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#id drag him around with me like one of those purse dogs
littleplantfreak · 2 months
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sorry but… best friend Ume coming with you when you're running errands. He's free, he knows you appreciate the company, he enjoys your company - whatever little shred he can get. And he treats you to something yummy once you're done 'cause you DID WELL, he's proud. And you argue that you should be treating him since he went out of his way to keep you company when he didn't have to
And does his heart beat a little (a LOT) faster when you look at him? well……
I can't with this brainrot 😫
If he buys me food I’ll cry Em I love food and being fed Ill have to feed him but my hands’ll be numb because that’s what happens when im nervous 🫣
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darthmaulification · 3 years
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(Idk why I thought this but I think it’s funny) Imagine din and reader going back to visit Karga for a job and reader is a apparent heart throb to most of the villagers (not that she knows) and like “hi mrs. Parker” Friday style, these women are see them walking by going “hi Reader~” with cara teasing of reader the whole time having to tell the ladies that reader is already taken with din.
A/N: you are my very first  request, so i decided to do a full, bonifide one shot! thank you so very much!! 🥰💕💕
oddly enough, din doesn’t show his bucket in this until the very end. 💀 it became really cara-centric for some reason. hope that’s okay! 😖
also, the trope of “everyone collectively loves person, but person is so utterly oblivious to it” is, without fail, one of the funniest bits any piece of media can pull lmao.
hope you enjoy! 💗
content: references of sex (kinda), saucy language, gender neutral!reader (my first time writing a gn reader 😲), reader being completely “no thoughts head empty” type of oblivious, cara just brutally teasing reader, soft!din makes an appearance!, cara is also kinda a bisexual icon???
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“... What do you mean?” 
Cara looks at you strange. She searches your face for a few seconds longer, eyebrows furrowed, trying to see if you’re serious. 
“Are you fucking with me?” She deadpans evenly, and you tilt your head slightly, blinking. You slowly shake your head, raising an eyebrow.
“No...?” You drag out the word and Cara barks a sudden, loud laugh at your genuine confusion, tossing back her head as she does. She straightens up in her seat, still chuckling lightly, and picks up her glass of spotchka. Cara leans against the backrest, draping her free arm over it.
“You’re really not fucking with me, huh?” She mutters with a grin, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a low, long sip, her eyes not leaving yours. You frown, puzzled.
“Cara, I have no ide—"
“Everyone wants to fuck you.” Cara interrupts and it takes a moment for the blunt, vulgar words to register, but when they do you feel heat rise in your cheeks. You visibly recoil, sputtering out an answer.
“I— What are— There's no—” All Cara does as you fumble over your words, getting more and more red in the face, is shrug, an easy grin on her face.
“Yeah, everyone wants to get in your pants, can’t say I blame ‘em.” Her grin turns downright predatory and it gives you the final push to spit out a reply.
“WHAT?” The word comes out incredulous and far louder that you had meant, causing you to cringe at the sound of your voice reverberating in the cantina. People glance over at you and you give the crowd a sheepish, nervous smile. Thankfully, everyone turns back to whatever they were doing, no questions asked. Then your head whips back to Cara, whose all smug-looking, to shoot her a glare. Your face is positively burning, and you just know she can see it.
“Are you fucking with me?” You throw her own question back at her, but it falls flat because all it does is grow the shit-eating grin that’s plastered on Cara’s face. She shrugs, gesturing around lazily to the room at large.
“Jax, the Rodian over there, gives you puppy dog eyes, Kol and Zaltor— the Trandoshans, not the Togrutas, by the way— look at your ass every time they get, that pink Twi’lek gal over there practically fawns over you— think her names’ Numa or Nima or something, the Duros over there...”
Cara continues listing off more and more names, and with each one (some who you know and have spoken to) you feel yourself getting more and more flustered. You sink low in your chair, staring wide eyed into your spotchka, hands on your temples.
“Good Maker.” You groan, placing your hands over your face and slumping onto the table. Cara (finally) stops listing literally the entire population of the village and gazes at you quizzically. She tilts her head.
“Don’t like being the sex idol of the town?” She teases and you groan again, louder this time. You glare up at her through your fingers, still furiously blushing. Oh, how you wish Din was here to beat the snot out of Miss Dune...
“No. This is a nightmare.” You growl out, going back to digging your face into the table, hoping the sandstone would just swallow you whole. Before Cara can reply, a new voice sounds up.
“U-Um, hi.” You stiffen and turn your head to the side to see two Twi’leks, one taller than the other, standing next to the table. They seem a bit nervous, fidgeting with their lekku and rocking on their feet, but something tells you they’re here for... something. The moment you meet Cara’s gaze, your face blanches.
