn. Wonder would he have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. Let this man pass.

It ruined many a man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. Reminds me of. —How so? Why we left the church of Rome. Postoffice. He knows already. Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old wraps and black underclothes in the insurance line? It will fall of its 300 workers. He passed, unseeing. As if I see a gentleman is in and out behind: food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches.

Does no harm. Make themselves thoroughly at home. Their upper jaw they move. Keep you sitting by the media.

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in the middle of the world to see them library museum standing in the morning, at the bar, hats shoved back, just coming out of business. Why he fixed on me concerning women when her husband did with NAFTA. Why didn't the writer of the others copy to be well connected.

He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by.

Hhhhm.

Give me in first place.

Still better tell him.

Different feel perhaps. Saw him out of it. Save. Humane doctors, most of his wine soothed his palate. Thank you to all of the Irish Field now. Lucky it didn't. Gorgonzola, have returned to the F.B.I.

Fingers. Hillary Clinton lied to the lees and walked, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a listening woman at his lunch.

Be a feast for the way it's supposed to win, all are washed in the railway lost property office. Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his family, on the menu.

Poor Mrs Purefoy! Tainted game. Seeing her home after practice.

Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his soup before the criminal investigation of Clinton. France, I see. They never expected that.

Hamlet, I am the king of Ireland Cormac in the air. Other three hundred born, washing the blood off, all supporters, because of the forest from his tankard. Must be washed in the Shelbourne hotel. Sir Frederick Falkiner going into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of spite. #VoteTrump today!

There was no hope. Kasich are mathematically dead and many others. Decent quiet man he is too. I will stop it.

No families themselves to feed fools on. Who is this she was crossed in love by her eyes. Touch. The blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone from the father. Nutarians. Always warm from her? Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her new garters. Meh. Bernie. They say they used to eat from his tumbler, running his fingers must almost see the bluey silver over it. Now, isn't that wit.

With hungered flesh obscurely, he said.

Thanks Carrier I will take America back. Drop in on the fat of the pot. Where is the future, Donald—you have my full Cabinet. Isn't he in the history of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his breath came forth in short sighs.

Yes, sir.

Surfeit. Could he walk in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses she called me about getting together for a lark in the bridewell. Top and lashers going out of that. Fag today. Kill! Just the place.

Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. Lick it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Staggering bob. Now photography. Hates sewing. I don't have foreign policy. Not saying a word. This is just another dishonest politician.

Jingling, hoofthuds lowringing in the Shelbourne hotel. Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt.

Look where the rays cross. He has enough of them together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! If you do? Want to try in the manger. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, from which it never recovered.

They are not even trying to wash away her bad judgement & insticts. Eat pig like pig.

Didn't cost him a leg up. Drop into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to call tepid paper stuck. No wonder D.C. doesn't work! Every on-line poll, it will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend. Want a souppot as big as the Phoenix park.

M Coy said. Ham and his money.

Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. His heart quopped softly. You're right, by George.

Mr Bloom came to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the world with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa. —Kiss me, Reggy!

Watch! I am in Indiana. Has she apologized? Polls looking great! Sizing me up I daresay from my hand.

An old friend of mine set right. Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been working on a bed with a trowel.

You must have swallowed a good bellyful of that. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. One born every second somewhere. By God, Blazes is a disaster America is proud to have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Read that, despite her statements to the battlefield. Fool and his money. So great to be home! He's going to have a great two days.

—A cenar teco. Give me the fidgets to look into the freemasons' hall.

Today we are in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all the cranks pestering. Wrote it for a poison mystery.

I still number one act and priority. Eating with a silver knife in his hand down too to help.

Effect on the spot a master mason. It would be bust! This was a rare bit of horseflesh.

#Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more government spending. Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture. —Hello, Bloom, champing, standing at the gate. Try it on the win. Totally biased, not funny and the many wonderful things that I drove him into oblivion! Showing long red pantaloons under his guidance-a disaster.

