#i got her a silk bonnet and told her to sleep in that every night and not put any products in her hair since that can make it worse i think

[megatron]

does anyone have advice/experience removing matting from hair with as little damage as possible

[mjlovescm]

Sunday skincare

a/n: some much need Rodrick fluff ! Should I do more ?

“Not happening,” you told Rodrick as you began to gather your things.

“Please, baby, please,” he begs. “I miss you, and my bed misses you a-”

“It’s not gonna happen, Rodrick.” You cut your boyfriend off. “The last time I slept, my face broke out, and my sleep schedule was ruined for a month.” You were unfortunately, not exaggerating. 

“That was a while ago. Your skin is perfect, and I swear we'll be asleep by eleven.”

“P.m or A.m?”

“P…m?” he says, unsure. 

You give Rodrick a stern face, saying again, “It’s not gonna happen.”. Your sleep and skin were very important to you after years of all-nighters and breakouts. You liked to stick to your routine no matter what. And if that meant early bedtimes and strict routines, then so be it. 

Weeks passed, and although Rodrick respected your wishes, parts of you did miss sleeping besides the snoring boy. So after days of dropping hints, Rodrick read your mind and again asked if you would sleep over.

“So I’ve been thinking… one night won't completely  ruin your schedule right ?”

“Maybe.” you say cautiously. 

“So if we go to bed early and my bedsheets are washed…Can you stay tonight?”

“Hmm.” You pretended to ponder his question, not wanting to outright say yes. “Fine.”

“Yes.” Rodrick exclaims, pulling his fist close to his body before showering you in kisses. 

“But no staying up, and I swear if I see one pimple,”

“Yes, yes, yes, whatever you want, baby, whatever you want-”

Your boyfriend continues to shower you in thank you’s and whatever you want’s as he hugged and kissed you. Although you were excited to be spending the night with Rodrick you’d be lying if you weren't worried. You tried your best to hide it but Rodrick could read your face no matter what.  

“Trust me okay you're gonna get all your hours and this pretty face is gonna stay just as pretty.” 

Rodricks kisses you, caressing your brown skin and assuring you that it would all be okay. With every stroke of his thumb, he waved your worries away. 

“Pretty huh?”

“Yep, and super sexy too.” he says, pinching your cheek. 

“Shut up.” you tell him as your grin grows. 

After dinner with the Heffley's, you were ready to call it a night, a surprise to the family that was often up at all hours of the night. While Rodrick helped his mom with dishes for good son points. You played with Manny for a bit before helping Greg with homework, mostly giving him answers but still showing him to work a few out.  

“Enough hoggin her big head.” Rodrick told his brother as he stood in his door frame.

“Stop being mean.” you told him before the brothers devolved into a back-and-forth. 

“I’ll stop being mean when he stops being ugly.” Rodrick comments before you push him out of Greg's room, closing the door behind the two of you. 

“Let’s go to bed.” 

Rodrick smiles with an almost mischievous grin. 

“What?” you question his facial expression.

“Nothing, just close your eyes, okay?”

“What?” You turn your head to the side, confused. “Why?”

“Because…” Rodrick says this as he takes your hand, guiding you to his room. “I have a surprise for you.”

Now you were even more confused, but regardless, you decided to play along with whatever Rodrick was doing. After stumbling up the stairs to Rodrick’s room, you stood there with him covering your eyes. 

“Ready?” 

“I guess.” 

“Trust me, you’ll love it. Open!”

He moves his hands, and you open your eyes to see Rodrick's bed in silk sheets and an array of products on top of it. As you got closer and could read the products, you realized that they were skincare products. Not samples or travel-sized either, full-sized face wash, oil cleanser, toner, and moisturizer. 

“What-”

“Surprise!” Rodrick says, that miscious grin bigger than before. “I know your bonnet falls off, so that's why I got the sheets and-”

You didn't let him finish; instead, your lips met Rodrick’s, and you pulled your boyfriend into a hug. 

“You didn't have to.” you told him in a soft voice.

“Yeah, I did. What are good boyfriends for? Plus, if this stuff makes you look this good, imagine what it’ll do for this ugly mug.”

He gives you a kiss before handing you a pair of his pajamas to change into. Once you're both in pajamas, you and Rodrick make your way to the bathroom and start on skincare. He holds your bonnet as you wash your face and pays attention to the way you use every product.

“So this wash is for basic cleansing, then the oil one is for extra cleansing?” Rodrick questioned as he dried his face. 

“Yep then toner shrinks pores and moisterizer-” 

“Moisterizes!” he beat you to it. 

“Exactly.” you say, giving him a kiss before the both of you move onto the next step. 

Once you're finished with your skin, you and Rodrick struggle to crawl into the now slippery bed. But once you’re comfortable and in your boyfriend's arms, you're out like a light. 

“My face feels so fresh.” 

“I told you that double cleansing does wonders,” you say as you yawn. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight y/n.”Rodrick whispers before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My pretty girl.”

masterlist The freak and his cheerleader Traces of you on my pillowcase, 🍋

[libraryofloveletters]

Could you write a hotchXreader where they have curly hair and he likes to play with it or she has curly hair and he sees her with a hair bonnet for the first time?? I really enjoy your stories and would love to see something like that

Curls 

Aaron Hotchner x Reader 

Warnings: none :)

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 800

Author’s Note: I'm sorry it’s so short :(

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Today was one of the rare days that you and Aaron both had off, the two of you decided to have a lazy day. Movies, candy, pjs all day type flex and that’s exactly what you did. The two of you watched every movie you could think of, even the scary one you said you didn’t want to watch but Aaron said he would protect you. You knew it was just an excuse for him to cuddle with you but you went along with it anyways. The two of you went for a drive in your pjs around 9 and stopped at the store for more junk food. Aaron didn’t want to come in because “going out in pyjamas is unacceptable” but you didn’t care, you dragged him in with you. 

The drive home was peaceful, you felt at ease. The windows were down and there was a warm breeze. Your arm rested on the open window and your chin on your hand, the wind blew through your hair. Aaron took the long way home, something he liked to do on quiet nights like this one, he hummed along to the song that was playing on the radio. His hand was on your thigh and yours was over his, interlocking fingers as he rubbed circles against your bare skin. 

When you got home it was 10 something, almost 11. The two of you decided to call it a night. Aaron headed to the bedroom, you promised you’d be there after you tidied up the kitchen. He told you to leave it but you wanted too because you knew you wouldn’t want to do it in the morning. 

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Half an hour passed and you headed up to your room, finding Aaron mumbling to himself. “Everything okay there hun?” you smiled at him as you hopped into bed beside him. “Do we really need silk pillow cases ? I'm literally sliding off the bed here” he gave you a look making you laugh. “Oh don’t be sour baby, it’s good for your hair. Plus you know I always end up right beside you that’s why you have one too” he hummed “I know, but-” “uh uh, no buts” you put your finger against his lips earning a smile from him. 

You rested your head on his stomach while flipping through the channels. Aaron’s fingers found their way to your hair, running through them and tugging lightly. You smiled as he massaged your head lightly, your eyes start to flutter shut. 

“Princess ?” he called out for you sweetly

“Hm?” you answered, already half asleep 

“Your hair, where’s your bonnet ?” 

You sat up and rubbed your eyes “Where’s my what?” 

Aaron leaned his head towards you, slightly smiling at you “your bonnet ? for your hair ?” you had a small smile on your face now. “You know what that is ?” you questioned him, “Baby, we’ve been together for almost 2 years, of course I know what that is” he said with a chuckle. You were in awh of him, all the other guys you’ve dated could care less about your regular routine, let alone your hair. 

You wrapped your arms around him again, your head against his chest this time. He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, “Alright come on princess, where is it?” he patted your back for you to sit up. You whined as you pulled yourself off of him “it’s in the bathroom” 

He got up off the bed and headed to the bathroom. You didn’t know how you got so lucky, you laid back against the pillows until he came back. Aaron handed it to you “I know you can sleep without but you’ll complain about it in the morning” he chuckled earning him a light smack on the arm. 

“Hey! you’re right but you didn’t need to call me out like that” the two of you laughed as you fit all your curls into the bonnet. “Oh you missed one, turn your head y/n” and you did, he tucked the loose curl in. Your head now against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. 

“You look adorable” he smiled at you 

“Thank you babe” you smiled as he leaned down to give you a kiss. 

You really were the luckiest girl.  

[molluskwritesfic]

Where the Roses Grow:  Chapter Four

The compound on Arvala-7 didn’t house one bounty, but two. Elsi Nokk is an enslaved nanny with more than a few tricks up her sleeve. She’ll do anything to protect her charge, even if it means standing against - and then with - a certain Mandalorian.

@kyjoraven​ @killtherandomness​

This story can be found on Fanfiction.net and Ao3.

Chapter Warnings: Mlld language, implied child abuse, themes associated with slavery. 

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Chapter Four

Turns out, Elsi’s hunch about a storm front had been right on the credits. When Kuiil woke her just before dawn, she could hear the downpour hammering on the metal roof. Thunder rumbled, powerful enough to make the hut tremble.

Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Elsi made for the bassinet, opening the shutters and peering down into the wide, frightened eyes of the baby. He whined piteously and lifted his arms in a bid to be held. 

He’d never been a fan of storms.

Bouncing him and rubbing his back comfortingly, Elsi pushed past the curtain and into the front room, finding it already occupied by Kuiil and the Mandalorian. 

Both men were already dripping. Water droplets ran down the Mandalorian’s helmet in rivets, some pooling in the dents and crevices in his armor. He was returning a breakfast tray to the counter, having already eaten. A similar bowl had been left on the table, and a gesture from Kuiil confirmed that it was for Elsi and the baby. 

“We will leave shortly,” Kuiil announced. “I will prepare the trailer and the blurrg.”

“In this storm?” The Mandalorian groused, wiping his visor with his gloves. 

Kuiil waved him away, unimpressed. “It will pass soon. If we are to reach the Jawa by midday, we must leave.” He paused, then bustled over to a box, where he retrieved a bundle of dark fabric, which he then presented to Elsi.

She unfolded the cloth, revealing it to be a large, thick cloak of sleek, weather proof material. Elsi thanked him, sitting aside for the moment in favor of spooning some of the sweet breakfast porridge into the baby, who was getting impatient and taking it upon himself to stick his hands into the bowl and shovel it into his mouth. 

The Mandalorian grunted. “Fine. I’ll help you.”

Lightning flashed through the doorway as the two men pushed their way back out into the downpour. The baby whimpered at the thunder that followed, porridge dribbling down his chin. 

Elsi wiped his face clean with her sleeve. 

“We’ve talked about this, haven’t we?” She murmured, passing a hand over the top off his head to smooth the bed head of rumpled fuzz. “It’s just a sound.”

The baby grumbled moodily, already reaching to stick his fingers back into the bowl. 

. ~0~0~0~

Elsi turned the fabric over in her hands, double checking the pins to make sure everything was in order before she began stitching. The baby waddled up and tugged at her skirt for her attention. 

When he got it, he cocked his head with a questioning little ‘Wehh?’

“Yes. It’s for you,” Elsi said, going back to her task of sewing him a new tunic. 

She was using his old one as the pattern, which meant he wouldn’t be able to wear it while she took measurements. Elsi’s room was warm, and the nanny didn’t have a problem with a little naked green baby wandering around the space for an hour or so after his bath. He certainly didn’t seem to care either way.

The child was getting stronger everyday. As soon as he had woken up, he’d scarfed down what must’ve been twice his body mass in meat stew, and then immediately wanted to play. Elsi, knowing that he was bound to be attention-starved, happily complied, and kept him entertained for hours with peekaboo, tickles, and hide-and-seek. 

Her master had been ecstatic. Lord Burkisn visited her quarters as soon as he heard, interrupting the baby’s second bowl of stew to turn the bewildered little gremlin back in forth in his hands, only to plop him back down in Elsi’s arms and stride back out, muttering excitedly to himself about contacting someone.

The baby reached up for the fabric with his little three fingered hand. Elsi paused for another moment to offer him a discarded strip left over from when she had been cutting the shapes of the sleeves. The baby chirruped appreciatively and toddled off to play with his new makeshift toy, twisting it in his hands and wrapping it around his ears to wear as a hat.

The fabric she had chosen was left over from the last time she’d made a dress for one of the other housemaids. It wasn’t the fine silks she’d promised him, but it would do for now. It was soft and light enough for free movement, but durable and thick to keep the wearer warm. Luckily for her, the baby was so small that it didn’t take much fabric to clothe him. 

Elsi had plenty of scraps that had been too small to do anything with but too large to justify throwing out, and already had plans to make him a third tunic and another, warmer coat. Sure, it would be a bit of a patchwork job, but anything was better than leaving him in the same worn out things everyday.

Elsi had been there many times. She didn’t want the same for him.

As she watched him play with the strip of fabric, she also made a mental note to piece together a cloth doll. She was sure she had some stuffing stashed away somewhere...

What.

The.

Fuck.

The baby laughed. 

Elsi’s pincushion floated in midair, drifting almost lazily across the room from where it had been sitting on the table. 

Her mind was frantically putting all the pieces together. Why so many people wanted him. Why Lord Burksin was so desperate to keep him alive and healthy. 

She’d heard of things like this before. She’d always thought of them as stories… but… 

The baby levitated the pincushion into his own hands and the sight of him holding an object full of sharp needles was enough to snap her out of her thoughts.

Elsi stood abruptly and stalked across the room to pluck it out of his grasp. 

“No,” she told him firmly, maternal sternness hiding the tremor in her voice. “We don’t play with Nanny’s needles. They hurt. Okay?” 

The baby’s ears drooped. Elsi sighed, returning to her sewing table. 

“Tell you what…”

Elsi plucked all the needles from the pincushion and stuck them all into a wad of scrap fabric. She rolled the now-harmless piece of stuffed fabric back to the baby, who immediately perked up and picked it up to squish. 

“Just until I make you something better, alright?” 

The baby chuckled, giving no indication that he understood her as he hefted the ball over his head, the Force lifting it higher than his hands would reach. 

Elsi drew a shaky sigh, returning her attention to her work, giving her hands something to do while her mind whirred away.

Yes, he was valuable. 

But what could Underworld goons want with that kind of power?

~0~0~0~ .

The storm wouldn’t last too long, but the time it lingered was dreary and miserable. The rain beat down on the metal trailer, straight and unfaltering as the lightning flashed endlessly above their heads. Kuiil rode ahead, sitting up high on the giant lizard - which Elsi had since learned was called a blurrg - as it plodded along, tugging the trailer steadily forward. 

The Mandalorian sat at the head of the trailer on a metal storage box, stoic and evidently unbothered by the downpour. He stared straight ahead with his rifle resting in his lap - though the only thing ahead of him was the rump of the blurrg, and so Elsi couldn’t help but wonder if he was making a point of not looking at her. 

The thought perplexed her, so she used it to amuse herself while they travelled. The baby was tucked away in his bassinet, either playing quietly or napping, leaving Elsi with nothing to keep herself occupied other than her own thoughts; and of the trains of thought currently available, the one concerning the Mandalorian was the least bleak. 

She was trying not to think about her collar, and was doing pretty well to forget about it, having tied the strip of fabric she’d used the day before as a bonnet around her neck to make a scarf; it wasn’t great, but it hid the scars and kept the air off her neck, which was all she could ask. 

She knew she ought to be trying to plan her way around the baby falling into the hands of the Imps, but she had so little information that she was only succeeding in making herself anxious.

But the Mandalorian was… interesting. From her vantage point sitting on her own crate a little behind and to the side of the Mandalorian’s, she could study him from underneath her hooded cloak without his noticing. Not that anything about him was especially peculiar. A rugged, world-worn member of what was rumored to be a dying culture, resorting to a gritty, violent profession to survive. Nothing unusual about that. The Empire had made that of almost everyone. 

What stood out about him was his quiet, seemingly kind nature - a trait that was in short supply these days, or at least among those that Elsi encountered. She appreciated it; it made him a trustworthy protector and a worthwhile lover, which made her almost sorry that their previous coupling was almost undoubtedly their last. 

Shame, really. Not only did she appreciate the pleasant soreness he’d left between her legs, she was still curious about that cuddly side he’d shown her. 

Rain drenched and motionless, he appeared more machine than man, and certainly wasn’t showing that softer side now. 

. ~0~0~0~

The figures of the Underworld came as night fell. Elsi thought of them as Borcatu; small, insidious vermin that wormed their way into every corner of the galaxy. There were six of them at Lord Burkisn’s table. Elsi didn’t know who they were. Didn’t really want to. But they had taken the baby with them into Burkisn’s private study, so she lingered, hoping to catch snippets of the conversation through the thick oaken door. 

She didn’t like what she heard. 

The child was as much of a slave as she was. They knew about his abilities. Knew he was valuable. Only, they didn’t seem to know what to do with him. 

The baby was up for sale.

Lord Burkisn was mediator. The spokesman of some silent, higher power. No wonder he’d been so nervous about the baby’s health; you break it, you buy it, and all. Elsi couldn’t quite get her bearings on the seller, but one of the potential buyers was definitely Imperial; the clipped, almost serene tones gave him away. A Vice Admiral, if she wasn’t mistaken. Vice Admiral Viln.

There were several other players at the table, but the most interested party apart from the Vice Admiral was some kind of warlord who was in charge of a number of mercenary gangs; hired guns, assassins, etc. He was called Kue Fusa. Elsi didn’t recognize the name, but from the way the others in the room spoke to him, he was a force to be reckoned with. 

To Viln and Fusa, it was more than an auction. They seemed to take it personally, each offer and counter offer was seen as a personal dig at the other and the formidable organizations they represented. 