“Kill me now.”
“Hey, pretty ladies.”
You groan and Cara flirts at the exact same time, Cara’s strong voice unfortunately gaining the upper hand. Both Twi’lek giggle, and the taller of the two, the lavender skinned one, flutters her eyelashes. Even more unfortunately, you make eye contact with her. She flushes when you meet her gaze.
“O-Oh my— Stars, um hi!” She and her companion devolve into giggles again and you force yourself to sit up. Giving them a forced smile, you rest your hands under your chin and elbows on the table.
“Hello. What can I do for you?” You ask through gritted teeth, attempting to keep your strained voice relatively nice, while also fighting back both the blush that’s still on your cheeks and the urge to shoot Cara with your blaster. Thankfully, the Twi’leks have gotten over the apparent “meeting their idol” giggles, because now the shorter one places a dusty tan hand on the table and leans in. A bright, stunning smile spreads across her face, but something flirty burns in her eyes.
“Mm. Me and my sister here have just been seeing you around so often.” She says, voice a obviously practiced mix of playfully coy and feigning ignorance. You glance from her, to her lavender sister, then to Cara. And your luck must really be in the gutters, or maybe Cara just wants to torture you—or both— but the mercenary only offers you a grin, lifts her spotchka to her lips, and sips. Your hands curl into fists.
“Yeah, I—” 
“You’re talking to Mando’s squeeze, babes.” Cara interrupts yet again and all three sets of eyes land on her. Two of them moon-eyed and incredulous if not also disappointed, one of them so embarrassed that Carasynthia Dune, you are a dead woman—
“Really?” The lavender Twi'lek’s eyes are so blown wide you almost think they’d roll out of her head. Her sister looks just as awestruck, and both look a tad bit fearful. You go to speak, but Cara (you’re really starting to hate her) opens her mouth again and beats you to the cut.
“Mm hm. Y’all are hitting on the Mando’s sweetheart. Pretty bold, honestly, he’s real protective over this one.” The blush you put all your hard work into smothering returns full force at Cara’s words, and the Twi’leks start looking a bit flustered themselves, though for another reason.
“So sorry!” The lavender one breaks first and goes running off to a Rodian and Zabrak sitting at a far table. She leans in close, seeming to whisper something into their ears, and suddenly all three of them are looking at you with a strange mix of disappointment, lust, and fear. You hastily look away and hide your face behind your hand.
“Aw. Shame.” The tan Twi’lek purses her lips, pushing herself off the table, and you begrudgingly force yourself to look at her. She gives you that stunning smile again and winks.
“You know I’m here for you.” She says and sashays off to where her sister is. Across the room, she gives you another wink and flutters her fingers. Pretty sure that all your bloods’ in your face, you turn to Cara, slowly.
“Cara.” You say her name lowly, looking her dead in the eye. She’s grinning, and blows a lock of her hair out of her face. She feigns an unassuming, innocent look, but both you and her know better.
“Yeah?” She’s walking on thin ice and she knows it, but you also know she’s never been afraid of risk.
“I’m going to kill you.” You say, coming across as deadly serious as you possibly can. Cara’s grin widens, her eyes twinkling, and she downs the last of her spotchka.
“I know,” She starts and she shrugs, “But you know I couldn’t resist.”
You want to reach over and smack her a good one, but a voice alerts you to a certain someone at your side.
“Hey.” Din’s low, modulated voice gentle pulls your attention to him and you turn your head to look up at your silver-clad lover. Even with the dark T-visor, you know exactly where to look to find those soft, doe eyes beneath it. A small smile creeps across your face.
“Hey.” You reply and he offers a hand to you, which you gladly accept. Like always, his hand is large and warm and strong, and it makes you feel completely at peace. Din helps you up to your feet, settling you close, but not too close, to his side. 
“I got the next few pucks, and the kid’s already in the Crest, so we’re ready to head out...” Din trails off and tilts his head, and you can feel his curious gaze roam your face. 
“Your face is... pretty flushed. Are you feeling okay?” He asks it so gently and sweetly, his gloved hand still holding yours, that it’s almost enough to make you forget why your all disheveled in the first place. Letting out a forced, somewhat breathy laugh, you pull your hand away to cross your arms over your chest.
“Um, yeah, yeah— I’m good.” You assure him, but Din knows you so he turns his attention on Cara, whose sprawl in her seat, looking like a satisfied loth cat.
“What did you do?” He asks, keeping his voice neutral, but there’s a hint of that good ol’ Din Protectiveness seeping in too. Part of you celebrates that Din’s finally here to beat up Cara, but all the other parts of you just want to hop on back the Razor Crest and get the Hell out of here. Cara lazily raises her hands in mock surrender, tilting her head into her shoulder.