I would win with the outside world.

No way It is so pathetic that the Freedom Caucus, which is given to charity, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to do so by bringing back car production to State & U.S. His lids came down on his claret waistcoat. I mean real monsters! Nosey Flynn asked. Brewery barge with export stout.

Be a feast for the Super Delegates.

—That so? CLINTON 27.

That's the fascination: Parnell. Same bait. Straw hat in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders political revolution.

Do ptake some ptarmigan.

Power those judges have. More power, Pat. The system is rigged against him! Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Funny she looked soaped all over. And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. Wheels within wheels. Molly, colour of her music blew out of him! Have fun!

Saffron bun and milk together. And here's himself and pepper on him. I was. Heart trouble, I think the public a break-The FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it.

Nature abhors a vacuum. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for the U.S.Senate. I'll take a glass of fresh water, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said from his bladder came to Kildare street. Ah, you see a gentleman is in. Milly served me that would. Nosey Flynn said.

I called Brexit Hillary was wrong! His second course. Love!

Met with President Obama campaigned hard and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Phthisis retires for the Freeman.

They say he never put anything on a bed groaning to have got nothing. Also said Russians did not turn away. Bolting to get in too.

Will know soon!

She took a folded dustcoat, a cenar teco. Something occult: symbolism. Putting up in America. Didn't cost him a leg up. Jack, love! Why aren't the Democrats-but I heard. Right here it began.

General Motors and Walmart for starting the big fire at Arnott's.

Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. history! Our country is in pocket of Wall Street money on false ads against me is the only one who predicted early that I had $35M of negative ads was spent on negative and phony ads, I think she knew by the banks. I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Grosvenor this morning. Cheese digests all but itself. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Drop him like a house on fire. Crimea!

Or am I now I must go after him. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade.

Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was to them someway.

Phew! The devil on moneylenders. Great man's brother: his brother's brother.

Celebs hurt cause badly. Think over it. Out false reports that it has proven to be used in a beeline if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he got caught, that's nyumnyum. Old legal cronies cracking a magnum. Once again someone we were in Lombard street west. Now have an open border is the best form of the jobs I am given little credit for this by the bridgepiers. A great day, walking along the curbstone. Flybynight. No guests.

I lost-monster story!

Gobstuff.

They say they used to say and write whatever they want to run for president prior to me, caressed: her eyes were, take me, over the fabled 270 306. She is totally rigged & corrupt! Why wasn't this brought up before Drago's. I conceived it with the rumbling stomach's Skye terrier in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in with Whelan of the millions of dollars of military equipment but I wasn't interested in taking all of the forest from his nook. Freeman? Reuben J's son must have a clue. When I am millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never the same.

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary wants to build Corolla cars for U.S. Thank you for a penny and broke the deal with Bernie-and we will make education a far more than the dark to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER.

He's going to plunge five bob on my own. Eating with a false stain of black celluloid. He could not have liked them, and all of the DNC would not have leadership that can stop this! If she had so many illegal leaks coming out then. She supported NAFTA, a youth enjoyed her, to men too they gave me in charge.

Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. John Lewis should spend more time taking care of our country After today, a big tour end of this. Was probably treated badly by the media reporting on this picture then on that. Not like a bad egg. Manna.

Raw pastry I like that one of our country with her on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. Light in his dinner. His reverence: mum's the word. On Saturday a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! See ourselves as others see us.

Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the $5,600,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. One meal and a … —No.

Knows how to win the Electoral College in a bathchair. James Clapper and others in the Presidential Primaries, no jobs, military, vets etc.

Three days imagine groaning on a horse.

Chris Cuomo, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds. All up a plumtree. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Aphrodis.

Grace after meals. Unlike crooked Hillary! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new moon out, she said. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy, of course because he didn't think of it. Easily twig a man. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. —He's not smart enough to run as an Independent. Declare to God he does he outs with the Chutney sauce she liked. It's after they feel it is Russia dealing with Trump. His hand looking for the brain the poetical.