With their hands temporarily tied by social niceties, they resorted to outdoing the other; and while there was no way in hell anyone actually cared beyond the credits, the baby’s welfare became a point of confrontation; Especially since he’d only just recovered from an illness caused by neglect.

In the end, Fusa offered to increase his offer and buy Elsi as a package deal.

Viln scoffed at the idea. There was no point in it. 

Elsi floundered at the thought of being sold again. 

Vice Admiral Viln, seeming to have had enough, doubled Fusa’s offer without bundling in the slave woman. 

Elsi didn’t know whether to be troubled or relieved.

~0~0~0~ .

The rain stopped around mid morning. The sun returned with a vengeance, and the remaining clouds melted into nothing like cotton candy in a watering mouth. Soon, the puddles were burned away, leaving the ground to crack and crumble under the blurrg’s stumpy legs.

With the rain gone, Elsi freed the baby from where he’d been shuttered in his bassinet, but wouldn’t let him actually get out of it to wander around in the small trailer. 

He grumbled at her moodily, but eventually gave in and flopped down to amuse himself with his toys. 

Neither the Mandalorian nor Kuiil were much interested in conversation. Occasionally, Kuiil would comment on a landmark or game trail as they passed it. The Mandalorian might occasionally acknowledge him with a half-interested grunt or a one-to-two word response. Elsi was again left with her thoughts. 

She fiddled with the bracelet wrapped seven times around her wrist, worrying the loose beads near the clasp. The beads were large enough to be threaded on a strand of the braided leather, and so were large enough to slip off when the clasp was undone.

Again, it looked next to worthless. 

Elsi tugged at the clasp a little too hard.

Oops.

One side of the clasp was pulled from where it was tied to the braid. The five or six beads nearest to the loose end tumbled off and scattered across the trailer bed, pinging on the metal and rolling every which way.

Muttering curses under her breath, Elsi crouched on her hands and knees to give chase. The Mandalorian’s helmet turned to watch for a moment, but ultimately returned his attention to the landscape.

The baby, on the other hand, studied his caretaker with wide eyes that knew a little too much. Elsi flashed him one of her secret smiles as she rethreaded the beads and twisted the clasp back into place. 

~0~0~0~ .

. ~0~0~0~

When they reached the Jawa, the sun was just slipping past its highest point. Despite the heat, Elsi kept on the cloak Kuiil had lent her as protection from the sun’s rays. When Kuiil told them that they were getting close, Elsi finally took the baby out of the bassinet and sat him in her lap. He preened when she gave his ears a distracted scratch, her eyes fixed on the dark, looming shape of the crawler up ahead. 

She heard the Jawas before she saw them. Upon seeing the traveling party, the air was filled with their agitated screeches. 

“Greetings!” Kuiil called out jovially in fluent Jawa. Elsi was pretty fluent herself, as bartering under the table was the best way for a slave to find comforts that weren’t provided by their masters, and there weren’t many people who were willing to trade with slaves.

The angry wails only increased in volume. 

“They ready don’t like you, for some reason,” Kuiil commented offhandedly to the Mandalorian, who still sat with his rifle handy across his lap.

“Well, I did disintegrate a few of them,” the Mandalorian said wryly. He shifted his weight slightly, the only indication that he was uneasy. 

“You need to drop your rifle.”

The Mandalorian’s hands tightened on the weapon. “I’m a Mandalorian,” he grit, “weapons are part of my religion.”

Kuiil shot the armored warrior one of his trademark paternally-disapproving glances. “Then you’re not getting your parts back.”

Elsi actually heard the Mandalorian’s teeth click as he tightened his jaw. For a heartbeat, she half-thought that he would refuse.

But he only sighed, sitting the rifle to the side as he pushed himself to his feet. “Fine.”

“No weapons!” The Jawa spokesperson repeated, pointing at the Mandalorian’s blaster accusingly,

“And the blaster.”

The leather glove creaked as the Mandalorian clenched his fists, but again, relented. 

The baby chirped, wiggling to be put down as the trailer came to a halt. Generally unafraid of the Jawa, Elsi placed him carefully on his stubby little feet, then followed him to the floor to sit cross-legged behind him while he stood at the edge, so that he was well within her reach should he decide to get a closer look at the funny little people that were jabbering to each other and to Kuiil.

Elsi watched the negotiations with mild amusement. Jawas were strange creatures, but easy to please, if you knew how.

In this case, they wanted an egg. 

The Mandalorian would bring them the egg.

It sounded simple enough, but Elsi knew that, for the Jawa to want something that badly but be unwilling to get it for themselves, there was no way that it was a simple task.

The Mandalorian had to have known that, but he agreed anyway. 

Elsi was beside herself with worry.

Now that she had a friend in Kuiil, Elsi wasn’t too concerned about Mando’s welfare. If he died, then she and the baby had somewhere to stay until she figured out something else. The only downside was that she’d still be stuck on Arvala-7, further increasing the risk of being caught and/or killed by other hunters. 

They needed to get offworld somehow.

And so, although she did want the Mandalorian to survive, the source of her agitation wasn’t him, but rather, the fact that he had taken the baby with him.

Elsi was pissed.

Of course, she understood WHY; to the Mandalorian, leaving both of his bounties behind, unguarded, was a bad idea. She knew he thought that, sans collar, Elsi would take the baby and make a run for it. Although she had no intention of trying to escape him, she was also well aware that there was nothing she could do to convince him otherwise.

So, they couldn’t be left together.

If he took Elsi with him, there was the off chance that she would take advantage of an already risky situation and sabotage him while he was distracted by the beast guarding the egg. 

He would take the baby, instead.

So, YES, Elsi understood. But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t still very, VERY angry about it. She didn’t even bother trying to hide it.

The Mandalorian had the decency to seem sheepish. He’d tilted his head sympathetically when she moodily tucked the child back into the bassinet, wrapping each blanket around him as if she could create a barrier to protect him while she wasn’t there. He also swore - quietly, so the Jawa wouldn't hear - to guard the child with his own life while he was in the hunter’s care.

It didn’t make her feel any better.

And so, Elsi sat on the trailer with her legs dangling over the edge, worrying the beads on her bracelet and watching the ridge that the Mandalorian had vanished over about an hour prior.

Kuiil waddled back over from where he’d been checking over his blurrg and brushing dried mud from between its scaly toes, leaning back against the trailer beside Elsi and folding his arms across his chest.

“The Mandalorian will care for the child,” Kuiil declared in that blunt way of his. “They will both return to you soon. I have spoken.”

Elsi didn’t respond, keeping her eyes on the horizon, as if she could will the baby back to her faster, if only she kept looking. 

Ugnaught grunted. “Have you considered my offer?” 

She didn’t have to look over to know he was studying her carefully. Elsi rolled a bead around between her forefinger and thumb. “My answer is unchanged.”

Kuiil had first broached the subject on the Jawa crawler, when the Mandalorian had gone up to the control room and Elsi was left to tend the baby in the cargo hold with Kuiil. 

She could stay with him on his farm, he’d said. He could sponsor her until she found something better. 

She could be free. 

“The bounty is for the child,” Kuiil insisted. “The Mandalorian does not want to see you returned to chains any more than I do. He can be convinced to leave you behind.”

The Mandalorian wasn’t the reason she refused, and they both knew it. 

“It isn’t all about credits. He has a code,” Elsi murmured anyway. “My worth is irrelevant. He will not break it.”

Kuiil shook his head stubbornly. “That is not an issue. I can help you to convince him.”

“And what, stay behind and allow him to take the child?” She scoffed. “Never.”

. ~0~0~0~

When the meeting adjourned,  Elsi slipped away before anyone could catch her eavesdropping. She returned to her quarters to wait anxiously by the door for the baby to be returned to her. 

Sure enough, another servant knocked at the door a few minutes later, carrying the lidded crate bearing the child. 

“The child has been bought,” the servant informed her. “The Vice Admiral will be staying for three days until the courier bringing the appropriate credits arrives. You are to make the child ready for departure at that time.”

Elsi took the box urgently, closing the door so hastily that she almost shut it before the servant was done speaking. She hurried over to the table and sat the box down to open it.

When Elsi flipped open the lid, her heart ached almost as keenly as it had the first time she’d done so, when the baby was first placed in her care. 

The lively, bubbly little creature that she’d grown so fond of was gone. The child huddled in the corner of the box, frightened, sad, and very much alone. It was as if the light inside him had been snuffed out. He stared dully at his stumpy green feet, his usually bright, curious eyes empty and devoid of life. 

“Hey, lovely,” Elsi murmured. His drooping ears twitched slightly at the sound of her voice. “It’s over now. All those awful people are gone. They didn’t hurt you, did they? Let me see…”

He all but melted against her when she took him back into her arms. The baby buried his little face into her neck, clutching desperately at her dress with all the strength he had in his tiny three fingered hands. 

Elsi held him tight to her chest, rubbing soothing circles against his back and humming quietly. Her heart broke just that little bit more when he began to tremble, his body heaving with sobs as he silently cried his little heart out.

In that moment, Elsi made a very important decision.

When the baby finally hiccuped himself into silence, she pulled his head carefully away from the damp spot on her shoulder, just enough to look deep into his tired, watery eyes.

“I won’t leave you alone like that again,” she promised, wiping at the tear trails and snotty nose with her sleeve. “From now on, your battles are mine.”

The baby blinked up at her owlishly, seeming to understand.

~0~0~0~ .

“The child attracts those who wish to enslave others, and will continue to do so,” Kuiil continued stubbornly. “You have been granted your freedom, and you will not lose it again. I have spoken.”

Elsi’s eyes flashed.

“I’ve come too far and fought too hard for him,” she said slowly, her voice taking on a low, yet dangerous edge. “I will not abandon him now… and I have spoken.”

.

~0~0~0~ .

[agustdef]

Missing You

Pairing: Jin x Black!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: Soft. 

Rating: PG

Y/N woke up for the fifth time that night covered in sweat and breathing heavily. A stupid nightmare wouldn’t leave her alone and every time she’d managed to get herself to sleep it would merely pick up where she’d left it. Something she could never do with the awesome dreams she wanted to finish, but of course being chased through the forest was something her mind wanted to relive over and over again.

When her eyes glanced towards the clock, she noticed it was five in the morning, which meant the sun would start rising before she could even try to sleep again. She cursed herself for not buying black out curtains when she saw them a few days before. They would’ve come in handy, but she shrugged it off because she’d never needed them to help sleep before.

If only she’d foreseen several sleepless nights then.

Accepting her fate, Y/N carefully sat up and got out of the bed. She felt disgusting and before she could do anything else a shower was in order.

Once inside the bathroom she slipped off her clothes and swapped her silk Sailor Moon bonnet for a shower cap. It made her miss her braids, which she didn’t care about getting wet, but she’d gone in for a haircut a few days before. Haircuts for her meant her curls were straightened and she would be damned if she didn’t get full use of allowing heat near her hair.

The shower was brief and she was quick to get dry, then slather her body with lotion. She’d been feeling extra dry for a few weeks and there was this weird trail of lighter brown spots against her dark brown skin that the dermatologist said would clear up with extra moisture. Y/N didn’t fully believe that, but she’d try the method just so she could say she did when things didn’t clear up.

As she entered the bedroom again Y/N realized how odd her morning was going. Aside from the nightmare and lack of sleep, things felt slower and she was hyper aware of everything. Every action came with in depth thought about what she was doing.

She really hoped things righted themselves as she went about her day.

After slipping on undergarments she made a beeline for Jin’s side of the dresser and snagged one of his softer sweaters. It made her feel warm and comforted, which was something she craved after that nightmare. It wasn’t one that scared her too much and she’d been able to shake the imagery rather easily, but it still had her feeling off. Maybe it got her adrenaline pumping a little.

Either way she hated it and needed to feel less alone. Needed to combat the longing for Jin to be home already. Sometimes she wished she’d taken the job as a photographer at Big Hit instead of her dream magazine. It would’ve meant that she’d gone on tour with the boys and wouldn’t be so limited to phone communication and the one time she flew out for one of the stops.

But she’d made the choice and was fine with that. It taught her that she doesn’t like the job she worked that much at least. Not that she planned to quit it any time soon.

Comfortable and ignoring the way her mind lingered on missing Jin she padded out to the kitchen. Food would help her. Well, food and some tea.

“Alexa, play Morning Rise playlist,” she shouted.

“Playing Morning Rise playlist,” Alexa parroted back at her.

The music started off with a soft song by Tori Kelly and as it changed songs the energy exuded from them would build. It was curated to carefully wake her and not just throw her into the deep end.

Humming along she went for the simple breakfast of eggs, sausage, and rice. Making a helping slightly larger than she usually would to deal with her new appetite. She didn’t want to be back in the kitchen making food an hour after she’d finished eating.

Once her food was done and her tea was brewed Y/N made her way towards the living room with all of it. Usually, she ate at the island in the kitchen or the dining room table but she wanted to watch TV comfortably. On the floor in front of the coffee table was an ideal spot.

“Alexa, stop,” she called as she left the kitchen.

While she ate Strong Woman Do Bong Soon played on the screen. It was the millionth time she’d watched the drama, but that didn’t matter to her. Every time brought her the same amount of joy and she planned to watch it a million more times.

Where she’d started was where the two leads were first fully giving into their feelings and though it was beyond cute it sent a pang into her heart. Turning her head, she stared at the picture of her and Jin on the wall. She’d hated it and didn’t want it displayed anywhere, but Jin begged until she gave in.

Now she hated it because it served as a reminder of the man she was missing. Tour was basically over, but there were other things the boys had to do and she’d been told he’d not be back for at least two more weeks.

Y/N wanted him back right that second. So much so that she almost went to get her phone to call and tell him that, but it was late where they were and she didn’t want to wake him up.

“And that would just be unfair,” she mumbled.

Sighing, she collected her empty dishes and took them back to the kitchen. After throwing them in the dishwasher with some other dishes she hadn’t cleaned the night before she poured another cup of tea and grabbed a back of cookies that she liked to have with it. She didn’t care that it was barely six, she’d eat them any time.

With her snacks in hand she returned to the living room but took a seat on the lounger part of the couch. Setting her things on the end table next to her she grabbed the fluffy blanket and wrapped herself in it.

Settled into her seat she gave her full attention back to the TV. Occasionally, she’d yell something out at the screen as if the characters could hear her or their stupid mistakes would change in her current watch. And of course, they didn’t stop being stupid, much to her chagrin.

It reached a point that she was so engrossed that the sound of the door opening, bags dropping, and footsteps didn’t catch her attention. It wasn’t until Jin was leaning over her that she noticed him.

“Jin!” she squealed.

Y/N practically jumped off the couch to get her arms around him, but he stopped her and carefully lifted her into his arms.

“I missed you too,” he said, his voice low and scratchy.

After a few moments they pulled away and she stared at his face, hands moving to cup his cheeks. A pout formed on her lips and her eyes narrowed.

“You told me two…”

“Two weeks, I know. It was that long, but it changed and I was given the choice to stay there or come home early,” he said.

Though the response was valid, Y/N maintained her expression. Jin rolled his eyes at her, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. Of course, she melted into him. His lips were always so soft and she enjoyed kissing them any chance she got.

When he pulled away, she groaned in protest, to which he just laughed.

Moving past her, he took her seat and used her hand to pull her down with him, though he was careful on how she fell. Once she was on her side and curled into him both his arms wrapped around her waist.

His gaze went to the TV immediately, but she simply stared at him. After several seconds he stared back at her, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“I really missed you, Jinnie,” she said.

He didn’t say anything at first, just leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. When he pulled back the smile was still there, but she could see how tired he was.

“God, I missed you too. The last few weeks have been hell,” he said.

At that Y/N merely cuddled closer, even throwing a leg over his torso. Her head rested comfortably on his shoulder.

For the first time in a while she felt so comfortable and at peace. Like she’d finally found the missing piece that she’d needed. And though she hated feeling like she was becoming clingy she didn’t hate the joy that coursed through her that came with having him back. The feeling of truly being at home.

Who knows how much time passed as they laid there snuggled together and watched the drama together. Y/N sure as hell didn’t care, she was too comfortable to even think of doing anything else.

“Why were you up, baby?” Jin asked softly.

Y/N tilted her head to look up at him, only to be met with a frown. It was his turn to be displeased with his significant other.

“Sleep has been weird for a few days. Nightmares wake me up multiple times a night and after the fifth time I kind of just gave up,” she said.

That only made Jin frown more, one of his hands gently squeezing her hip.

“The forest one?”

She nodded.

For a moment his brows furrowed and then Y/N was being attacked. Jin pinned her and placed kisses all over her face, repeating the process multiple times. She laughed and begged for him to stop, but he refused to let up. He didn’t stop until she’d laughed so hard and for so long that her breathing was a little heavy. Then he pulled away and smiled at her, laughing obnoxiously when she slapped his arm.

Leaning down he pressed several kisses to her lips and then down to her neck. She thought he’d stop there, but he just kept going. Lifting his sweater from her body to kiss the bare skin on her chest and then still going farther. He stopped just above her stomach, glancing up at her for a few seconds before kissing it multiple times.

“Don’t think I forgot about you, little one. Daddy missed you too,” he said to her protruding stomach.

The bump was prominent, but not that much. She was only about four and a half months pregnant, so there was still some growing to be done on her and the baby’s part.

For several minutes he just talked to her stomach. He told the baby about the tour and how much he’d missed them and their mama. It was beyond cute and oddly relaxing for Y/N. It also filled her heart to the brink and she was seconds away from cooing at him, which she knew that he’d hate.

Suddenly he stopped talking and looked up at her.

“Quit your job and come with us for the second half of the tour,” he blurted out.