“Just playing, that’s all.” She replies, eying your spotchka from across the table. She and Din are in some type of staring match even as she reaches and snags your drink. You don’t care enough to protest. Din stares at Cara for a few seconds longer before he shifts on his feet and turns back to you.
“Ready to go, cyare?” His voice is like warm like sunshine, and it makes your entire being light up. You nod and smile, uncrossing your arms to grab his hand. His thick fingers close around yours, encasing your hand in his.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You reply as you both start walking, tethered to one another by the most sacred link you can while in public. Din and you walk side by side, a Mandalorian and his beloved, through the cantina and out the door.
Cara watches you leave, then looks around at all the inhabitants of the cantina who had also watched you and the Mando leave hand-in-hand. She nearly laughs at all the looks of disappointment. You really were the village heart throb.
And as Cara downs the last of her (your) spotchka, she ponders,
Dammit. Wish it was me instead of Mando.
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jafndaegur · 4 years
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Sesskag Week 2020 | Day 1: Crime
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a/n: If you accuse me of writing a wannabe BNA au, then I mean...youre not wrong but way to call me out lol
Kagome took a deep breath when she woke up. The unfamiliar room and the unfamiliar sounds of a city that wasn't her own caused her to pause and bite her lip. Sitting up was a disorienting affair. It felt as though the air hammered against her from every side, and it took every second of her waking to try and just focus on herself and the action of sitting up in bed.
"You're focusing too hard on the wrong things," the low voice from the other side of her door huffed, slightly muffled. "Just breathe. Let everything flow around you."
She growled and grit out, "I'm not in the mood."
There was no reply and she welcomed the silence.
That man on the other side of the door infuriated her. If she could even call him a man for that matter. That male. She groaned and rested her forehead against her palms, wishing she was anywhere else but here.
Still...she wondered how solid his advice was, he who annoyed her. Taking a few stabilizing breaths, she focused on the sounds and shifted pass the sensations—like strokes through water. Gradually and painstakingly slow, the overstimulation eased away. The bombardment that had assaulted her mind, all those irritants that she couldn't quite name, finally petered off. Taking a breath of relief, she slid her legs off the bed and dressed for the day.
Opening her door, the back side of he-who-annoyed-her faced her from across the room. His head was bent down and yet his posture was impeccable as always. The shorts strands of his hair tampered back along the base of his head, stopping just above the nape of his neck—pointed ears displayed quite clearly. The rest of him was hidden away behind an ever-pristine white coat, a red t-shirt, and jeans. He looked so clean cut, Kagome was almost grateful he wasn't wearing a stereotypical PI outfit of trench coat and suit.
"You are in less distress." His tone never wavered and it never reached anything other than a disinterested monotone. 
"Thanks for the advice," she muttered.
"Hn." He shut the book he'd been occupying and returned it to the shelf in front of him. "You'll find no shortage of youki, jaki, and miasma in this city. For as long as you stay here, a natural ability to ignore it is apparently imperative for your daily functions."
Kagome bit her lip and nodded, despite the sharp pang of pride stinging and making her want to snap and tell him she knew exactly how to block out things that weren't her reiki—she knew he was just trying to help. In fact helping was all the man, male demon she corrected herself, had done.
He turned around so that the bright glitter of his gilded eyes, and the stark contrast of crescent moon and magenta stripes on full display. This was Private Investigator Sesshomaru. Current landlord of her loft (which was actually a rooftop janitor's closet in his study) and interestingly enough her savior.
He stared listlessly at his nails. "I've recorded and analyzed the scents at the site where you were found. Based on the olfactory trails that were left behind, you were kidnapped and dragged here by a centipede demon."
"Centipede demon?" Kagome echoed with an owlish blink.
He flicked his gaze up with an unamused expression and didn't repeat himself.
There was a pause as Kagome messed absentmindedly with her bangs. Three days ago she woke up in one of the most dangerous places a girl like her, a miko to be exact, could be. Shikon City. A city with a 100% population of demons or those of direct demon descent. Not knowing where she was or how she was there, she suddenly woke—her body ablaze and overreacting to the completely untamed demonic energy that saturated the metropolis. And in her loss of control that was when he-who-annoyed-her found her, knocked her out, and took her to his home. Because there was one teeny tiny problem about Shikon city, unless you were an official or extremely and brazenly overpowered, the barrier surrounding the town neither let things in or let them out. So obviously the PI had questions. Questions she couldn't answer. 
What's your name?
"Kagome Higurashi."
Occupation?
"I'm a highschool student—although I just applied for my first year at Tokyo university."
You realize demons cannot leave this area, correct?