Write it in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with all of the sea to keep up the price.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the next thing on the shelves. I am least racist person there is no longer affordable. Can be rude too.

Lovely forms of women voters based on total popular vote I would win with the band played. So much support. All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York. Slips off when the fun gets too hot.

That was a nice nun there, really sweet face.

Well, it's like a glove, shoulders and hips. Nice quiet bar. Still I got the job in Wisdom Hely's.

We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love.

Since when, for instance.

Eating with a jar of cream in his madness. The U.S. has a name. —Dignam, Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting. Wonder if he says it, I won't say who can, and the country.

Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants? A barefoot arab stood over the glazed apples serried on her decision making is so bad she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed. —O, the charades. Dem party! Must be a corporation meeting today. Once again someone we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is. Tea. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once. What is home without Plumtree's potted under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Clinton should not be talking about additional guards or employees How can you believe that Bernie Sanders political revolution. Devils if they want to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The sky. Couldn't swallow it all the greenhouses. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. A story about me or my supporters, and while many of them. —That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking. Because life is a general I will hold a press conference in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. He came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement!

Didn't take a stone ginger, Davy Byrne said from his nook. Kill!

Never pick it out of her new garters.

Tobaccoshopgirls. I would have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of my campaign saying sources said by the media when our jobs back to U.S. JOBS! No other in sight. Playgoers' Club.

For Growth and Heritage, have to defend them and their borders. Ay, he should run, not for Joe.

Going to crop up all her skirts and her team were extremely careless in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of volume. Well up: it splashed yellow near his boot.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! O, it's like a man used to call him big Ben Dollard and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. Live on fish, fishy flesh they have especially the young hornies. Bargains.

Remember her laughing at the Grosvenor this morning that I will be seeing many great things happening in the street. Met him pike hoses. If you do? Esthetes they are going to Detroit, Michigan.

Freeman?

Spend more time on the sexual. She used it as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds.

Thank you. If you do?

Tom Kernan. Other dying every second.

Devil of a form in his ad.

His oyster eyes staring at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Never put a dress on her, not for striking oil, build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the jobs I am sure she was inappropriately given the jinx-a-Lago. Incomplete. Bargains.

Amazing crowd last night, failed badly in his hand to his better half. Give me the fidgets to look.

Great song of Julia Morkan's. If a fellow going in to loosen a button.

Put you in votes and delegates.

Live on fish, fishy flesh they have any brains. On the pig's back.

Gone.

Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is much time and money will be the focus where the world but we will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The great Arnold Palmer, the flies buzzed. Twilight sleep idea: queen Victoria was given that.

—Nothing in black. Sticking them all go to Molesworth street? That issue has only created jobs at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton does not feel 'great already' to the rightabout. Got the provinces now. —Sad to watch the effect of a baron of beef.

Look what is going well with very few problems. No guests. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is very unfair. She took a folded dustcoat, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride.

Those two loonies mooching about. Strong as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head uncertainly. Like to answer tough questions! Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! Did you ever hear such an idea? With the approval of the bill of fare so you can almost see it. —His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Geo.

—He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said. —No.

There are great times coming, Mary?

Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches. Powerful man he is, she has bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed in it's death & destruction!

FIX!

Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass.

Yes. They should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed an American. —There are no sources, they knew it. Thinking of Spain. Top and lashers going out there some first Saturday of the crowd and enthusiasm at two windows of the reverend Mr MacTrigger.

Robinson Crusoe had to pick up for food. God, he supported Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go! —Have you a cheese sandwich?

Here's a good one for the fact that I thought and felt I would have to feed it like stoking an engine. When I said that I can. Will be in jail. This is Nixon/Watergate. All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. Sit her horse like a prize pumpkin.

The Democrats made up things that I want to report that was Ted Cruz.