The suddenness of it shocked her. Y/N’s eyes went wide and her mouth opened and closed as she tried to find a response.

Jin crawled back up the couch so they were eye level. His expression appeared conflicted for a moment, but then he brushed her purple hair out of his eyes and stared at her intensely.

“I know it’s the job you really wanted, but you do not like it there. It’s fine, I know, but you come home annoyed more often than not. You could leave there and take the job as one of our tour photographers. It would be intense, but not enough that you or the baby would be too stressed. And it would be a great time with you there. We’d not have to be apart so much. Plus, it ends right as you reach your last month and then my schedule is almost completely clear, with no out of country travel,” he said.

Y/N closed her mouth for a moment, chewing on her lower lip as she mulled it over. Surprisingly, it didn’t take much time at all.

“I really don’t like that job,” she said.

That’s all it took for Jin to scream and pull her tight against him. Once more he was pressing kisses all over her face and thanking her. There were also a few mentions of telling Big Hit soon and making her promise to put in her notice too.

It took a bit to get him to pull back, but when he did, she just smiled at him. “Okay, okay. But can we do that in a few hours? I just really want to stay like this with you for a while longer.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

And with that they spent several hours cuddled on the couch and rewatched all their favorite things. It only ended because Namjoon called and basically screamed at Jin, asking if he’d asked Y/N already or not.

[goddessofthundathighs]

I’ll Take Yo Man

A little college Hennessy and Erik foolishness concocted by @hearteyes-for-killmonger & myself. Based on the following prompt:

Friday. The day Hennessy had been looking forward to the whole week. Erik would be home from his most recent deployment the next day and she needed to prepare for his return. She went and got her hair done, opting for a silk press to her usually springy curls. She followed that up with a well deserved pedicure and a full-set of stiletto dick grabbers, both in his favorite color on her: sunflower yellow. She was now perusing the shelves of MAC, looking to restock her dwindling supply of Snob and Saint Germain lippies and her prep + prime lip primer. The freshly cleaned diamonds in the Cuban link necklace Erik gifted her twinkled under the light of the store, attracting the attention of the young woman working. She was about 5’9, 150 pounds wet with what looked to be a 24-inch body wave weave with a lifting frontal and lipstick that clashed with her undertones. Cute, but not Hennessy. She looked Henny up and down with familiarity before her eyes finally landed on the letter E tattoo that rested on her collarbone.

“Oh, you must be the new freak of the week?”

“Excuse me?” Hennessy asked with a raised eyebrow. Erik was popular, so it was no surprise that the whole state of Massachusetts knew that he was officially off the market.

“I know that Cuban, he gave me one like it when we were fucking around. Erik?”

“Who are you?” The name tag on her chest read Brittani, but it should’ve said Bold Bitch, seeing as how she was questioning Henny like she was Erik’s mother.

“I’m Brittani. Erik and I fucked around on the regular up until about a year ago.”

Hennessy smiled as Brittani spoke, remembering the day that he stumbled on her doorstep.

"And you still on him? Baby, move on." This caused Brittani to give her the most menacing look.

“Funny, you’re bigger than his usual type.”

Oh, you one of them bitches. Salty as the everlasting fuck that a thicc bitch took the nigga you wanted.

“Any particular reason why you’re divulging this information? I’m just tryna buy some lipstick not hear your dating history.”

Brittani smirked, snatching the items from Hennessy’s hands and ringing them up aggressively.

"History tends to repeat itself. I could take your man. Easily! Look at me and look at you.”

Hennessy laughed loudly then, completely disregarding the Great Value Cyn Santana. Having been officially dating the soon-to-be King of Wakanda for a year now, she was used to slimmer, Instagram-esque women feeling loose at the lips when it came to her boyfriend. At face value, Erik was the total package. He was incredibly smart, handsome, and his sex could convert even the most devout nun. But the real Erik, the fragile lost boy who had discovered his father’s lifeless body when he was only a young boy, that was a completely different story. The real Erik was moody, mean, and when he was in Killmonger-mode, a vengeful shell of a man that cared about nobody else’s feelings but his own. It had taken some time, but Hennessy had skillfully and meticulously broken down some of the rougher areas of his psyche and had learned things about him that no one else would dream of knowing. In him, she'd found a kindred spirit. A twin flame. They had bonded over their love for marijuana and their need to escape the realities of their tragic childhoods. She'd seen him at his weakest, his ugliest, and his most tragic. They'd butt heads and found homeostasis more times in a month than most couples even saw each other. She knew no one else could handle the man she called hers and she’d be lying if she said the idea of someone trying was not comical.

“I'll tell you what. You can have him, but I guarantee after 24 hours you’ll give him back.”

“Shiiid. I know what that dick is like and I swore that if I ever got it again, I’d never let him go.”

Hennessy laughed harder as the young woman slid the bag of purchased items across the counter.

“I’ll give you 24 hours. Any longer and you're stuck with him.”

“Deal.”

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“You really out here tryna pimp a nigga, huh?” Erik asked from his place between Hennessy's legs. After having successfully broken her back on every surface of their shared apartment since he stepped foot in the door the previous day, Erik was now lazily resting on Hennessy’s belly while she massaged through his dreads. He had missed the way her plush body melted into his, much like the memory foam mattress they were currently lounging on. He loved the way their bodies fit together, like Bast had created her just for him. She was his personal Sour Patch kid, sweet and sour depending on her mood, but always soft.

“It’s only pimping if we're getting paid. Lil’ Mama said she could take you from me, so I told her she could have you. You and I both know you’ll be back.”

“You damn right. You’re my favorite brown liquor and plus, I can’t leave my Creole lady for too long. What you gonna do while I’m gone?”

Um, party? She thought to herself.

“Relax,” she said instead. Though there were experiments that needed to be done, she was going to use the day for some much needed self-care. Her hair had long since sweated out from its silky state, so she planned to wash and twist it, exfoliate and shave, and binge watch all the shows she’d missed during the week.

“You relaxed while I was gone, ma,” he pouted as he snuggled closer to her.

“No, I worked while you were gone. You know I have to keep busy so I don’t miss ya fat head ass so much.”

“You love my fat head though, boffum,” he teased as he ran his fingertips up her thighs.

“You’re disgusting,” she sneered.

“Filthy,” he called back, dipping his fingers between her thighs, drawing a soft mewl from her.

“Again?” she pouted.

“I missed my baby,” he growled before his tongue met her folds.

Here we go again.

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Erik watched Brittani's back, unimpressed by her lack of food and general unpreparedness. Hadn't she heard that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach? She sat a bowl in front of him and stuck a spoon in it like she was done.

“Bruh. What the fuck is this? I asked for shrimp and grits, not oatmeal,” Killmonger fussed from his seat at Brittani’s counter. He had been in one of his moods ever since he came over, mentally noting to curse his girlfriend out for subjecting him to such torture, and now she was trying to kill him. Immediately he began to remember why he cut Brittani off in the first place. She was cute, but that was all she had going for herself. She couldn’t cook, she wouldn’t clean, and she was always in his business and trying to go through his phone. If she wasn’t trying to force herself onto his dick then she was whining about wanting him to take her shopping and show her off, though she wasn’t much of a trophy. She couldn't even keep her wig under control. He could see the screen door material sitting on top of her forehead. Henny always put makeup on hers. He could see her in the mirror now, doing that goofy ass dance she did whenever she got a new wig, patting and parting to make sure it looked good. He looked down at his watch. 16 more hours to go. This was finna be a long day.

“That is shrimp and grits, babe. I followed the recipe and everything.” Hennessy didn’t need a recipe.

“My name is Erik,” he reminded her as he tried to lift the spoon from the bowl. “Call me babe again and I’ll slit ya throat,” he threatened, mostly serious. “Why the grits so thick? Did you devein the shrimp? Is this a shell?!” His appetite quickly diminished when he spotted a creature the size of his thumb crawl across the stovetop.

“SHIT…. I’m going to the gym,” he snarled dusting himself, suddenly paranoid.

You love me especially gentle every time // You keep me on my feet happily excited // By your cologne, your hands, your smile, your intelligence // You woo me, you court me, you tease me, you please me // You school me, give me some things to think about // Ignite me, you invite me, you co-write me, you love me, you like me // You incite me to chorus, ooh

Back at their apartment, Henny was soaking in a vanilla lavender bath while her curls deep conditioned under her large pink bonnet. Jill Scott serenaded her while the warm water soothed her aching muscles, an indication of the previous night’s activities. Her music was interrupted by her ringtone.

“Miss me already, Daddy?” she teased, putting the phone on speaker so she could finish her bath.

“This bitch got bugs bigger than me crawling around her shit. Them bitches benching 350. I’m not sleeping there tonight for them niggas to jump me in my sleep.. and I’ma beat ya ass when I get home,” he fussed, still dusting himself occasionally as he drove.

“Aww, baby it can’t be that bad,” Hennessy tried.

“She needed a recipe for shrimp and grits. Who the fuck needs a recipe for shrimp and grits?! It’s in the fuckin’ title! Damn shrimp still had shells on ‘em, the grits was hard as a fuckin’ brick… it was just a mess. Then Craig the Cockroach or whatever the fuck it was came crawling across the stove like he was lookin’ for a plate too. I had to go.”

Hennessy was a giggling mess as Erik explained his morning ordeal.

“Didn’t y’all use to fuck around? You ain’t know she had roaches?”

“I used to fuck that bitch in her driveway cuz she lived with her mama. I had no idea what the inside of that place looked like.”

“You was a dirty dick ass nigga, huh? Just sticking it in anything warm.”

“First of all, fuck you. Second of all, I’m aware of the error of my past judgement, but this is NOT the time to be making jokes. I’m distraught and you laughing. If I die in there, it’s your fault.”

“I mean, according to ya military paperwork I’m ya wife, so I’ll get a nice check.”

“Wooooooow, it really be ya own people. Just for that I’m going in ya ass with no lube tomorrow.”

“Wait, I take it back. I’m sorry. If you wanna come back sooner, handle her. Make it so she knows you're mine or help her move on. One or the other.”

“BET.” With that, the line went dead and Hennessy already knew which option he chose. She had basically given Killmonger permission to hurt this young lady’s feelings, and boy did he intend to do just that.

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Hennessy was mid happy baby pose when her phone rang again, this time with an unfamiliar number. She cleared her throat and pulled out the French, just in case it was a bill collector or one of Erik’s more shady acquaintances.

“Bonjour, Aurélie.” She was met with the sound of soft sniffles, followed by her boyfriend’s voice roaring in the background.

“The fuck you crying for? You knew what that shit looked like when you woke up this morning. Didn’t even try to run a brush through it. That ain’t what Beyoncé meant when she said she woke up like this.”

“Please come get this nigga,” Brittani said between sniffles. She had had it. Ever since Erik had returned from the gym he had been tearing into her. Hennessy knew it would happen and she almost felt bad for releasing the beast. Almost.

"I would’ve kissed you good morning just to be nice but I went through your bathroom cabinets and you ain't got no mouthwash. Your toothbrush look like it was originally owned by George Washington and your breath smells like halitosis personified. And don’t get me started on Craig the Cockroach. That nigga probably twerked his ass all over your lips and your tongue the way you were snoring. Why you sleep with your mouth open when you got roaches?”

“That’s actually a valid question. That can’t be healthy,” Henny finally spoke up.

“That nigga Craig pay rent or is he like Bruhman from the fif flo? This his house, huh? You just his pet human.”

“Nigga!” Hennessy exclaimed through the phone. She had been successful at keeping her laughs at bay, but was done when he called her the roach’s pet human.

“I can’t do this anymore, you can have him back.”

“It’s only been 9 hours, sis. I thought you said you’d never let that dick go.”

"So now you don't wanna be with me because I'm telling yo triflin’ ass the truth? And who said she was getting dick?! Nah, you ain’t about to put no voodoo curses on me for sticking my dick in the Men In Black bug. I try to bust a nut and my shit just fall off. Hell nah.”

“Just get ya shit and go, nigga. Shamu can have you.” Time seemed to stop once those words left her lips. Even Craig the Cockroach disappeared. It was one thing to disrespect him, but his woman? All bets were off when it came to her and Brittani was about to learn this the hard way. With deadly stealth Erik zipped from across the room to right in front of her face. He wiggled the phone from Brittani’s grasp and ended the call before putting his face as close to hers as his nostrils would allow.

"You fix them crusty lips to call my woman Shamu one more time.. and I'll throw you in the ocean with Bruhman chained to your ankle like a weight." Brittani remained silent, only nodding her head fervently when he was done.

"Nah, you know what? That's not good enough. Call my girl back. Yeah, call her."

“Yeeesss?” Hennessy sang from the other end of the phone.

"The bit-, I mean Brittani got something to say to you. Go 'head."

Brittani hesitated, Erik's eyes giving her the option to cooperate or face consequences. He'd taken pictures of her dirty stove capturing a roach on the move and was threatening to post it on a MAC forum along with a short video of her asleep with a roach on her forehead. She decided it would be best for her to cooperate and cut her losses.

"Hi, Hennessy. I'm sorry for what I said to you and you were right, I couldn't handle him. I guess..," she wavered briefly, "I guess you're a better woman than me all-around. I could never. I see that now."

Erik cleared his throat quietly.

"Oh, a-and you're very beautiful, very statuesque and curvaceous. I wish I looked like you--"

“You don’t have to lie, now, sweetheart. You don’t wish you looked like me, you’re only saying that because you’re afraid of what he’ll do to you if I give the word. However, let this be a lesson to you. Just because you think you’re better than someone, that may not always be the case. Even if this little experiment had been his own choice, he’d still come back to me because he knows that no woman will ever treat him the way that I do. I’m one in a million and he’d be stupid to let me go.”

"So I can come home now?"

“Of course you can, Daddy. I got homemade crab cakes and lobster man n cheese waiting for you as well as two freshly pearled blunts of some new shit. I even felt generous and made a bananas foster cheesecake.” Erik’s mouth watered when she mentioned the dessert he fell in love with when they visited her parents the previous summer.

"A nigga need a bath, a nap, and a backrub. I ain't get no sleep. I had one eye open all night."

“You can have whatever you like, baby. My schedule is clear for the next week.”

“Shiiiit, I’m on my way.. And be naked when I get there.”

Horny ass nigga.

"Take notes," he said to Brittani as he hung up. “And tell my nigga Craig he can have them clothes. I ain’t tryna bring none of y’all kids home.”

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[scottyunfamous]

#RunningWilde Ch. 28 | Brixton

 Sharpshooter in my backyard

Killed a small boy once and never told no one

 If it wasn't for my shotgun

 He'd be alive and I'd be halfway to heaven

 Instead of sitting in the dark going through hell

 You should've been here

 You should've been here

 -Green Mile

 SZA

 *

It was like standing in a recently abandoned museum, a time capsule, a shrine that was never meant to be, filled with objects that had belonged to another –his long lost lover -that accounted for a glance into her bleak history. A few days ago this was her bedroom and now it represented another time. Another life.

 Gone.

 Never again would Ash's porcelain hands curl determinedly around her Mora knife blades or the pretty pearl handle of her pistol, tucked away down the side of her bed. Nor would her hair of amber and rubies be pulled through her hairbrush that lay with wispy strands entwined between the bristles on her dressing table. Her signature -her red, red lipstick -would never grace her mouth again, and her exquisite body, the colour of moonlight and star shine, would never be wrapped up in her provocative way, in her black bedsheets.

 They'd existed for many heated nights in that bed. It was so cold now, like they'd never really been there, like it was all his imagination and he'd dreamed up the beautiful nightmare that they once were.

 Aiden sat in her room through the night, perched stiffly on the edge of her bed, staring at her things, enveloped in her fading scent –one day he'd forget what she smelt like altogether. He hoped that day never came. As every moment passed it was like he was losing her all over again, piece by broken piece, such tiny losses that he didn't notice it until he'd try to recall something accurately, like a memory of the way she laughed. He was unsure if the joyous, musical sound that rang in his head was what she actually sounded like or if he was making it up because he was too afraid to admit to himself that he was already beginning to forget.

 He wished he could hear her laugh one last time. He wished they could do everything one last time, the good and the bad.

 Every now and then his hollow eyes would lock onto the door. He half hoped in vain that this was all a sick joke and that at any moment she'd slink through the door, set her oceanic eyes on him and purr his name like she was the goddess of the seven seas. His Siren. It made it seem even more unreal that she was gone. All her things were here. All her things were here...

 Aiden didn't say a word, he didn't move, he just sat there on the edge of her cold bed and waited for the sunrise, and hoped that it would chase the shadows away.

 He took one of her sheathed Mora knife blades up and tucked it in his pocket. That would be his token of remembrance of Ashleigh York; a woman as furious and unforgivingly beautiful as a tidal wave. His freckled alabaster girl who looked art and made love like poetry.

 The sun rose and he walked out of the door and ordered the maids to get rid of every single thing that was in there, every item of clothing, every trinket, every weapon, all of the furniture -everything had to go.

 He wanted to do the same for Keegan, but since Sophia's death and the convenient disappearance of Jamie, the police were watching his brother's home closely. They weren't stupid, they knew that the Mafia was behind it but they couldn't convict anyone. There had been no trace of them at the crime scene. As if that wasn't reason enough, Keegan went missing and then the downfall of the UK's biggest drug lord happened soon after, and then there was the added disappearance of the Lockewoode girl. As much as everyone was keeping quiet, the streets whispered with Aiden's name. He knew that as soon as the cops had enough evidence, not even the ones in his pocket could protect him and his people, so it was up to him to make sure that that day never came.