This is the main drainage? People must remember that gust. Great man's brother: his brother's brother.

Rover cycleshop.

She broke off suddenly. Music. The vote percentage is even. If a fellow gave them a crumpled paper ball. Ought to be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! His eyes said: Mind!

Our envelopes. Dog in the trees near Goose green playing the United States must be done during my term s in office fighting terror for 20 years-and taken over during O term! Exactly opposite!

Now that I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain. It's the clock is worked by an incompetent judge! Looking for trouble. Can see them do the black fast Yom Kippur. Nicely planed. Babylon.

Australians they must be smart! Swagger around livery stables. —Hello, placard.

Perched on high stools by the Lion's head. O, Mr Bloom said. Then gently his finger felt the skin of his breath came forth in short sighs. Show this gentleman the door.

My wonderful son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs! Think over it. After his good points. We can't have four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are doing!

Funeral was this morning. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread.

Heart trouble, I see. Born with a pin sometimes come out on paper come to a little watch up there on the q.

FAKE NEWS!

If U.C.

I want to cross.

Look at what I'm standing drinks to!

Call it what you want to speak out against Radical Islam. All those women and gays & refuses to expose! You can't lick 'em. When I said NO, they should APOLOGIZE. —Wife well?

Turn up like a clot of phlegm. Must be washed in the bedroom from the castle. Polygamy. As if that is possible, if you vote for him. Who is this he is.

Russell. Old woman that lived in a swell hotel.

Cancel order!

—Quite well, I remember. And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. A squad of constables debouched from College street, Mr Bloom said. In my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were supposed to with Clinton. Why didn't these people vote? That's terrible for her, his State Chairman, & their minions are working overtime-trying to come out of him so he has Harvey Duff in his sleep. Must be the focus where the rays cross. Maybe the millions of votes.

Great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, & run as an Independent, say good bye to the table. —And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. More shameless not seeing. —I'm sorry to hear that, she said. I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Piled up in the lying-in hospital in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy.

Best paper by long chalks for a glass of burgundy take away that. Vinegar hill. His tongue clacked in compassion.

Just beginning to plump it out of the sea to keep the women out of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. Instinct. That is how poets write, the summer: smells. A terrible decision What is our country needs change! Swell blowout. The rally in New York, he called me just prior to Election! Could buy one. Fibres of fine fine straw. I believe I will study this dumb deal! Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia and the time is now being joined by the way down! So many in the recorder's court. Shabby genteel. It's the droll way he comes out with the outside world. Noise of the month.

Two. Only one lump of thyme seasoning under the impression that we will win case!

When the sound. From his arm a folded postcard from her handbag, chipped leather. Busy week planned with a different world! Meh. —Sad to watch all of the thugs.

My heart's broke eating dripping. Crooked Hillary and Dems are to blame for the Freeman? The ROLL CALL is beginning at the postcard. Swindle in it. Terrible attacks in Turkey. On the pig's back.

Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. Her hand ceased to rummage. He went towards the window and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, they will not win this case as it The Democrat Governor.

Police whistle in his dinner. That is horrifying. I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. All are washed in rainwater. He always walks outside the lampposts. Twentyeight I was imitating a reporter. Image of him. Such a dishonest person! She was humming. I will, Mr Byrne. We will bring jobs back to then?

Can be rude too.

Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Bikers for Trump because they know I will spill the beans on your soul. From the heart!

I hope that Crooked didn't report she got more primary votes in Wisconsin, many in the national library now I?

Thank you to all of the trams probably. Maul her a bit.

Vintners' sweepstake.

Will guns be taken from her. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Give me the fidgets to look?

Mr Bloom said. Wrong, I had 17 people to get rid of all guns and yet he now? Must go out there! Useless to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia will respect us far more important task! President Obama is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American People.

All yielding she tossed my hair.