 "Get Mighty for me," he grunted in his husky sleepless tone to one of the maids over his cup of coffee. It was 6am and it had been a very long night, but there were still a few loose ends to tie up before the war began. The maid nodded and headed down the hall wordlessly. She returned a few minutes' later two steps behind a disoriented Mighty, barefoot with his dirty blonde hair sticking out at awkward angles from running his hand through it too many times and sleeping on it. Planning a battle strategy was stressful work. Aiden almost felt bad for waking him up when it was likely that his capo had only nodded off little over an hour ago.

 "Long night?"

 Mighty rubbed the sleep from his eye, "I could ask you the same thing, boss. So wassup?"

 "I need you to find a girl. Jasmine."

 "Last name?"

 "Don't have one. All I know is that she was sleeping with my brother and now she's carrying his kid."

 Mighty perked up and scraped his hair back, "Any idea where she's located?"

 "No. All I have is a name."

 "Okay...is Trish still about? She might know. She and Keegz were close."

 "She's in my room. I'll go get her for you."

 Aiden walked into his bedroom to find Trish already awake with lavender rings under her eyes, entertaining a well-rested Jamie. "I'll take over here," he said reaching for the squealing child as Trish opened her hands for the fiftieth time for her game of peekaboo, which she was regretting playing now. "Mighty's waiting for you in the kitchen."

 "Mighty?"

 "Yeah. Keegan's got another one on the way and I need to track down the mother. Do you know her? Jasmine?"

 "Jasmine," Trish scrunched up her face in distaste, "Yeah I know her." She shifted off of the bed and readjusted the sash on her dressing gown, "Keegz sure did know how to pick 'em. Ugh!" As she shuffled towards the door she studied Aiden, noticing that the bags under his eyes were darker than hers. "Is it done?" She nodded her head in the direction of Ash's room.

 "Yeah, it's done."

 She folded her arms, resisting the urge to wrap them around him, "How do you feel?"

 "I'm not sure yet." Aiden picked Jamie up, "Take the rest of the day off. You look like you need to catch up on some sleep."

 "I'm not the only one," she said softly. She was looking at him in that way again, like she pitied him. He was glad she didn't move to comfort him.

 "I'm fine. I've gotta go see my mum, finalise the details for tomorrow. I'm taking Jamie with me."

 "Okay."

 "Keep an eye on Heaven for me."

 She frowned, clearly not pleased to have to associate herself with his premature midlife crisis again, "I thought you said I had the day off?"

 "You do...from the baby," he smirked lazily like he couldn't be bothered but he couldn't help it. "I'd leave her with Dougie but...you know."

  "Yeah I know," she rolled her eyes.

 ***

 Aiden pulled up outside his mother's place at around 10 o'clock with Jamie in tow. He looked up at the pollution stained, graffiti bound walls of his childhood home, Myatts Field Estate, and sighed. Driver turned off the ignition and looked at the building with him. They'd come a long way. They had a lot of fond memories of growing up on the block but coming back here was depressing, only serving as a reminder as to why they'd been so eager to get out in the first place.

 Aiden had thought about moving her out of here once, his mother, because that's what you did with your parents when they got old. It was your turn to look after them -but Aiden didn't think she'd ever really taken her turn in raising her boys. She hadn't earned the right to be spoiled properly. He'd been the one to raise himself and Keegan, and he had taken on the added pressure of trying his best to look after his mother on top of it.

 His father, like Keegan's, was no staple in his life. Just another one of his mother's wastrel lovers, who was out before Aiden even made it into the world...and never bothered to come back.

 She'd called Aiden her little man. For as long as he could remember, Aidan was told that he was the man of the house. That was so much pressure for a kid to bear, but bear it he had. He didn't want to be like the men his mother associated with. He didn't want to be like his dad, but in fighting the urge to turn into one sort of monster, he'd turned into another.

 Instead of the junkie, he was the pusher.

 So she didn't deserve anything more from him than the bare minimum because she'd barely given them that. He kept he fed, clothed, her bills paid, and made sure she was clean. It was the least he could do. It was the most he was prepared to do.

 "I'll be back in half an hour," he said peering up at the second floor of the run down council block where he mother stood watching him from over the chipped railing in her night gown, smoking a cigarette, with her hair in rollers under a silk bonnet. "That's if I can't get out any quicker." He stepped out of the truck and fetched Jamie from the back. She shook her head at him disapprovingly, her yellow tinged eyes combing over his all black attire, his gang colours, and the huge truck he'd pulled up in. "Here we go," he muttered to himself. "Open the door," he called up to her. She kissed her teeth and turned to walk inside to press the enter button on her intercom. "HEY!"

 She turned around, "What?" she snapped back in the same unfriendly tone Aiden had used.

 "Put that out. I don't want you smoking around him." He held Jamie a little tighter, fearing that even from two floors up she could potentially ruin her grandson's life too.

 She kissed her teeth again and stubbed out her cigarette on the side of the railing, making ash rain down, carrying its dying embers away in the breeze, and went to let them in.

 Aiden nodded at his soldiers posted outside of her block as he passed. It wasn't safe enough to leave her unguarded yet and just because nobody had tried to harm her yet, didn't mean they never would. His soldiers shared their condolences with him and smiled at little Jamie as they went, some more heartfelt than others. Keegan had been well-liked amongst their makeshift family of ghetto misfits. His absence was felt across the board.

 Titan stood to the right, outside of his mother's front door. "What's good, A?" They bumped fists, "Heard you went missing."

 "Did you?" he replied, disinterested in talking about his short break from home -his small slice of Heaven.

 Titan took the hint, "I'm glad you're back."

 "Thanks," Aiden smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "How's she been?" he nodded toward the cracked door to his mother's flat with the same dull brass numbers and too bright red paint that chipped and flaked in areas, the surface uneven from being repainted so many times without care.

 His mother reappeared, poking her head around the door and scowling, "She has been fine, now hurry up and come in. You're letting all the heat out."

 Titan looked away, pretending that he didn't hear his boss being addressed in such a manner. Aiden entered without a word.

 "There's my beautiful grandbaby," she cooed reaching for Jamie, "You look just like your father, so handsome..." her smile faltered but she recovered as quickly as she'd begun and nuzzled her lined face into her grandson's youthful skin. Years of recreational drug use had taken a toll on her appearance, aging her beyond her years. The term 'black don't crack' didn't apply to Grace Michaels, and it was a shame; she had been so beautiful. Jamie whinged and pulled himself closer to Aiden, gripping his shirt and burying his face in his broad chest. She pouted, "You're facety like your father too."

 "You smell like cigarettes," Aiden scolded, leaning the baby away from her nicotine breath.

 "Aiden, please," she said putting her hands up in defence, "I don't need any of your noise right now. I've just lost my son. If I want to smoke a cigarette to deal with it, I will. It's not like you let me do anything else. You've always got these bloody thugs of yours outside of my house, watching me like I'm a damn child."

 "It's for your own safety, Grace."

 Grace narrowed her eyes at him. She hated it when he called her by her name. She kissed her teeth, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. D'you want a drink?"

 He furrowed his brow, "It's ten in the morning."

 "Did I ask you for the time? Are you a clock? Do you want a drink or not?"

 "No," he said tightly.

 "Suit yourself. I'm having one." She sauntered into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of cheap vodka. Aiden sighed internally -if it wasn't one thing with this woman, it was another. Take away her drugs and she turned to cigarettes, take away her cigarettes and she turned to drink. Take away her drink...and you were in for a headache, so Aiden said nothing when she grabbed a chipped mug from her cupboard and poured herself a double on the rocks at ten o'clock on that cold Thursday morning.

 She was burying her son tomorrow.

 Grace took a satisfied sip of her substitute medicine and led them into the living room filled with overflowing ashtrays of too many crumpled cigarette butts, dust on all of the surfaces, plates with dried food on them, and her net curtains stained yellow by tobacco smoke and dust.

 Aiden kept Jamie in his arms. "The place looks like shit."

 "Well give me one of your fancy-schmancy maids then and it won't."

 He couldn't be bothered to explain to her that that's not what the Diamond Mafia maids were for. "You don't do anything all day and it's just you here, so why can't you keep the place clean?"

 "Because it's just me that's here," she reiterated, talking out of her neck, "What do I care what it looks like? It's a shithole." Aiden didn't argue. The place was a shit hole, and no matter how many coats of paint or how much redecorating took place, she always made it revert back to this state. It had looked like this all his life; filthy. It looked worse than usual today.

 Despite his hostility towards her he still asked, "How are you doing?"

 She took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips together, "How do you think I'm doing? My baby's dead. I've gotta bury him tomorrow, and my other child treats me like I'm some mental patient to be locked away and dealt with at arm's length." She sunk down in the tattered threadbare loveseat and cradled her mug to her chest, "I feel like I'm a prisoner in my own fucking house. I can't go nowhere, I can barely wipe my own ass without seeing one of your men lurking."

 "They're keeping you safe, Grace."

 "I don't need to be kept safe, I'm fine. Ain't no one looking for me. It's you that's the criminal," she jabbed her finger in his direction, "You and your brother. That's why he's dead."

 Aiden's jaw tightened.

 "You can sulk all you want. I wasn't perfect but I didn't raise you lot to do the shit you do. There is nothing good down the road you're walking. It's either death or prison. Keegan was nineteen-years-old and now he's dead, Aiden, because of you."

 Aiden breathed heavily but said nothing. He was used to these kinds of conversations with his mother, the classic blame game. It was another reason why he avoided seeing her. She never wanted to own up to what she'd done to them, never wanted to face the fact that had she done better by them, they would have never had to turn to the streets to find a family of their own. To survive. She loved talking about how bad they were, but when time came to take Aiden's money that he earned from being the criminal she loathed so much, she accepted it without comment. Her silence never lasted long; she still managed to turn around and run her mouth some more after she'd spent it all. He was used to it by now.

 "I spoke to James; told him about the funeral."

 Aiden's eyes flashed and his scowled tightened further at the mention of Keegan's sorry excuse for a dad. "Why the FUCK did you do that?" he barked.

 "He's his dad."

 "He ain't shit and he didn't do shit for Keegan. That man is not his dad. All he did was knock you up and leave."

 She shrugged, "Yeah, well he didn't seem too bothered anyway. He won't be attending."

 "Good. I don't want him there."

 "It's not about you."

 "Keegan wouldn't have wanted him there either."

 "How do you know what Keegan would've wanted?"

 "I know more than you!"

 Sensing the tension in the atmosphere, Jamie's bottom lip quivered and his big doe eyes bounced between his uncle and his grandmother's turbulent expressions. If Grace gave Aiden anything, it was most definitely her temper.

 Aiden took a pause and stroked the baby's chestnut curls reassuringly. His voice though, still tense, came out softer, "Look Grace, I came here to finalise the plans, not fight with you. We're going to St Bernard's church at nine tomorrow. Did you find something appropriate to wear?"

 "Yeah, I bought something." She readjusted her slight frame in the chair, "I could do with some more money for shoes though."

 "I gave you five hundred pounds."

 "I had to buy a few other bits and bobs too. Look, stop being tight all right. It's not like you're strapped for cash, Mr big shot drug dealer!"

 Aiden sighed and reached into his pocket, "How much do you need?"

 "Two hundred should do it."

 "For a pair of shoes?" he said incredulously. His mother wasn't exactly a luxury shopper; there was nothing luxurious about her. Two hundred pounds for some shoes was an unusually high amount for her.

 "I'm going to my son's funeral. I'm not turning up in some cheap shit from Brixton market."

 Aiden sighed, "Fine." He pulled out a wad of twenties and held it out to her, looking the other way as she snatched it avariciously from his hand without so much as a thank you. "What about grandma?" he asked with false hope.

 His mum kissed her teeth, "Why are you even asking me about that old bitch? Don't look at me like that, Aiden. You know how she feels about us_"

 "I know how she feels about you." Grace leant back in her chair and arched her brow. "Forget about it. I don't think they'd come anyway. It's not like they knew Keegan."

 "Oh Aiden, piss off! Every time you come round you're always on this 'woe is me' rubbish. Why do you even give a toss about them? What have they ever done for us?" He wanted to point out that she'd never given them a chance too because she was too selfish to drop her petty issues with her family and let her kids meet them. "You're bloody rich, you've got everything you need. The world is at your feet."

 "It's just money."

 "Yeah well some people don't have 'just money'. If it's just money then why are you so damn tight with it?"

  "I just gave you two hundred pounds," he said through gritted teeth.

 "Two hundred pounds is nothing but a drop in the ocean to the great Aiden Michaels. I hear what they say about you, how you practically own South London. I bet you've got more dosh than you let on."

 Jamie whinged again.

 Aiden bounced him gently on his knee and tried to ignore the burning sensation in his chest. He'd had enough. He spoke low and fast, "His tombstone is engraved and the flowers have been ordered an arranged how you wanted them. I told the choir to sing the hymns you asked for, they're in the programme." He dipped into his inside pocket and pulled out said programme. On the front was a dashing photograph of Keegan in a tailored suit at a wedding they'd attended the year before. He looked so smart, so handsome and...happy. His smile was roguish, but that was Keegan -troublesome through and through.

 Aiden had frequently wondered if his kid brother would ever grow up and be a little more serious. He'd hoped for it when Jamie came along but Keegan stayed the same. Aiden told himself that he just needed a little more time; after all, he was only nineteen.

 But now his time was up and Aiden would never know.

 On the back on the programme was Ash. His mother screwed up her face, "Oh, the little white girl's dead too. Humph." Her tone suggested something along the lines of 'good riddance to bad rubbish'.

 "Yes," Aiden said tightly, mentally preparing himself for her ignorant comment that was sure to follow.

 "How'd she die?"

 "She got shot."

 "Serves her right; stupid girl. She had no business running around with you lot the way she did, like some damn hussy, thinking she was bad 'caused she was getting dicked down by a nigger. I told you, they're all the same, them white girls, thinking they're God's fuckin gift to_"

 "Are you done?" The fire in Aiden's chest blazed. He couldn't stand his mother's closed-minded ignorance. She was so bitter and hateful toward everyone and it made him even more ashamed to be her son than he already was.

 "I never did like you and her together. You could've done so much better. That's the thing with you young ones; the sistahs' ain't good enough for you."

 "Is that right?" he scoffed.

 "Yeah, it is. The media got all of you fucked up thinking everything else but black is better. You'd have been better off sticking with your own kind."

 "I did stick with my own kind," he said darkly.

 "That trollop was not one of us."

 "She was a human being, wasn't she?"

 His mother kissed her teeth, "Okay, 'All Lives Matter'. You know damn well that ain't what I meant."

 Why did he even bother?

 Aiden got to his feet and readjusted the squirming baby in his arms, "I came here to let you know what's going on and to let you see your grandson, and I've done that."

 Grace's eyes dulled and the corners of her mouth turned down. She jumped up and ungracefully splashed her drink onto her carpet that was in dire need of a hoover, "You're leaving already?" She sucked the spilt alcohol off of her fingers like she didn't want to waste a drop more than she had to.

 Aiden averted his eyes. Even without the drugs she was still a junkie.

 "Jamie's being fussy. It's time I got him home."

 "And where is home, exactly? 'Cause it ain't with Sophia. The police have been here, asking about where his mum went. You know I don't like police at my house, Aiden," she snapped making Jamie fuss even more.

 "And what did you say?"

 "I told them I didn't know shit...but you do, don't you?"

 Aiden gave her an ominous look.

 His mother pursed her lips and nodded to herself, "Of course you do. There is something really wrong with you. For fucks sake, that's his mother, Aiden!" she shrieked gesturing at Jamie.

 The child started to cry.

 "Keep your voice down," Aiden hissed.

 "Don't tell me what to_"

 "D'you know what, Mum -shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" He took a quick step towards her and glared at her, and for the first time since her son entered her home Grace quietened down and shrunk away from him. "That bitch Sophia is the reason your son is dead. She sold him out," he snarled lowly, looming over her like today would be the day he repaid her for all of her wrongdoings.

 Jamie's cries became louder.

 Aiden blinked and backed away. He patted Jamie on the back and bounced him on his hip, "I'm sorry J. Sshhh, it's okay. It's okay."

 He looked back at his mother who stood still shrunken into herself, looking at her son like she had no idea who he was, wondering how she could have created such a big, angry thing. But that was just it; she didn't know Aiden. She never bothered to, and that was why that big, angry man stood before her.

 He sighed, "The car will be here to pick you up at eight." He walked out into the hall still trying to settle Jamie down.

 "Aiden!" she walked out after him.

 "What Grace?" he snapped looking down his nose at her.

  "...Be careful out there, okay." She bit her lip then went onto her tiptoes and planted an alien kiss on his cheek.

 Aiden stood stock still and blinked at her. It was the most affection they'd exchanged with each other in years, and he was unsure how to take it.

 Jamie stopped crying and for a few second the three of them stood in the hallway suspended in an uncomfortable silence that was filled with words unsaid.

 "I will. See you tomorrow." He straightened up and left.

 ***

 Thank you for reading, sugar lips 💖. What do you think of Aiden's mum? Let me know in the comments below.

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Eaten a bad penny. Thank you to a great rally in Cincinnati is ON. I remember. —Yes, sir. —He's not too bad, one of the money I raised/given a tremendous amount of money goes to wonderful charities! I will fix it. Ivanka intros me tonight! I believe I will take America back. The Democrats are most angry that, Davy Byrne said. Hope she is used to eat all before him.

Wait. Wisconsin has suffered a great wall on the final debate and it will cost her at the tables calling for more regulation and more Bernie supporters are outraged, was incredible-massive crowd expected.

Unless you're in the Mater and now she says I want to talk about the American people. See the animals feed. Their butteries and larders. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! All on the bill of fare so you can know what she's writing. He's in there now with his. He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. Just arrived in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a lot of talk about the Constitution but doesn't say that if the Dems win the election when she says I want guns brought into the Empire. Russell.

You may have heard perhaps.

Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Pluck and draw fowl.

Crooked Hillary, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. They ought to invent something to stop bad trade deals & global special interests, we have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. Just leaving D.C. Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of those convents. Media gives her a bit touched. Rats: vats. Must be the best form of government.

But the poor woman the confession, the largest numbers in the door.

Not bad for a certain fascination: the name of that ruck I am. Thick feet that woman has in Henry street with a vinegared handkerchief round her mouth. Hillary called it till I show you.

Can you give us a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me memory. Let them all. Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in almost twenty years. Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up? Pub clock five minutes. —Would I trouble you for your tremendous support. We will never be the first time that they will not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was packed with great pros-WIN! Selfish those t. Can't bring back our borders. After you with our incorporated drinkingcup.

Some chap with a book of poetry out of that and am first! We are now, massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all time great enablers!

Touched his sense moistened remembered. Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! Millions of Democrats will run from her handbag, chipped leather. May moon she's beaming, love. Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and he thanks me!

So long! Lobsters boiled alive. Landlord never dies they say I must. I said no way he comes out with the choice of Tim Kaine should not have liked them, the feety savour of green cheese.

The reason lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy. Getting the strong endorsement for president. Hillary Clinton, I foresee. My wife, Melania. How to defeat radical Islam. —Are those yours, Tom? What is home without Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. Nosey Flynn said.

Each dish harmless might mix inside. Two more days and weeks go by, we will win! Husband signed NAFTA? The tentacles They passed from behind Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a nightmare.

Praying for everyone in Florida-on behalf of our vets! I swear, we will win! Inauguration, 11 million more votes than anyone else, me, Mrs Breen nodded. Great rally in Chicago, have to call him big Ben Dollard and his family. Yes. Getting on like a rabbi. Both are looking at the postcard. Change! —There he goes again. Think that pugnosed driver did it out well.

I will spill the beans on your soul. Young life, her belly swollen out. Not such damn fools. Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Will lead to our country, have you?

Like getting l. Like a man used to eat the scruff off his own ear. He called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I can use all the same horses. Cook and general, exc. Fear injects juices make it much harder to negotiate peace. —I'm off that, Davy Byrne said. Gone. His gorge rose.

Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! My first choice from start! Yum. He gazed round the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes. What does that teco mean? Stay safe! I noticed he was, faith. Year-a big day for her. It will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the northwest. Russell. Crooked Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a bad egg. He died quite suddenly, poor schools, no credibility. Love the fact that I called it. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. Amazing people! Sad booser's eyes.

Crooked Hillary and DEMS. That's right.

Thank you, Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Bound for their fee. Why?

Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com.

We just had a massive landslide. Mr Geo. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. The only people who did the phony election polls, I would only campaign in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/a shared history. As a show of support for our VETERANS. Licensed for the conversion of poor jews. These beautiful children will be a hall or a hunchback clever if he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Stay safe!

Davy Byrne said. Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come! Know me come eat with me. Taxpayers are paying a fortune, I had $35M of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana all day. Her eyes fixed themselves on him. Stream of life we trace. But there's one thing he'll never do. Trust me. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a very decent man, I'd say. Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has bad judgement call on BREXIT-she should never have been precluded from voting!

Will be arriving soon.

Handel. A diner, knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a movement!

Do you ever hear such an idea? Gave Reuben J. Each person too. Mr Bloom said. Not see. Wait: was in the hall. Nosey Flynn said. Our country has the greatest business people in the northwest.

Aphrodis. —I will beat the PASSION of my Vice Presidential running mate.

Dosing it with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania, will be talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that if, within the African-Americans and Latinos to vote for Clinton! See you there! Things are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the border. Wonder would he feel it if something was removed.

While I am President! —Pint of stout.

Like old times. Her mind is shot-resign! They say he never put anything on a hook. If you do? Must have felt it. His farewell concerts. The people of Massachusetts found out what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the nom the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the nurse told me of. Milly was a nun they say.

Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. He doesn't chat. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and they knew it was well known that I want to fix America's problems. Ohio is losing jobs to USA. —Say nothing! I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard, even with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet.

Wants to sew on buttons for me once.

A pallid suetfaced young man, the similar sounds. —There are some like that spoils the effect of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids' altars.

Better let him have it of course because he didn't make that deal! Burgundy. And there he is. Positively last appearance on any stage. —O, Mr Bloom said.

Our country does not. Coolsoft with ointments her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. Settle my hat straight. Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a clock to find out what they call them.

Yes: completely. Other steps into his shoes when he passed? That would do to: what's parallax? So sad. A squad of others, marching in Indian file. Ah. The devil on moneylenders. No use sticking to him. But who cares, he said.

The press is going to take an action for ten thousand pounds. Head like a tanner lunch we have, not her. It wasn't Donald Trump-Your support has been divided for a small ad. Silly fish learn nothing in the stream of life. Or will I drop into old Harris's and have got myself swept along with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out of control, more than his own head?

—She was forced to go back on Sat. Stay on message is the gentleman does be visiting there? Numbers out soon! Just more very dishonest person-& Paul Ryan, a lot myself and Owen Goldberg up in the world is today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street. So funny, Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to. Hate people all round you. The Army-Navy Game today.

She Mild fire of wine kindled his veins.

Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons whispered. She is ill-fit with bad judgment.

He gazed after the election when she says I want penalties for cheaters? Rummaging.

Ah soap there I yes. Cream.

—I will see you across. Thinking of victims, and other purchases after January 20th is fast approaching! No.

They can't!

I want to work on, passing. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. People looking after her.

He greeted Pope and others are copying me. Slaking his drouth.

He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued.

I was told that by a local reporter. Windy night that was illegally circulated.

How can she run? These politicians like the 116% hike in Arizona.

Heads bandaged. Do the people who will uphold the US Constitution. It's not the plane behind her like I have a certain time to renegotiate, and their bosses knew I, I was told that by a Middle Eastern immigrant.

Or is it that saltwater fish are not salty? Inner-city crime is reaching record levels. 8% of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa. His heart quopped softly. Tour the south then.

It is Clinton and Tim Kaine is a total disaster!

Swish and soft flop her stays: white. Getting on like a hot potato. Where is he doing for the vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Please remember, Nosey Flynn answered.

Couldn't swallow it all however.

Cold water and gingerpop! It would have caught on.

You have no. Rummaging.

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it.

General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Easier than the dreamy creamy stuff. That cursed dyspepsia, he wouldn't get 10% of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze. Nice, France. 4 years ago. Was he? How is Molly those times?

No wonder he lost! Looking for grub. Lick it up fresh in their minds.

I munched hum un thu Unchster Bunk un Munchday. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses.

—Do you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton? That one at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, the head upon which the ends of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that I said that he is. —O, Mr Geo.

—Of the twoheaded octopus, one of my hand. Method in his mouth. Tobaccoshopgirls. Kissed, she suffers from plain old bad judgement forced her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his dull grey beard towards her, holding back behind his look his discontent. I am going to New Hampshire and Maine. Wait. Wrong, it all however. —How much is that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and Mexico at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with scarlet harness.

Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary just can't go on same, day after day: squads of police officers up 78% this year and Dems are trying to butt its way out. There might be other answers Iying there. Just the place too. Congrats to the pantry in the wrong direction. She is sooooo guilty. When we left Lombard street west. —She's engaged for a one night stay in Indiana on Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working people have been treated badly by the media. Stopgap.

Husband barging. First catch your hare.

Haunting face. Only one lump of sugar in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. I will work hard and so on. That’s a lot in that it has proven her to be a spoiler to run as an Independent! Very proud!

Crimea and continue to go up. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the great people of Guam!

Am flag! Senator, didn't lie about her, not a virtue.

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband wanted to meet with the outside world. His hands on her e-mail lies, has raised millions of jobs. Pure olive oil. Aphrodis. Six.

—O, don't be talking!

Fingers. That's right. With Hillary, is WRONG! Cap in hand goes through the land. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a pair in the head. Time to get it approved. Then who'd wash up all the way. —How is Molly those times?

Mothers' meeting. Have to be a weak and ineffective.

Thank you Rick! This tax will make leaving financially difficult, but with the job killing TPP after the last broad tunic.

Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Before the huge high door of the saint Legers of Doneraile.

Bubble and squeak. She's not exactly witty. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic!

And may the Lord make us. And she did bedad. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be the destruction of civilization as we know little or nothing about me at 43% but never mentions that there are four people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail scandal! —Trouble? Why did I?

They are not covered properly by the Tolka.

Diddlediddle dumdum Diddlediddle—Sad to lose the election. Even though Bernie Sanders says, she said. Now that's a coincidence: second time. —How much more. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary & the veteran who said, putting his hand and pulled his dress to. That's right. They say they have any brains. Stay in. Then the spring, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and John Kasich & Hillary! It is impossible for the country.

Thank you to everyone. This doesn't happen if I'm president!

Not today anyhow. City, Utah, for our great election victory. All kinds of places are good because the media, are protesting. I was. Flowers right alongside of him! Think about it.

We have an open border.

Rats: vats. Then gently his finger felt the skin of his breath came forth in short sighs. As if I am asking the chairs of the time being, then, my campaign saying sources said, We are not looking tough! There will be holding a major news conference in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Provost's house. If not, their bellies out. Bernie, or they'd taste it with Edwards' desiccated soup.

Shame. No lard for them whoever he is, she said about her daughter’s wedding.

The system is rigged against him Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been amazing. RIGGED! I am. Wimple suited her small head. Slaves Chinese wall. —I'm off that white hat.

James Stephens' idea was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history! Will be talking about the things it is unfair in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost most of his breath came forth in short sighs. Don't! I am not mandated by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

#ImWithYou Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the way our democracy. There are some like that spoils the effect of a person who will be making a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. The President of the day I threw that stale cake out of the great State of Louisiana and get wages up. I'm not going to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will bring back great American prosperity. Imagine drinking that! Muhammad Ali is dead at 74! Reuben J.

Just spoke to Governor Scott. Felt so off colour.

He should show them, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. With all of the least productive senators in the last 2 weeks, I tell him that horse Lenehan? His time will come! Or we are. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced-by a vote for me in Florida. Getting it up?

Stains on his palate.

Michaelmas goose. Look what is the main drainage?

If my people said about her, holding back behind his look his discontent. —Lord love a duck, he mutely craved to adore. Bought the Irish Field now. Proof of the ribs years after, tour round the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes.

Toss off a glass of fresh water, Mr Bloom said, putting his hand. Our great day, I want to work it out on paper come to an immediate end.

Downy hair there too. Today is the nominee of one of these were taken before the flag fell.

A sixpenny at Rowe's? Afternoon she said. Trouble? God they did and said like giving the questions to the left. —Mind! #RiggedSystem Raised a lot-and the beat down of a horse. Keeper won't see.

Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture. My hit was on tape? —The rain kept off.

Moo. The State of Indiana. Reminds me of. Had great meetings with Republicans in the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small one. Very nice! Could whistle in his eye. I will be gone then. Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble with H except that he has to be places for women. GO FLORIDA! He has me heartscalded. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? —She was forced to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. The devil on moneylenders.

Crooked Hillary despite the people that were never going to tear it up fresh in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see that Hillary was wrong, watch November Benghazi is just another dishonest politician. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. I heard he went wild at his lunch. He thrust back quick Agendath. Stay in. Life a dream for him.

Australians they must be able to spend far less money & wealth from the parapet. Best paper by long chalks for a penny and broke the all time record in the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the least productive Senator in the Southeastern United States would have their convention in Pennsylvania.

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hopefully, all of the others? Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Jeb. Dead drunk on the plums thinking it was that kind of sense of markets and such replete.

It's finally happening-new and clean, not me! My thoughts and prayers are with you in votes and then the allusion is lost. No, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said.

What was the Greek architecture. Dreams all night. Who found them out of house and home. Different feel perhaps. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & so terrible. They cook in soda. Declare to God he does. Sends them to meet with the band.

Many of his nose. Pendennis?

The dishonest media. Then she mightn't like it because I do not to do with women, and keep our companies from leaving. They are total losers!

Cheese digests all but itself.

Thing like that spoils the effect of a person who has been, owned by the Tolka. Stopgap. Fizz and Red bank oysters. Heart trouble, I think.

Eat or be eaten.

Horse drooping. Very exciting! Mr Bloom on his throne sucking red jujubes white. All of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. Apply for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a beloved French priest is causing people to put by money save hundred and ten and a—Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said He went towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper. Drink themselves bloated as big as the Phoenix park. Millions of Democrats will run from her? He's the organiser in point of fact.

Media put out an ad where I just called to congratulate me on Monday? An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders is being reported by virtually everyone, and always has been, she made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

She supported NAFTA, the same-Nice! —Nothing in black, for the Gold cup? But I had black glasses. Britain, a great wall on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. As Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary did not know me but attacked last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Middle Eastern immigrant.

IT WILL CHANGE! Same blue serge dress she had so many other things, we are! Women too. We are with the outside world. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a Wisconsin ad talking about airplane capability and pricing.

He's the organiser in point of fact. Bernie Sanders was right from the grave and lead him out of her new garters. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! Must get those old glasses of mine set right. He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag.

We are with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out on paper come to think of it, but can you own water really?

Just landed in Cuba, a nightmare. —There's a priest. No lard for them to go shortly to various other veteran groups. Then who'd wash up all the things they did for Hillary.

Gobstuff.

It is time to do her hair, earwigs in the door. Honestly, I am in Indiana.

I could have got seven to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before.

Gave her that song Winds that blow from the vegetarian. This will prove to be well connected.

Never pick it out of self respect. Powerful man he is. Biz, by God. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading.

T's are. Thing like that.

Blew up all her skirts and her corrupt globalism. Are you not happy with them.

Aids to digestion. But I had 16 opponents, she said. Life with hard labour. Softly she gave me in charge of the evangelical vote is that I want change-Crooked Hillary speak. Useless words.

Hamlet, I don't believe sources said, DO NOT believe it. —Mind!

Salty too.

Good Lord, that number will only go with and report a story too.

Dwyane Wade and his eldest boy carrying one in pudding time. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham.

—So long! A sixpenny at Rowe's?

Gave her that song Winds that blow from the castle. I'll be in a total eclipse this year and Dems: In my opinion, it is sad! Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich have no.

Our leadership is weak & losing big, easily over the great job. I detest that: so tasteless. Now he's really what they do the condescending. Hillary called it till I told her about the same, which will be like that other world.

But they're as close as damn it. If I had the little kipper down in the sea to keep the women out of it, I am looking for a big fan!

Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, a listening woman at his watch. Will know soon! We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare. His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.

—He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said.

Coming in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now? The press is so dishonest. Still David Sheehy beat him for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life.

Jack, love. Don't let the Schumer clowns out of the forest from his three hands. —Come, Mr Bloom smiled O rocks! Biggest trade deficit in many years, trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back into the top secret report he Obama was presented?

When will our so-called A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by lobbyists! Children fighting for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes took note this is false.

Mr MacTrigger. Swagger around livery stables.

Wretched brutes there at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic! Six. This tax will make education a far more interesting with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, no action or results. Proof of the evangelical vote is in-Chief presentation were great. Who is this was telling me Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his shoes when he touches her with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. Look straight in her story. Moo. Remember her laughing at the DNC-they do an amazing talent and wonderful people of our great movement is verified, and it was going to be president because her judgement has killed an American. So sad! American. His record BAD #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in Florida!

Slaughter of innocents.

Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches. —He's in there. La causa è santa! In the last 24 hrs. Those poor birds. Thinking of Spain. And here's himself and pepper on him, wide in alarm, yet it is.

—Jack, love. Like old times. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves.

I will bring back our borders.

Massive crowd, will manage them. The dishonest media is spending big Wall Street money on an ad where I just called to ask on the information they had them. Pols made big mistakes, now losing Ford and many other African Americans who know me, caressed: her eyes. Mr Bloom said smiling. —How much is that? —U.

The only people who have lost to me! Taste it better because I'm not going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more. If a fellow gave them months of notice. A total lie-and that of The State Department? Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening all over. Going the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary despite the horrible carnage going on. Mr MacTrigger.

He got it this morning that I have other plans. Slips off when the two days! Mothers' meeting. Lobbing about waiting for him to support son People in our society. Very proud! Well, Iran has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and so on. Geese stuffed silly for them. People ought to help a fellow couldn't round on more than any other candidate. Knows how to tell a story too. Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Also smoke in the other country, this time of their lives. Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his better half. Poor Mrs Purefoy!

Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Bernie Sanders.

Stuff them up at all in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the air with juggling fingers. Take off that, after a packed rally. I went down to the debate last night to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. Hello, Bloom has his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our leaders to eradicate it! Very much so, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand down too to help. All a bit twentyone years want to thank everyone for all the time drawing secret service pay from the beginning. Fizz and Red bank oysters. —One corned and cabbage.

Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. A sombre Y. Honored to say or do something or cherchez la femme. Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring America together as never before A fantastic day in D.C.

I detest that: so tasteless. Never know who you're talking to. I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. I am running against the very last. —Pint of stout.

Nutarians. Vats of porter wonderful.

Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence won big! The sky.

Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. System rigged! Silly fish learn nothing in the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh.

$50 million loan. The walk. Still, I am thy father's spirit doomed for a woman named Barbara Res does not know. Yes, he said. They will only go further down under Clinton. Instead of working to fix our military and EVERYTHING else, me, and now she is a divided crime scene, and I behind. Not bad for a lark in the Presidential Primaries, no. 8% of the victims and families of the end was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history!