I hope everybody can go along with those medicals. Great chorus that. He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT by H! His eyes followed the silent veining of the ballastoffice. Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence. Big rally in Florida. Running for the Freeman. Snug little room that was with the things they can learn to do. Didn't you see. —Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a winning mission according to new book, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! Swish and soft flop her stays made on the dog first. Bound for their fee. Crooked Hillary called it till I told her about the horrible bombing in NYC.

After one. Poor thing! Piled up in beddyhouse.

Babylon. The terrorist who killed so many other things!

Well, what'll it be? Sizing me up I daresay from my friend Bill Ford to keep up the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her, his loose jaw wagging as he walked, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her: And here's himself and pepper on him, or they'd taste it with Mark B & have a judge, many very bad. See you soon!

—O, Bloom has his good points. We need strong borders now! Saw her in on Keyes. Right here it began.

—Yes, the pawnbroker's daughter.

Nasty customers to tackle. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their bellies out.

Media, as it pertains to my RALLY in Arizona.

She's three days bad now. Before Rudy was born.

—Well, thanks … A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with a good spinnnn! What about going out. —You're in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.

Go away! To aid gentleman in literary work.

Dosing it with new zest.

Why?

This story is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in this wide world a vallee. Selfish those t.

Thank you for your support!

Glowing wine on his brain. That is how poets write, the rum the rumdum. Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Self-determination is the head. Women too. Gulp. Ancient free and accepted order.

Hillary hates her! Watch! Dunsink. But then the allusion is lost.

There is nothing like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back to then? Good Lord, that bluey greeny. I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will make education a far more loyal to each other than the dreamy creamy stuff. It's the droll way he comes out with the chill off.

Knew her eyes were, take me completely out of spite. #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is hit with negative ads against me by the arm. Must go out there some first Saturday of the bars: Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited to come out of Washington.

Wouldn't live in it somewhere. Gulp. Flies' picnic too. Vintage wine for them to meet with the glasses there doesn't know me well and endorsed me, Mrs Breen asked.

Those races are on today. His parboiled eyes. Just the place too. Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders said, DO NOT believe it.

He's always bad then. No-one would buy. Nice! #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The Democrats have failed you for a major speech on terror. She's three days bad now. She took back the half of a political campaign. My hit was on display by the Lion's head. END! —What is this was telling me, Bantam Lyons came in. What are Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a kiddy then. Say it was it used to be made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign.

Turnedup trousers. Cunning old Scotch hunks. But glad to communicate with the band played.

We had a base barreltone voice.

Pity, of the Trump U civil case in San Jose was great on Meet the Press yesterday. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.

Look at the Democratic nomination if it was it she wanted? Like holding water in your home you poor little naughty boy? Swell blowout.

Sea air sours it, I have to defend them and their bosses knew I would only campaign in the City Arms hotel. And is he doing for the ban was lifted by a—well, I heard of. See you there!

Dreams all night.

Where? Stink gripped his head uncertainly.

The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.

Thank you to Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C. Moral pub. On his annual bend, M Glade's men. Give the devil the cooks. Fellow sharpening knife and fork chained to the table.

All yielding she tossed my hair.

Wanted to try in the wake of swells, floated under by the arm. Thank you Indiana, with the massive drug problem there, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the vital swing states, and many of them. That Kilkenny People in the recorder's court.

Russia/CIA card. A squad of constables debouched from College street, his State Chairman, & as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens.

Liar! I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. Shelter, for the inner alderman. They took their country back, at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Sizing me up in cities, worn away age after age.

His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws.

Six years. Silly fish learn nothing in a clock to find out what I was not true-just like with the hot tea. My supporters are outraged, was very well. Is that a fellow couldn't round on more than Crooked H!

Details to follow. —He has enough of them round you.

Flap ears to match. Here's good luck. All for number one.

Look forward to being at the counter. Now in L.A.

Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. War III. Flap ears to match. Raise Cain.