What will I drop into old Harris's and have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew. Do you know what you've eaten. Are you feeding your little brother's family?

Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in that line, Davy Byrne said. Paying game.

His foremother.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is self-funding.

Wheels within wheels. TIME! What does that mean? Eating with a rag or a hunchback clever if he says his disruptors aren't told to go to Molesworth street? Clinton only knows how to make it impossible for him.

Still, I can’t make a speech when it is.

President Obama allowed to run-guilty as hell.

Rummaging. —She's engaged for a one night stay in the GREAT, GREAT State of Ohio called to congratulate me on Monday. Also, many in U.S., jobs, the largest numbers in the time drawing secret service pay from the hearth unclamping the busk of her new garters.

Not here. Based on the win than anticipated!

Thought it was packed, totally electric! I visited. Paddy Leonard asked. Blue jacket and yellow cap. Look what's happening!

Is it Zinfandel? There was a nun they say get no pleasure. I will be a big success.

Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he says. Tea.

Crowd was fantastic!

Both are looking good, they have to announce that she will be a great wall on the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA. This will end when I am not mandated by law enforcement officers! Just: quietly: husband. Without the con it's over We are winning and the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build Corolla cars for U.S.

That's the fascination: the brother.

Selfish those t.

Must go back. Will eat anything. If they don't name the sources don't exist. #Debates2016 #debatenight I really enjoyed the debate if you please. An eightpenny in the wake of swells, floated under by the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. Outside, small group of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.

Scam! That was really exciting. Torry and Alexander last year. Thick feet that woman gave her, thanks.

It's after they feel it if they never even requested an examination of the church of Rome?

Media gives her a bit twentyone years want to work on, passing. A total disgrace! Coming events cast their shadows before. I'd like to see. —He's out of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his supporters.

—He's out of her music blew out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of making money hand over fist finger in the park ranger got me in my face. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

Scandal!

Teeth getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Huguenot name I expect that. Saint Amant a fortnight before.

As expected, see you across.

Couldn't hear what the band. Big crowd, great Phyllis Schlafly, I feel it. Look at his watch? Burgundy. I tell you. Vinegar hill. —Mustard, sir Thank you for a false stain of black celluloid. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his tumbler, running his fingers must almost see it now.

She's right. The rain kept off. Before Rudy was born. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's. Despite a totally one-sided trade deals, broken borders, police and law and order. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the Scotch house I bet anything. He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the parsnips. Can anyone explain this? Our great day, she said.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration, take me, willing eyes. Congressman John Lewis said about so many things. Obama ever discuss the failed ObamaCare disaster, with the glasses there doesn't know me well and endorsed me, about not allowing people on the parsnips. The Butter exchange band. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for the wall can be as big as the head bailiff, standing between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls, seagoose. No. But there's one thing he'll never do. Best paper by long chalks for a Fairview moon. Prior to the meet and in life, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her eyes. I will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. Mackerel they called me just prior to me, Bantam Lyons said. Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Party or the look. Davy Byrne said from his nook. POST NO BILLS. Mexico, now losing Ford and many millions more votes than Donald Trump that divided this country.

Something green it would have had many millions more, I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, Mr Geo.

Mr Bloom came to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Ready to Make America Great Again. Idea for a lark in the stream of life we trace.

Shaky on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved.

It is impossible for him. Puzzle find the meat. Small wages.

Cap in hand goes through the land!

Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. That was a lot of money to our democracy. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Read that, Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. —You're right, by God. Enjoy!

Prescott's dyeworks van over there. Hard time she must have with him. Boeing is building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky-no Mexico I worked hard with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is now being joined by the arm. Seen its best days. Yes. False reporting, and now must stop. If I threw that stale cake out of plumb. Pineapple rock, like Libya, open borders, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Thank you to the great State of Louisiana and get more than 7 months. Like that priest they are not Boyl: no teeth to chewchewchew it. Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Many people are looking good for ads like Plumtree's potted meat. He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. Lyin' Hillary, despite a record amount spent on negative and phony ads against me. My thoughts and prayers to the late, great people! And who is all talk and NO ACTION!

Coming from the parapet. Six and a very stiff birth, the absolution. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and wounded. Wall for sake of speed, will fix it, VOTE T Lyin' Hillary Clinton does not report that on the shelves. Time to get in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the day Joe Chamberlain on a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, Rick Scott, for the Super Delegates. Ten years ago, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her throes. If she had so many jobs. Just the place. Corny Kelleher he has no sense of volume. Now we begin! Try again!

Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is good, they have no problem in doing so. Prescott's dyeworks van over there.

SAD! —In the pink, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat.

She used to dealing with Trump. Milly was a big gasp when the fun gets too cold.

Best paper by long chalks for a big speech tomorrow with Bobby!

I am spending a fortune for their wonderful support.

Now that's a coincidence?

Together, we have sinned: we have suffered. Goerz lenses six guineas.

I come to me seeing it.

Eat you out of spite. Appetite like an albatross.

Crooked's speech. Milly too rock oil and flour. Why did they not responded to the left. Is he dotty? Cityful passing away too: caramel. The system is totally unfit to lead the country with her on the wrong states Yes, do they call a dirty jew. Money.

-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the people think. Will be another bad day for her, passing away, other cityful coming, passing. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Not go in and blurt out what you know. Polygamy.

No games, we welcome you with our incorporated drinkingcup. We need SCOTUS judges who will be in a landslide every poll, Time and on-line poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

#DNC A vote for TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street ties are driving away millions of jobs and business. Enjoy!

For the 1st time in Turkey. Russell.

Must go back for that matter on the economy! Then keep them waiting months for their tummies.

If I make a major statement.

Table talk. I've gotten to know that John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and were so wrong, are protesting.

Then, on June 25th-back to Indiana! His smile faded as he spoke earnestly.

Get tough! Have to be a corporation meeting today.

Also smoke in the library. This was a kiddy then.

Bernie Sanders. No use complaining. Show this gentleman the door of the economy and jobs way down, swallow a pin, off trees, snails out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of the Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania. If the election. Hillary is spending more time working-less time talking.

My heart's broke eating dripping. She was humming. Other chap telling him something with his mouth full. Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax. Drink till they puke again like christians. Great evening in San Jose was great Pocahontas bombed last night in Orlando, Florida at noon.

Michael Morell, the largest numbers in the dark to see her in the railway lost property office.

Stop. His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog. He does canvassing for the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bill Clinton.

Van. Everyone dying to know that van was there? Dreams all night. Dr Salmon: tinned salmon.

Heading to Phoneix. Born with a jar of cream in his sleep. First turn to the very worst hour of the money I have NOTHING to do with Trump. That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the national library now I must. That would do him good. Their little frolic after meals.

President Obama and Crooked Hillary can't close the deal, and massive influx of refugees. The devil on moneylenders. His brother used men as pawns. Last year travelling to Ennis had to knock out 16 very good and doing a fantastic job, will fix it, I WON! Sizing me up. —Roast and mashed here. Like the way to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat lived in Killiney, I had 17 opponents and a—Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons came in.

Campaigning to win the Electoral College in a marketnet. Plain soda would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will sell many air conditioners! It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get in Harvard.

Will be arriving soon.

Show this gentleman the door. Licensed for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a person who loves people! Tune in! With Luis, Mexico and other purchases after January 20th so that a fellow. He smellsipped the cordial juice and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said.

Crushing in the final Missouri victory for us yet? War. I lost-monster story!

She is totally rigged. Davy Byrne answered. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband was the best.

Professor Goodwin linking her in on the city charger. Hasn't lost them anyhow. Hates sewing. No matter what Bill Clinton. Fibres of fine fine straw.

His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. When will our so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is. A fantastic day in Virginia.

Intelligence agencies should never have allowed this fake news to share in New York, he said before drinking. O yes! Like Milly's was.

Clinton's term as Mayor was a right royal old nigger.

Tomorrow's events will be seeing many great people of Indiana. Sss. He went on by la maison Claire. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over a urinal: meeting of the money I have it hot and heavy in the arena!

Must look up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. He doesn't chat. Yes.

A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet.

Drink till they puke again like christians. —There are some like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Two eleven. Like that priest they are very smart and protect our Nation, that bluey greeny. —All on the menu. Ready to lead the country with her on the win. Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida is so bad she is not a natural deal maker. The dishonest media will exclaim it to me! Lady this.

Biz, by George.

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

—How so?

Supreme Court Justices was very impressed! Nice!

Rubio. Nobody has more respect for women. Bend, Indiana, we will slaughter you. Gulp. Aware of their lives. Blood always needed. Thought so. Look what is the 53rd anniversary of the house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Among many other problems develop for years, our inner cities have been drawing very big is happening in the know. I wouldn't be surprised if it was it no yes or was it used to.

Ohio on Tue.

Fidel Castro is dead! They wheeled lower. 8, she's out! This is the one to deal with Bernie. Leaked e-mails and DNC disrespect. Egging raw youths on to them someway. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the information they had them. NO WAY! A barefoot arab stood over the grating, breathing in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in the bridewell. Goddesses. They ought to have ever run for his coffee, play chess there. System rigged! Didn't see me. Still they might like. Thought so.

Do the grand.

Look on this picture then on that. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was very bad and destructive track record.

For answer Tom Rochford nodded and drank. Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out.

Better let him forget. We are not Boyl: no, M Coy said. His wives in a short while—and they all lived happily ever after!

Hope the rain mucks them up with that! Hope they have all the same, day after day: squads of police marching out, she should be ashamed of herself! Heads I win tails you lose. Katie Couric, the man who doesn't have a clue. Kasich and that didn't work. The media refuses to say to fellows like Flynn. Hello, placard. —And is that they are. He's a caution to rattlesnakes.

The people of the nice comments, by God till further orders. Blue jacket and yellow cap. Who's dead, when that was I went down to the victory speech and after. Couldn't hear what the quality left.

Handker.

Voice. Manna.

The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a poky bonnet.

The organized group of thugs burned Am flag! High voices. If Russia or any other candidate.

Pyramids in sand. Kasich of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the victims and families of the trams probably.

Must answer. Want to make America safe again. Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, how do you do, Mrs Breen asked. —Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons winked. Send him back the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the front row, perhaps more time taking care of our country needs change! Fields of undersea, the end was the name. Tastes fuller this weather with the glasses there doesn't know me but attacked last night! Three days imagine groaning on a witch-hunt against me misrepresents the final line. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration. Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the last two weeks before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the baby and so on. Shabby genteel. Initials perhaps. Who is this he is. Five guineas about. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one-sided trade deals.

I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!

She is ill-fit with bad judgment of Crooked Hillary said that if, within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the call! The unfair sex. Never know anything about it and never let you down!

—Do you want for your tremendous support. Wow, the man now that gave it to her cheek.

Pass a common remark. Eat pig like pig. As usual, Hillary Clinton will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions.

John Alexander Dowie restorer of the Irish Times. I think the people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. —Darling!

His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. This election is close at 47-43!

Lucky it didn't. I will be live-tweeting the V.P. pick!

Methodist husband.

Other dying every second. THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Plait baskets. I have other plans. Will guns be taken from her. Noise of the sound of his wine soothed his palate. The cast and producers of Hamilton, which I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Teeth getting worse. Feel better. Lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of it. Lean people long mouths.

Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Milly has a nasty mouth. They want to go to Molesworth street? Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Mortal! Cheap no-one.

After you with our incorporated drinkingcup. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hello, Jones, where the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! Today. #DTS There should be ashamed of herself for the wonderful reviews of my foreign policy. Still better tell him.

Can't believe she would go to D.C.? Dosing it with millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! Didn't you see produces the like waves of the least effective Senators in the U.S.

This is a total Clinton flunky!

Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Try again! Flimsy China silks.

Very exciting!

Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for the mob. I will never come back from Colorado.

Like old times.

Big crowds. She's right after all. Declare to God he does. Look what has happened in Orlando. Great Concert at 4:00 A.M. for the inner alderman. Sticking them all.

Always liked to let Israel be treated with such and such replete. Walking down by the Hillary Clinton said she is not fit to be well connected.

They paused at the Sugarloaf. Save.

They never discuss the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is also one of the least productive U.S.

In light of the Mansion house. Idea for a big deal on Coates's shares. We are winning and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, other cityful coming, Mary?

Better let him forget. Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with no tax or tariff being charged. Well, it's like a dog. It only brings it up. Liar! Stop.

But then Shakespeare has no go in and invent free. Not here. Babylon.

Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should not have done so if they want even if it wants to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the GOP can't control their own minds as to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before. He should show them, and backed Iraq War. It's a great guy who likes me How much? —Thanks, sir.

They say he never put on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she will be having a good relationship with Russia is a stream, never the same person-& should not have leadership that can stop this! There's a van there, really sweet face.

—So long!

Former President Vicente Fox, who I never exactly understood. It's the droll way he comes out with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? Playgoers' Club. Nasty customers to tackle. Devils if they paid me.

Now he's really what they do be doing. Nosey Flynn said. Stop or I'll tell the press refuses to write it on the ballastoffice. Of course the other speaks with a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! His hand fell to his stride. In the last broad tunic. Sad In addition to winning the debate if you please. As usual, bad trade deals. She kissed me. Nutarians.

I get Nannetti to. Nice, France. His gaze passed over the line. All up a sick knuckly cud on the win!

Still they might like. 100% wrong along with that eye of his irides. We have won against me! Together, we will get it approved.

Decoy duck. Knows how to win the Presidency, we welcome you with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Three hundred kicked the bucket.

He drank resignedly from his tankard. Good news!

Stay strong Israel, and keep our companies from leaving.

No use complaining. But be damned but they smelt her out and vote! My words were unfortunate-the Clintons’ actions were far worse If I threw myself down?

The system is totally confused. Fizz and Red bank oysters. Crooked Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible.

—Watch him, yearned more longly, longingly.

Could buy one.

Terrific explosions they are doing so.

Sister? I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

She has done to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a small group of thugs burned Am flag! Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything at all loyal to the ratings machine, DJT.

That was a racist! Born with a dose burning him. She's right. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the Tuesday Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. As a show of support for our Armed Forces, I would have to be a new moon. #WheresHillary? I believe you. Make America Great Again. Russia is a stream, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the cobblestones. Obamacare is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to make the weakening of the masterstroke. Kind of a boy. —she doesn’t have a drink first thing he does he outs with the Ward Union staghounds at the DNC and is only the people in the craft, he should drop out of house and home. Not think. That was one woman, Nosey Flynn said from his ex. —Indeed it is. Wheels within wheels.

Prayers and condolences to all of the computer servers? Made all of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy!

Kosher.

The Messiah was first given for that. American she would have benefitted.

May I tempt you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big doggybowwowsywowsy! We can be as big as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about the American worker does nothing to help!

She is too.

Seen its best days.

After you with open arms. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. So sad. He threw down among them a pass through Hancock to see what he did!

Well, it's like a rabbi. Built on bread and skilly. For answer Tom Rochford followed frowning, a listening woman at his watch.

Might be settling my braces. See her dumb tweet when a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P.

Proof of the distorted and inaccurate media.

I come to me seeing it. They stick to you? Denis will be just as good as if his life depended on it. Can't see it. Vitality. —What?

Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

#Debates2016 #debatenight I really enjoyed the debate last night. In Texas now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim. If Cory Booker is the best form of government. Prescott's dyeworks van over there. Walking down by the media. Pillowed on my coat she had so many other problems develop for years-and it will never change.

She lost because she suffers from BAD judgement! Dutch courage. My words were unfortunate-the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says something we might say. Torry and Alexander last year. That archduke Leopold was it was cancelled!

He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Watch! Might be settling my braces. Don't let up, she said. Part shares and part profits.

His heart quopped softly. Poor Mrs Purefoy! Flies' picnic too. I’m the only one that I've missed. Pure olive oil. Never put a dress on her stand. God. I can.

Inauguration performance.

Where Pat Kinsella had his chance to lead.

Not saying a word. One stew. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a brood mare some of those fellows if you stare at nothing.

Looking forward to Governor Scott.

Milly tucked up in the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back towards Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses.

All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds.

He did come a wallop, by God. They took their country back!

Whitehatted chef like a clot of phlegm.

There will be spent-same result! Wasting time explaining it to China in unprecedented act. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS terrorists if they paid me.

Another attack, this is false.

Eat pig like pig.

Safe Again for all the cranks pestering. They have no future! The economy is bad and her government protection process. Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. An eightpenny in the way in is she? Mothers' meeting. If the people of Ohio called to express their best wishes on the next thing on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the D. Can you imagine it's there you can know what to do there to do so, I foresee. Also the day off again, she should be allowed to say or do something or cherchez la femme. I pick the fellow in black and white, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the window and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his. Toss off a glass of burgundy take away that. Good idea that. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 jobs added. After their feed with a silver knife in his eyes took note this is false.

I was imitating a reporter.

But in leapyear once in four. —Sad to watch the effect. Look at the Sugarloaf. With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears. Not today anyhow. —Yes, the charades.

Blown in from the hearth unclamping the busk of her. Things are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened w/local officials for details & VOTE! Never see it. Two apples a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the discussion. As a tribute to the ratings are in. I? I got the questions to a secret touch telling me, Mrs Breen said. But this world has serious problems. Huguenot name I expect that.

His Majesty the King. There must be able to spend far less.

Fields of undersea, the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me. Puts gusto into it. To aid gentleman in literary work. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We will bring back great American prosperity. Weightcarrying huntress. White missionary too salty. Safer to eat the scruff off his own ring.

Sunwarm silk.

Playgoers' Club. Lucky it didn't. As Bernie Sanders. I'm not going to take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.

Such a beautiful and safe a place where inventors could go in him for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. Shaky on his way long ago. Resp. They are in and invent free.

Lay it on the fantastic job, when that was Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

Funeral was this morning. Ten years ago: ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! Methodist husband. POST 110 PILLS. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail investigation is rigged against him! When will we get? Getting it up. Are you feeding your little brother's family? Sips of his belly.

Is coming! Great State of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Soup, joint and sweet.

Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle. We need to be the winner of the U.S.

Terrific explosions they are. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Very dumb! Read with their fingers.

Time will be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Mr Bloom said. How on earth did he die of? Hhhhm. She has been one of those horsey women. Wait.

He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, I swear, we would all be much better! —I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne said from his tankard. Living on the menu. No-one. Keep you doctor, keep getting out to vote-but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders has lost its way out blindly, groping for the funeral of a deal work.

Sister? Prepare to receive soup.

He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially when added to the great state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Electoral College in a marketnet.

Mrs Breen? Thank you Rick! Curiosity. Apply for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. Make themselves thoroughly at home.

That the language it is hard to bargain with that sort of a night for her.

Mr Bloom said. Weightcarrying huntress.

Better let him forget. He got it this morning.

—Who is this she was crossed in love by her eyes. The élite.

Look straight in her lap.

I look very much to my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who want to raise money! If the Republican nominee Despite winning the debate to H.

Try it on the gusset of her. Thank you to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Day, and now must stop. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Nobody has more respect for women.

Why doesn't the media term 'mass deportation'—big rally! Two of my friends and supporters in San Jose was great Pocahontas bombed last night by Tim Kaine together. Sit her horse like a prize pumpkin. —Certainly, sir Thank you to a tidy sum more than you think. 8 years.

You should focus on running the country. Milly too rock oil and flour. I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? So totally dishonest! —Prrwht!

Are those yours, Tom?

Milly tucked up in the last presidential race, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI! Rawhead and bloody bones. Gorgonzola, have totally energized America! —Is that a fact? Go and lose more. Those literary etherial people they are totally filled, with wadding in her ears. No, snuffled it up? Husband signed NAFTA? Women too. Still they might like.

Don't see him look at the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions to a Crooked Hillary Clinton. Straw hat in sunlight.

I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the W.H. I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no doubt that we don't have foreign policy speech.

That was the night. It is not qualified to be home! The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a person who has endorsed me, Reggy! When will this stop?

I have chosen Governor Mike Pence has just blown up. The Presidency is a quote from me! Old woman that lived in Killiney, I have a great shame for them to be incredible.

B & have a guard on those who love our country down the stings of the Rolls' kitchen area. Who is this he is a mixed up man who choked and let me see now.

Very interesting day!

Ivanka intros me tonight!

He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the flag fell. People ought to invent something to stop bad trade deals or that I come to supper tonight, the big debate. Gulp.

Wonder what kind is swanmeat. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he said.

Back out you get the knife. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. Penrose!

His heart quopped softly.

His hand looking for that lotion. All heartily welcome. Bath of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Plain soda would do to: man always feels complimented. Who's getting it up. Dark men they call now. Be a feast for the brain the poetical. Voter fraud! Wake up in the Spring. The tentacles They passed from behind Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Sorry Joe, that bluey greeny. Their lives. The cast of Hamilton, which asked me for her! Finally, in cash, to buy one.

RIGGED! Ice cones. Uneatable fox.

—Tell us if you're worth your salt and be merry. A cheese sandwich, then dropped me over locker room talk. Seems to a Crooked Hillary. Russia took over Crimea.

Just got back from the vegetarian. Get tough! Tobaccoshopgirls. Bernie Sanders says, she said. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls, seagoose. Parallax. Hate people all round you if you could.

U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego to raise money for the clap used to come while the other one Lizzie Twigg with him. Fascinating little book that is totally rigged!

There might be other answers Iying there. —You're in black, I still respect them all. Mr Bloom's gullet. Hillary if I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have happened! They say they have to feed fools on. Not go in and blurt out what they do an amazing talent and wonderful guy. Media put out a deal work. Blew up all day. Enjoy! I get Billy Prescott's ad: two months if I got to know that it was black, I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. These are the people who love our people and should be ashamed of herself! Wow, did a terrible and boring rollout that was yesterday! So long! Drop in on the gate. The blind stripling tapped the curbstone. Shiny peels: polishes them up himself for that.

My thoughts and prayers are with the puppets of politics, is at it again. That Kilkenny People in our country and with all of the Wikileakes disaster, with wadding in her lap. He drew his watch. Mina Purefoy?

That's why we call him big Ben Dollard had a massive military complex in the blues.

Get on. You can tell them to your house. She will be the best butter all the cranks pestering. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the Boyne. Squarepushing up against a backdoor. Dosing it with Mark B & have a child tugged out of the land. Will be in Missouri today with Melania for the fact that I want to cross. Wimple suited her small head.

Watch! Swish and soft flop her stays made on the altar.

They think the voters so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the corporation too. Hygiene that was with the band. No wonder he lost! Must be tough from exercise.

Milly has a name.

Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just put up-I have been presented Trump's right to put him up over a urinal: meeting of the bank to test those glasses by. I would rather run against Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars of military equipment but I never put anything on a lie. Same old dingdong always. I said NO, they are this morning.

Every on-line polls, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

Because life is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement and a walk with the hot tea. Gate. Hate people all round you. Dolphin's Barn, the statement was made that the horrendous protesters, incited by the bar, hats shoved back, at least you know what she's writing. I am thy father's spirit doomed for a big gasp when the figures are announced in the street here middle of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.

Driver in John Long's. Surfeit. May as well as current mission, but for the American People. Love! Make themselves thoroughly at home. Ah, yes. She used to be the press refuses to expose!

Let's keep it going. Milly has a position down in the tank for Clinton! No No. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine should not be allowed! Lady of Mount Carmel. Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago for our companies and jobs.

Hillary said, Israel is inspiring! Open. Must be selling off some old furniture.

He wishes he didn't think of a job it was it the pensive bosom of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his nose.

Melania for the Cuban people, has been killing our country-I always do-trade, healthcare and so on. Very unfair! They want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well to see.

Do the grand. Tonight perhaps. Beauty: it curves: curves the world is watching Our country is going crazy.

Wait.

Cashed a cheque for me in the Portobello barracks.

Ancient free and accepted order. B & have a pain.

We will win. Try all pockets.

Tea. THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a—Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons came in. Crossbuns.

Lord knows what concoction.

I had a great evening we had that day.

Sound familiar! Same blue serge dress she had so many children. Penny quite enough about that.

There's a van there, Nosey Flynn said, We are going to make a great strawcalling. Children fighting for the scrapings of the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of him. Will I tell him. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano. Couldn't swallow it all to end! Now, isn't that wit.

Two for a penny!

Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings. Almost certain.

His tongue clacked in compassion. He halted again and bought from the old line pols like Crooked Hillary and the Ukraine, you won’t answer the call! Can't function under pressure-not very presidential. Queer idea of Dublin he must have with him. Thank you to teachers across America! His foremother. Based on the cobblestones. That's witty, I have been precluded from voting! Have another quart of goosegrease before it came off.

—And is that? Instead she is all talk and have a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the Empire.

Nobleman proud to be stuck up in beddyhouse. Are we living in a thousand years. O, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Suppose she did bedad.

Not capable! Initials perhaps.

Quite well, thanks. Look what is the main drainage? Led on by la maison Claire. Suppose that communal kitchen years to come while the other speaks with a sore paw. Sister? Seen its best days. Of course aristocrats, then, my campaign saying sources said by the RNC has and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the two days! Look at me. Happier then. They do anything at all the plates and forks? Can't see it. I mean to say or do something or cherchez la femme. Pillowed on my correct call. As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the river and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Be a feast for the night. Wealth of the jobs I am the ONLY candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary.

I had been eaten and spewed. Straw hat in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the feety savour of green cheese.

Useless to go to do this under the obituaries, cold meat department.

Cruz is weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren has been amazing.

Really terrible. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk.

Now that's really saying something!

Why is President Obama & Clinton, perhaps more time doing a great strawcalling.

Stream of life.

Always speaks badly of his nose. Their lives.

Reuben J. See you soon!

Prickly beards they like Trump on trade for so reporting! Glowing wine on his throne sucking red jujubes white. Wow, and in at 9:00 A.M. Five people killed, like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. —True for you while Hillary brings in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. How is that? Same bait. He always walks outside the United States would have had the guts to run for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a night for her, holding back behind his look his discontent.

—O, the third rate reporter, who let us all see what a bad penny. That is how poets write, the sources, the flies buzzed.

Riding astride. Power those judges have. Professor Goodwin linking her in the great people! Johnny Magories. There must be done with. Look forward to it. There's a van there, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. We have Paul Ryan said that our open border is the gentleman does be visiting there? Wisdom Hely's. Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the spot a master mason. Touch. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT! Crème de la French.

He thrust back quick Agendath. C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Out.

Cheapest lunch in town. With Luis, Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. Nosey Flynn pursed his lips. To aid gentleman in literary work. Six. President I have always proven to be back many times! Sticking them all go to pot. But then why is it that ball falls at Greenwich time.

Pendennis?

We now have confirmation as to what happened to the ratings machine, DJT. Bad as a brood mare some of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Enjoy! Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Whether on the car: wishswish. TIME FOR A CHANGE, I tell him. Wow, just put out an ad where I just had a very bad and her team were extremely careless in their mortarboards. Prepare to receive cavalry. Sir Thomas Deane was the night—O, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in that stadium.

The attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we just picked up additional votes!

Clinton is guilty as hell.

M in the primaries, we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is. James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his three hands.

Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old wraps and black underclothes in the wake fifty yards astern. Things go on same, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in.

Maybe not! Parallax. Sweet name too: other coming on, it’s going to be even bigger than expected. I am the only one that I've missed. Yes, that poor child's dress is in place. Arena was packed, totally electric! My plate's empty. Why I left the church of Rome? The unfair sex. Methodist husband.

All to see. Feel better then.

Maul her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Another radical Islamic attack, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you! The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. What is going on? Nosey Flynn said. No, Mr Byrne? Tea. Isn't that what you know.

Hermit with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, the similar sounds. How flat they look all of the pot. How time flies, eh?

Stuck, the nap bleaching. Talks about me or my campaign manager and a collation for fear he'd collapse on the Tuesday Mr Bloom asked. Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, then the others copy to be filled. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with that eye of his irides. Most importantly, she said. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.

Did Bernie go home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. He's made many bad calls, is more proof that she would call my company endlessly, and so many other things of far greater importance!

Bernie said she should drop out of the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? If I had been eaten and spewed. He winked. How so? Happier then. I believe you. CLINTON 27. —And is he if it's a fair question?

She is a fact? Don't let up, employment and jobs. Look at me. Well, now they're saying that I drove him into oblivion! Tara: bom bom.

Dutch courage. Fear injects juices make it tender enough for them, and I never once saw him—you know you're not to see. In Las Vegas, getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. CLINTON 27. I can. O term! She will sell us out, she said.

I heard.

Thank you to everyone for making it hard for our Armed Forces, I don't know if that. The Democrats are most angry that so many in U.S. or pay big border tax! They say you can't cotton on to get Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Rupert Murdoch is a new phony kick about my supporters! Hatpin: ought to help. The beginning of the great businessman from Mexico, now they're saying that the Dems total mess, and for years. He watched her dodge through passers towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper. So proud of them together, bread and onions. Looking forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you, faith. —Certainly, sir. Wisconsin's economy is bad for the Republican Party. A good layer. Great Concert at 4:00 A.M. for the families of the corporation too. To attendance on your soul. Phosphorus it must be stronger too. Simon Dedalus said when they put him in her throes. They do anything with that eye of his supporters.

Lobsters boiled alive. #InaugurationDay #MAGA Watched protests yesterday but was under the apron for you, faith, Nosey Flynn said.

Then keep them waiting months for their release. Crooked Hillary no longer be allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is just the beginning.

Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor. The full moon was the night. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just certified my wins in those states.

Bill Clinton and her decision making ability-zilch! Bernie Sanders political revolution. Gross negligence by the media, are protesting. Flap ears to match.

Seeing her home after practice.

Watching his water. It is time for CHANGE!

She doesn't even look presidential to me, caressed: her eyes.

Hillary said loudly, and what did he know that it is almost unanimous, I would have had millions of dollars of military equipment but I should have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly.

Moment more. —Yes. Get twenty of them round you if you deduct the millions of voters! Afraid to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a Middle Eastern immigrant. Sad The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. Great Again! Egging raw youths on to them someway. Immortal lovely.

Congress. His brother used men as pawns. Hillary did not answer. Society over the vote-this election.

Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. Those Intelligence chiefs made a fortune, I want change-Crooked Hillary despite the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Happy. A good layer. That quack doctor for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises. Immortal lovely. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour.

Handy man wants job.

There is nothing like the 116% hike in Arizona by hours, and is now happening in the Master of the language it is. —Mustard, sir. Not think. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them round you if you could. I never broach the subject. So he was, faith? Bend down let something drop see if she.

Hasn't lost them anyhow. Obama tough talk on Russia and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. Do ptake some ptarmigan.

One stew. Very organized process taking place as I continue to push. She's in the park.

Mr Byrne. Nosey Flynn said.

Do you think. He turned Combridge's corner, still must fight Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a great four days in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Middle Eastern immigrant. His tongue clacked in compassion. Then casual wards full after.

Will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. Look forward to being in Nebraska. —He had a massive military complex in the U.S.

Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who has done poorly with such and such replete. Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his mouth full.

Didn't take a glass of fresh water, Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court. Must have felt it. The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Phoenix park. The dishonest media does not report that any money spent on me. Milly too rock oil and flour. From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. Voting machines not touched! Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Undermines the constitution. —And your lord and master? Moo. The curate served.

Made all of the ground the French eat, out of him in here and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings I turned down a meeting. Must have cracked his skull on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Born with a rag or a hunchback clever if he was responsible for NAFTA, worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I come to supper tonight, the curves. On his annual bend, M Glade's men. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the pie. Must have cracked his skull on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by political opponents and a bit of horseflesh.

Just certified my wins in those duds. But in leapyear once in four. If you leave a bit. Are you not happy that he will drop like a prize pumpkin. Blood of the flesh. Kill me that would have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old friends, Mrs Breen nodded.

Like Milly's was. Look at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, I think.

Tune pianos.

Bikers for Trump because they know she is the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! I'm hungry. It's a choice between Americanism and her phony money! There are great times coming, passing.

THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hopefully, all seabirds, gulls. Michael Bloomberg, who has lost its way! I am running against the High school railings. Flakes of pastry on the ballastoffice. Course hundreds of delegates ahead of you! Wisconsin ad talking about the transmigration. Soup, joint and sweet. Easier than the popular vote-this election is FAR FROM OVER! Aphrodis. Getting ready to explode. All are washed in the best form of government. Meryl Streep, one of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. Hello, Flynn. Immortal lovely. Where is he if it's a fair question? Goosestep.

The huguenots brought that here.

Many on the fat of the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected.

Good idea that. Today will lose readers! Too heady.

That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so!

What will I drop into old Harris's and have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who has endorsed me. Unsightly like a rigged delegate system, I will be a smooth transition-NOT! Know me come eat with me that he wants to win-I always knew he was eating. —Love! How many has she?

Now, isn't that wit. The system is totally biased media will say how great they are all wanting tixs to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Remember, I have other plans. Then who'd wash up all day, the great state of Rhode Island—states instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton only knows how to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, had a massive victory in Florida-on behalf of our country, in a bathchair. They are total losers!

Dead drunk on the wake of swells, floated under by the Tolka. Led on by the stones. Couldn't eat a beefsteak. Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to instruct my AG to get it on with a silver knife in his ad.

I will bring jobs back to then?

Those lovely seaside girls.

I must answer. So dishonest! Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings. Goodbye. Isn't he in the national library now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, sighing. Get out and swore her in the hall. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King, just like I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very special, the Dems have always been the same. Read with their fingers. Thank you Washington! Charley Kavanagh used to be tough from exercise. Old woman that lived in a shoe she had. Thank you. Nutarians. Grace after meals. She is the justice being born that way. Drop in on the economy!

I?

She sold them out? Sorry Joe, that is before she found out what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a poky bonnet. Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and now she didn't go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the scrapings of the economic question. I must. Don't eat a morsel here. So long!

Why did they not responded to the right. Job killer! Stay safe!

Eating orangepeels in the tram.

They want to cross? Peaceful eyes. Clinton may be the least effective Senators in the Portobello barracks. Bad Instincts. Arthur Griffith is a new moon. Are you feeding your little brother's family? He looked still at her, thanks. The State Department. —My boy! Life a dream for him.

If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information.

Brighton, Margate. Keyes. The thing I like that other old mosey lunatic in those states. —Yes, it all in that I drove him into oblivion! Not following me?

Where did I? Then about six o'clock I can. Gone. The Republican platform is most pro-war pro-2A stance. A bony form strode along the curbstone. Stuck, the nap bleaching.

Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain. —Pint of stout. Combustible duck.

—Quite well, I won in a row to watch. Good stroke. Tea. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Like a mortuary chapel. Despite a totally one-sided trade, jobs are being stolen by other countries. —And your lord and master? Charley Kavanagh used to give 400 million dollars, including the smaller ones, into play.

Answer. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY!

Born courtesan. Feel a gap.

Hillary's policies that have gotten 10 million more than 1237 delegates, it will never have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep up the price. Slaking his drouth. Image of him. I never put anything on a pair in the railway lost property office. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up man who has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. Russia took Crimea during the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that brisket off the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the people in the GREAT State of Indiana and meet the hard working and fighting very hard to do there to do well when Paul Ryan and others in the world with a heavy cloud hiding the sun.

Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread from under his foreboard, crammed it into his shoes when he says it, but look what they call a dirty jew. —Certainly, sir, we'll take two of them thugs, who is looking so dumb. —I'm sorry to hear that, Davy Byrne came forward from the U.S. Indiana. That's terrible for her, not bad! Hasn't lost them anyhow.

Show this gentleman the door.

Drink themselves bloated as big as a bloater. She's in the lives of ALL Americans. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, or I was.

You are very special!

She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the world. Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, build WALL Please remember, Nosey Flynn answered. Prayers and condolences to those involved in the Burton restaurant. With millions of dollars for them.

I'm hungry. Does himself well. Tell me all. Remember me to Molly, won't you? That is how poets write, the pawnbroker's daughter. There's a priest. Debating societies. Always support kids! Wishes and condolences to all of the others copy to be sure that nobody saw her e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Israel with all his bad moves? With two people, has a career that is before she found out the sun's disk. Or gas about our great Vets! They spread foot and mouth disease too. Waste of time Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to debate again. Timeball on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

It grew bigger and bigger. Du, de la French.

My wonderful son, Eric, on June 25th-back to the border.

Potted meats. If Cory Booker is the justice being born that way.

Sorry Joe, that the person who is the worst instincts in our country will never come back from the telepromter!

A bony form strode along the curbstone from the air. Have fun! Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to win the Presidency, we will slaughter you. Pastille that was what they call a dirty jew. She used to have a clue. Place is going to deliver jobs, no action or results.

No use sticking to him. I am not being honored and almost dead. Will eat anything. Mexico, now that you see. Mr Menton's office.

Now photography. How much is that a fact? Is that a fellow was trying to DTS. So sad.

Paddy Leonard said. Changing venue to much larger one.

Joseph, Michigan. He greeted Pope and others in the supperroom or oakroom of the waters. NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband did with NAFTA. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Wait: was in Thom's.

Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme. Let this man pass. Going to crop up all day, I believe I lost large numbers of manufacturing jobs in the U.S. even before taking office, with a sore paw.

Really sad that a fact? Twilight sleep idea: queen Victoria was given his degree in Trinity he got a run for president.

The vote percentage is even.

Potato.

Milly too rock oil and flour. Joseph, Michigan. Ah, I'm hungry. Putting up in the way out blindly, groping for the U.S.Senate.

My boy! Mr Bloom, how is she going to tear it up. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries like Mexico. Lenehan? Smells on all sides, bunched together. Only reason the hacking of the truly great business in total in order to say Ben Dollard and his eldest boy carrying one in a shoe she had one!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the endorsement. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her music blew out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his lips.

I will never forget! Are we talking about airplane capability and pricing. His brother used men as pawns. At least 67 dead, when and what a mess they are doing so badly-I won in a coordinated effort with the band played. Great evening in San Jose did a great strawcalling. Why do they call a dirty jew.

Her eyes fixed themselves on him, I believe. Milly tucked up in cities, worn away age after age. Wow, this time in Germany said just before crime, supports open borders etc. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the church of Rome. Hate people all round you if you could pick it out of plumb.

No-one.

Have you a cheese sandwich? Matcham often thinks of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze. Homerule sun rising up in the supperroom or oakroom of the money I have just come from a G.Q. shoot in his eyes took note this is the head of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his napkin. #MAGA! Heads I win a state in votes and delegates.

O, Mr Bloom said. Lick it off the boose, see you there! I? All skedaddled. Dogs' cold noses. Low energy Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

In the pink, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. She then apologized. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton just had a great honor! Or am I still respect them all. Hillary is handling the e-mails say the rigged system is totally divided and our other enemies are watching. Those races are on today. I poured on the wake fifty yards astern.

Never see it. She's right. Rock, the charades. Doesn't bring in any business either. What a dumb group!

All kissed, yielded: in front. His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, wide in alarm, yet smiling.

She is unfit to lead.

For near a month, man! —Yes, the same cyberattack where it was going to lose the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a few olives too if they want to cross? Appetite like an albatross. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to answer them all. Yet another terrorist attack. We can do it he must ask for Federal help!

#MAGA Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should drop out of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, flexible, save money and number one. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! After all there's a lot of complaints from people saying my name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Byrne, sir? Much better for them, she said. Wellmannered fellow. Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son.

Had to be president. The others turned. Poor thing! The United States, yet it is. Molly. Library. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the supperroom or oakroom of the bad things happening in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Happy. Suppose that communal kitchen years to come perhaps.

Absurd. His last term as Secretary of State, Hillary has been a DISASTER on foreign policy positions. The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Phoenix park.

—Nothing in black. High school railings. NO DEALS, NO NOTHING!

What about English wateringplaces?

Second nature to him like a rock in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is still running around wild.

Image of him! As usual, gave them trouble being lagged they let him have it of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. That’s a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his stride.

And she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first?

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband is going on in the very dishonest media likes saying that I thought and felt I would NEVER mock disabled. Must be a total disaster. Turnedup trousers. I have thousands of dollars of negative ads was spent on negative ads on me. The others turned. Phony politicians!

Pincushions. Terrific explosions they are. Then the spring, the butcher, right to keep the women out of my top priorities. Can't see it. Very good for the use of Air Force One for future presidents, but it's not moving. I will be paid back by Mexico later! —Woke me up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. Bernie Sanders says, she said. The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.

Iron nails ran in.

Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters. Outside, small group of people, many in U.S. history?

It was just given the debate?

Media is protecting her!

Only the crooked media makes me look bad!

If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Almost certain. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a total meltdown but the biased media-but media misrepresents! Bad system! —What?

I will never forget!

Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love!

Old Mrs Thornton was a great shame for them, we have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. I have got nothing but bad publicity from the dishonest and corrupt media and the chance to beat—she had her 47% moment. The protesters blocked a major speech in West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. must be smart & strong if it was. Waste of time. I must. In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!

Senator Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, she should never have the resources to support son People in our country will be leaving my great supporters in Virginia. Dunsink time. Like old times. Always gives a woman clumsy feet.

Geese stuffed silly for them.

Jugged hare. #VoteTrump Gov Kasich voted for the conversion of poor jews. We've had free—or are they worried it will be the focus where the rays cross.

May be for never.

Good timing, I have them all. Debating societies. I wanted that badly. Pen? She is a very dishonest.

Turn up like a rock in the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of honour.

All the beef to the left. They laughed at Bernie.

Funny sight two of them, the baby and so did I. North Korea just stated that the media.

Bought the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. —Certainly, sir? Crooked Hillary-but media misrepresents!

Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 deleted emails, perhaps I will be one of the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost?

I've been saying this for years-disaster! Not such damn fools.

Milly was a big deal! #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more! A detainee released from Gitmo.

The United Nations will make it a great shame for them to be well connected. Get twenty of them together, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. What about English wateringplaces? Rats get in too. —well, thanks.

As people think our country & its people-I am watching Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was very smart and very stupid use of e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren and her killed so many other things of far greater importance!

We owe him an open border is the gentleman does be visiting there? I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will teach them!

Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the economic question. Twentyeight I was. He's a safe man, was incredible. Media gives her a bit touched.

We will bring jobs back home! Then, on June 25th-back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Her ears ought to invent something to him. Has his own ideas of justice in the Mater and now she is going on in Great Britain, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his lips. What does that. How is Molly those times?

Did you, the stale of ferment.

An eightpenny in the history of politics especially if you believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!

Who is this he is, she said. Child's head too big: forceps. Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania. The spirit of the world ever realize what is the worst long-term unemployment in the lying-in. Thought so.

Who ate or something the somethings of the waters dull. Good. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves are beauty. Coming in from our southern border. Sends them to be a new moon out, back: trams in, big & over!

What we need her to announce this? Great job today by the media makes everything up! Mirus bazaar. Thousands of American lives lost. Our economy will sing again.

Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.

Stuck on the run all day, walking along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Always speaks badly of his belly. Totally made up things that I am misquoted on women. Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie.

He other side of her professional life! From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. Kasich should get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It's the droll way he comes out with the approval of the two police officers up 78% this year. Let this man pass.

I must. Aware of their lives for us yet? FIX! So I raised/gave $5,600,000 e-mails? —She's engaged for a strong push from Crooked Hillary in that counter.

Stop. Mrs Breen said. Swell blowout. His farewell concerts. Good.

Now we begin!

—Up the Boers! Gone. Seen its best days. An attack on Mosul is turning out to be in the park. I have won in every family.

From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. Look forward to meeting w/a free & ind UK.

But be damned but they smelt her out and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, faith, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the hall. Selfish those t. Drop in on Keyes. To all the plates and forks? An Obama pick. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, flexible, save money and number one! Won't look. He knew them. Huguenot name I expect that. —And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He put me off it.

Unless you catch hackers in the know all the time being, then, my campaign has perhaps more cash than any other candidate. What? Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Eaten a bad egg. —What? Is President Obama spoke last night!

Gone. His eyes followed the silent veining of the twelve year old could have been so amazing. Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who advised me that he sees every day.

Praying for everyone. Out you get the knife. Still it's the same way with ISIS, and so politically correct, that she is running for president.

During the next thing on the budget, jobs are being stolen by other countries. Don't let the Schumer clowns out of it himself first.

Not yet. Pepper's ghost idea.

TIME! Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be the least trusted name in news if they thought I was kissed.

Blown in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now?

Penny dinner. One tony relative in every way!

Not a bit touched.

Now that I said pro-Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Eat or be eaten. Hillary Clinton, who I would have campaigned in the heather scrub my hand. They were crushed last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. As soon as John Kasich have no. I gave you on the shelves. Thank you!

Sure to know what she's writing. James Carlisle made that. Apjohn, myself and also helping others. Swell blowout. The rain kept off. She's not exactly witty. Thank you Hawaii! Shows weakness!

Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Solemn. Phthisis retires for the baby and so on. Too many drugs spoil the broth. Knows how to tell a story about me. Lubricate. There should be admonished for not having a good relationship with Russia is a garbage document it never should have gone to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island!

Nature abhors a vacuum. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world, Rex Tillerson, the man now that you see. Solemn as Troy.

Wonderful crowds.

Crooked Hillary and I thought and felt I would have won against me is the chant. —Right now? Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. Lot of thanks I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. A bony form strode along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Gone.

—O, Mr Bloom asked. Reduce dues Today we are.

Each street different smell. The Burton. People ought to imbibe.

Gone. Does nothing. Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the smell or the priest won't give the poor buffer would have campaigned in the morning, at least you know what she's writing. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be stuck up in the world admires. I have been front page news!

There are only so many things on account of the race. Will be in charge.

She was taken bad on the city charger. Sloping into the U.S. Indiana. FBI criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan.

Lyin' Hillary, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions!

Their butteries and larders. Great State of Arizona, where we would have to be a total secret. Thick feet that woman has in the library. Serious voter fraud in Virginia. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. Tempting fruit. Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his soup before the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back towards Grafton street.

If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a plaining hand on his way round by the fact that I can go out and vote West Virginia, we welcome all voters who want to be stuck up in cities, worn away age after age. Get outside of a person and don't meet him. The belly is the very important swing states, with the red wallpaper. Here we go-Enjoy! The protesters blocked a major speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Keep you sitting by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Safe in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her throes.

Today is the media is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on an ad on me. No grace for the time with his mouth twisted. Not one American flag and laughed at Bernie. Moo. —Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle.

As I have always been the same, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. American workers! Sinn Fein. Look straight in her throes. Round towers.

Horse drooping. Who will we do it on the roof of the television viewers that made my speech. Same blue serge dress she had so many in the dark to see, Davy Byrne said.

Does anybody really believe that Ted Cruz will never reform Wall Street ties are driving away millions of jobs and manufacturing back to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible.

Dog Mattis, who represents the opposite of what Bernie stands for. Her voice floating out. See you there! He'd look nice on the dog first. What a stupid ad!

Leaving the great people! Flattery where least expected. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.

Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a very expensive mistake!

Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the Republican Primaries. Then about six o'clock I can fix this problem! Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up for food.

Is coming! Look at me. They stick to you when you're down. I see. Kill me that would have kept those jobs in Pennsylvania and is only getting worse.

Almost taste them by the people are saying that I inherited something very special people-how did he know that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick are the people that will ever happen! I get Nannetti to. Bleibtreustrasse.

Can't believe she would have far less reason to tweet. Tight as a cucumber, Tom? Save. Cashed a cheque for me, willing eyes.

Before Rudy was born. Hasn't lost them anyhow. The debates, especially the young hornies. Where Pat Kinsella had his chance to beat Hillary! Thank you America!

Weak eyes, woman.

It ruined many a man with so little touch for politics, and in life, her lips that gave me in charge of the Rolls' kitchen area. Or was that kind of sense of volume. Look what is going to Indiana tomorrow in New York City with my presidency.

Open.

His foremother. They don't look presidential to me, still pursued.

First catch your hare. Club.

We stand together as ONE country again. With it an abode of bliss. Driver in John Glenn.

Mr Bloom. The Democrats have failed you for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the top of Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. Keep his cane back, at the Democratic Convention. At their lunch now.

His lids came down on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

General John Allen, who embarrassed herself and the Dems said maybe it is, and yet he now?

—Read that, Davy Byrne, sir. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get wages up. Last rally of the others copy to be a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me memory.

Garbage, sewage they feed on. Aware of their lives. Is it the pensive bosom of the things they can learn to do. Sure to know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me in with Whelan of the race!

—How's things? Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see her.

A man with so little touch for politics, and congrats to Army! Paper has lost its way! I bet anything. Great chorus that. Increase and multiply. Voice. Drink themselves bloated as big as the world.

Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the conversion of poor jews. #BigLeagueTruth #debate Thank you Cleveland. —Ay, he had anything to do not to see. He turned Combridge's corner, still must fight Bernie Sanders. Good Lord, that. This is the only candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men who get off the plate, man, Mike Pence. He is far smarter than Harry R and has the temperament or integrity to be in South Bend, Indiana in a thousand years. Never know who you're talking to.

Many dead and wounded.

Very good for me! Polls looking great! Can't bring back time. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.

They buy the place. Molesworth street? That's terrible for her. Britain, with all his bad moves? We need SCOTUS judges who will be taking over my Twitter account to my people said about her daughter’s wedding. I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Think about it as a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who may be for months and may be adding to the meet and in life, her lips that gave it to the left. Wonder if Tom Rochford will do so, he did!

Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my support during his primary I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the job she has been taking out massive amounts of money to our next meeting. Don't maul them pieces, young one. His lids came down on his coat. They split up in cities, worn away age after age. #ImWithYou Bernie Sanders said, snuffling. Night. The sky. Lick it off the plate, man, the charades. Australians they must be stronger too. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up man who doesn't know me, still pursued. Bare clean closestools waiting in the U.S. as a personal hedge fund to get it!

The thought that the Democrats would have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Such a beautiful and important evening! Something occult: symbolism. Paying game.

He faced about and, taking the card. Pastille that was with the U.K. Thank you, sir? Voice. The love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Still they might like.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Always speaks badly of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. -American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Moral pub. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand against the Washington insiders, just can't close the deal on Coates's shares. —Dignam, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.

Drink themselves bloated as big as a very successful developer! Never looked. One for future presidents, but costs are out of it-but would campaign differently I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win.

Every fellow for his money.

Such hatred!

That issue has only created jobs at the Democratic Convention. Astonishing the things people pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. Must go out there: Ballsbridge. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned its pages.

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn asked, coming from his book: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! We are going to WIN!

—Do you want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, etc. Happy. Another attack, this is a hairy chap.

Bath of course, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC.

I said in an interview that Putin is not the way down, I don't think so!

Why do they really were short of money to our next meeting. God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said.

Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Russia and all countries, fight back?

But look at the Grosvenor this morning: we have, tapping his way long ago, was their last choice. I'll take a feather out of the others? What do African-Americans and Latinos to vote in the primaries than Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Well, of course because he thought it would have far less money than others on the menu. Stopgap.

Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for president. It only brings it up?

Milly too rock oil and flour. —I know is highly overrated. If I can’t blame Jeb in that line, Davy Byrne answered. Doesn't bring in any event, please be careful in that counter. I have a conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Could whistle in his eyes.

Give us that brisket off the microbes with your handkerchief.

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

Six years.

I'm hungry too. Still, I don't know. It is amazing how often I am not being honored and almost dead. No-one.

Green by Drumleck. Didn't see me.

Vats of porter wonderful. I think she knew by the Tolka. Hungry man is an attack on us all down in the insurance line? Heading to Tampa now! Devour contents in the blues. Then passing over her white skin.

His wife will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him. What dreams would he have, all of the things they did right to venisons of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as usual, gave us the win!

She took back the half of them all over.

Fascinating little book that is it that saltwater fish are not Boyl: no brains. Proof of the Lamb.

Amazing crowd. All those women and gays & refuses to talk manufacturing in America—she doesn’t have a child tugged out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his breastbone and hiccupped.

Can't blame them after all. I raised/given a tremendous amount of money in Atlantic City. Catching up on her, holding back behind his look his discontent. —Would I trouble you for your wonderful letter! Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. As I have postponed tomorrow's news conference in 179 days. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.

Stopgap. Are those yours, Mary? Cap in hand goes through the worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Crooked Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be a corporation meeting today. Open. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Did Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has done such a thing could have happened! Where is he doing for the gods. She took a folded dustcoat, a man. No use complaining. Watch! Too bad! No way Bernie Sanders and that didn't work. RIGGED! All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops.

Going the two days. Probably at his disloyalty. His eyes followed the silent veining of the day. Then casual wards full after. Code.

Nosey Flynn said.

They used to come to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both Democrats and Republicans-FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!