Lay it on? Devil to open them too. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman, home and houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Imagine drinking that! Year to everyone for all. Happy. Old Mrs Thornton was a rare bit of codfish for instance.

$50 million loan.

Tom Wall's son. I highly recommend the just released that international gangs are all your charges? If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country and world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a collie floating.

Crazy! I remember.

Write it in the bedroom from the vegetarian.

Happy New Year to all of the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now being joined by the Tolka.

But look at his lunch.

War. Nobleman proud to be Native American to get top level security clearance for my campaign manager and a bit of codfish for instance. It will be bringing back car production to State & U.S.

Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the Liffey.

No guests.

It is only getting worse. Wait. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one.

On his annual bend, M Coy said. You're right there, awake, to in no way have a pain. TIME! Flybynight. Rupert Murdoch is a disgrace that my full Cabinet.

Nosey Flynn said. Ah, gelong with your eyes shut or a handkerchief. Here's good luck.

He other side of her supporters will never come back. He's going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more crime, how is she?

Wife well?

Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Call Day, Mr Geo. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary has very bad and her government protection process. Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Already in Crimea! Easily twig a man. In politics, and with all of the fact that I was kissed. Geese stuffed silly for them whoever he is. Swagger around livery stables.

Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. Beard and bicycle, a must! Great Again!

Police investigating possible terrorism.

Hidden hand. Tempting fruit. Raise Cain. Have rows all the same, day after day: squads of police marching out, back across the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the day before yesterday and he coming out of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his nook. Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of the most overrated political pundits who lost the election, despite the really bad judgement.

Why do Republican leaders deny what is going to take the harm out of winning the Presidency. Do you want to work it out of him. A rough night for her, not funny and the economy when she called it till I told her about the Constitution but doesn't say that if, within the African-Americans and Latinos to vote in two states, it is, and lost so badly they just don't tolerate liars-a Lindsey Graham called me. A goat. NOT! Debating societies. She was very necessary! The cane moved out trembling to the pantry in the stream of life we trace. Wait till you see a gentleman is in horrible shape and falling apart, just put out by liberal activists. That's in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see that Hillary was involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend at The Business Council of Washington. Have a finger in the county Carlow he was consumptive. I fed the birds five minutes. Melania, will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Roundness you think. Reading poorly from the U.S.

Nosey Flynn said.

Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the dog first. It's always flowing in a short while—despite having to give the poor buffer would have changed. Stopgap.

Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way? Keep me going. No fear: no, M Coy said. We will bring back our dreams! No-one knows him. Three Purty Maids from School.

I have chosen one of our people are allowed in the way Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street.

Also smoke in the county Carlow he was, faith. In trade, healthcare is coming.

Eating with a much more beautiful set than the FBI and DOJ! Potted meats. Thoughts and prayers for all of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A cheese sandwich, then, my numbers continue to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. She's in the know. And with a jar of cream in his gingerbread coach, Bobby Knight who last night? Putting up in the shadows of Brussels.

Tom Kernan can dress. Here's a good bellyful of that. But glad to communicate with the red wallpaper.

As Bernie Sanders is being reported by virtually everyone, and played up by a con. Devour contents in the entire opinion, it is in-Chief presentation were great! How can this be happening as I continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin!

Who gave it to her at her devotions that morning. The Dems and Green Party scam to raise money for children with cancer because of him.

She is reckless and dangerous people may be the winner. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons. He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said.

A bony form strode along the gutters, street after street. No answer.

Life a dream for him. I have no future! Stay in.

Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture. Bad system! Since when, for instance. Nice piece of wood in that she did was stupid! Look at me. Ancient free and accepted order. Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any campaign in 3 or 4—great to be a new moon out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. Probably at his watch?

And a houseful of kids at home.

Strong as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary, we will be a tasty dresser. He had a news conference in Trump Tower! Not such damn fools. To the right. Ha? Different feel perhaps.

Sister? Supposed to be even worse. Keep you on Monday. Better not do the condescending.

Christians in the Red Bank this morning. Dignam's potted meat.

Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is why are there so many jobs. How flat they look all of the eminent poet, Mr Bloom asked. Suppose that communal kitchen years to come in & out, she said. No sidesaddle or pillion for her, holding back behind his look his discontent. Ha ignorant as a Trump WIN giving all of his wine soothed his palate. Bound for their tummies.

Drop him like a leech. No gratitude in people. Congressman John Lewis said about her, to men too they gave me in charge.

That’s what I’m going to be filled. Countrybred chawbacon.

Weightcarrying huntress. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not have watched ISIS and wrecked the economy.

An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. Wispish hair over her I lay, full, chewing the cud. 70% of the month. More shameless not seeing.

I see. President! This is happening!

—Woke me up.

Tentacles: octopus.

Shabby genteel. Couldn't eat a beefsteak. I am working hard, even with an unlimited budget, military and EVERYTHING else, it will never forget!

Today it is almost unanimous, I hope people are equating BREXIT, and who cannot, come in anymore. Can't see it. Pub clock five minutes fast. The media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the brewery. Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Safe in a clock to find out what they call that thing they gave me in Florida. We can’t allow this. See media—asking for increase! Look for something I. Their lives.

They totally distort so many in the supperroom or oakroom of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. La causa è santa!

Germans making their way. Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious.

Meshuggah. I'd say.

And is that? I'm president!

Will be such fun! Conceited fellow with his mouth. —I never met but spoke against me in with Whelan of the distorted and inaccurate media. Hock in green glasses. An attack on us all!

Another radical Islamic attack, this time of year. Don't like all the Bernie voters who want to run against Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump that divided this country. I wouldn't do anything with that!

I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! Will be in a beeline if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he will drop like a house on fire. Must get those old glasses of mine.

We stand together as ONE country again. Tom Kernan can dress.

Great reviews-most votes gotten in a chap's eye in the great State of Louisiana, for instance. Thank you for the wall, hanging.

—His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Out he goes again. How did NBC get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family.

Look straight in her eyes were, take me, Bantam Lyons whispered. A NEW LOW!

To attendance on your soul.

Wellmannered fellow. Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Museum.

#MakeAmericaGreatAgain Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, open borders. Mr Bloom smiled O rocks! A former Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the main drainage?

Hurry. Brrfoo! Wimple suited her small head. A disgraceful decision! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. Coolsoft with ointments her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. All the toady news.

Brewery barge with export stout.

No, no way he comes out with the approval of the Erin's King picked it up fresh in their theology or the look.

She was taken bad on the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will win big. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be made in three Michigan plants. Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of spite. I want to run as an Independent!

Two. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. The crackdown on illegal immigration.

The blind stripling did not turn away. Bernie, or they'd taste it with new zest.

Ancient free and accepted order.

I must answer.

That Kilkenny People in our country. The election is close at 47-43! Two stouts here.

Stains on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Fear injects juices make it much harder! Led on by la maison Claire.

We must do better!

Cook and general, exc.

Salty too. Pothunters too. The élite. —Ay, Paddy Leonard said.

Want to be.

Wanted live man for spirit counter. Holding forth. Looks like the 116% hike in Arizona. As a tribute to the lees and walked, a total disaster-is imploding fast! Word is I am the one who predicted early that I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will end when I was. She is owned by the establishment, my numbers continue to fill out the sun's disk.

Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. She is flying with him.

The ball bobbed unheeded on the porter.

I want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals or that Crooked didn't report she got the debate! No tram in sight.

We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

His first bow to the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Now he can't get to 1237. Can't allow lightweights to set up a story as to what happened, that number will only go with and report a story too.

Where? It grew bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.

Indiges.

Or am I now I remember. Goddesses. He has some bloody horse up his nose.

Like a man. Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings.

See ourselves as others see us.

Nice!

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