"W...what do you mean demons? We're in Meguro...aren't we?"
You're human.
"Um. Aren't you?"
"Thanks to your scent being eradicated by your reiki outburst a few days ago, I can neither confirm nor deny that you are actually from outside the barrier," Sesshomaru clenched his hand. "However your little stunt did not vanquish the smells on the surrounding ground and further behind you. Congratulations Ms. Higurashi, you may be able to process out of here in less than a month if what you claim is true."
Ah yes. That was one other thing, and it was the main reason for why she'd so kindly dubbed him the annoyance of her existence. "I told you. I had a wallet on me, and it wasn't there when you found me. Someone must've pinched my wallet, but if you find that, my ID in it would prove that I really am not a demon or from this city!"
"And yet conveniently, said-wallet disappeared before I arrived on the scene of your kidnapping."
"Aren't you a detective? Isn't it your job to find missing things?" She bit out with exasperation.
"You need money to hire me, Ms. Higurashi." He gave her a cruel and fanged smile. "And that was stolen. Apparently. Be grateful I'm scenting without charge as to why you are missing from wherever you came."
Her lip curled up in anger and she stormed away. Sesshomaru made no move to stop her and she was glad. Maybe she'd find her own way out! She didn't need that stupid, smug, stuck-up jerk's help. After all she was a miko, if she could make a barrier then surely she could escape one.
Outside in the open-city was as unnerving as it had been the first day. Different auras of all demonic pedigrees pressed upon her as if they knew she were a human. As if they knew they could disperse the holy energies inside of her. She shivered and didn't like the idea. Trudging along she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to avoid bumping into people along the walkways. The demons here were for the most part humanoid. Sesshomaru told her no one took on their true forms unless it were for festivals or protection. And extreme emotional overload. Her warned her that for every chance that she could blow a circuit, so could a demon. And neither outcome would be pretty.
Something pulsed.
The air, herself, the aura inside her. Sight shooting up, she swung her gaze everywhere, trying to spot what drew in her power. And that's when she saw her. An eerily tall, four armed woman with wiry wavering locks. She was walking away from her, and right then and there Kagome felt a shiver of familiarity. A centipede demon. What were the chances? Honestly in a demon city, what were the chances.
Tucking herself to the crowd and trying to appear small, Kagome followed the woman. There was no proof that the demoness had stolen the wallet—but if it was the same centipede that Sesshomaru had sniffed out, then it was really truly super super possible that the wallet had been stolen by her kidnapper. The only question was, why go through the impossible hassle of dragging Kagome from the human city to a demon one. It shouldn't have even been plausible and yet somehow it happened. But all that was taken was a little tiny wallet that was hardly more than an over-glorified coin purse.
Kagome tailed the centipede demon to a back alley that led into a dumpster area—little more than a small turnabout for garbage trucks to circle around once they've picked up their loads behind the buildings. Crouching against the wall and doing her best to hide, she waited to see what the centipede would do. To her horror, the woman turned towards her direction and slid a long and slimy tongue from parted lips. Between clawed hands she reached into the pockets of her outfit and held Kagome's missing item in the air.
"Oh little human so predictable. Come out, come out, I'm hungry," she sang out.
Hand covering her mouth, Kagome paled. Oh no.
"You need this don't you?" The demoness didn't move, just swung the pink wallet back and forth like a pendulum without a string. "All I had to do was hold onto this and my little meal came back to me without a fight and more importantly without that stupid guard dog. How tantalizing. I like obedience in a girl."
Something struck a nerve. 
Kagome stood up and stomped her way over, holy pink aura unhinged with her anger. "I'm hardly obedient! Least of all to someone like you!"
"Oh but you came to me, didn't you?" The centipede dropped the wallet and lunged—maw outstretched and ready to snatch up her snack.
No time to lose, Kagome ducked to the side, wrapping herself around the woman's leg and sending out a bolt of her aura. Purification rose into the air like the crisp clean stench of bleach. The demoness fell back and screamed as her leg faded away to wisps of incense—her body spasmed in pain as the residual effects of the purifying blast took its toll. Smiling Kagome picked herself up and sauntered over to her wallet. Well that was that.
One moment she was on her own two feet and the next she was elevated upside down, body restrained by tight exoskeletal coils. Kagome screamed and kicked, sending wave after wave of her miko abilities. And yet the hold on her only constricted.
The centipede woman extended her jaw and giggled. "See if you can get through my skin now, little human. Your struggling makes me even more hungry!"
This is it. This is where I die.
A flash of white, an agonizing scream, and then Kagome slammed into the hard cold cement. Her head spun and her limbs protested in agony. But when she looked up, Sesshomaru stood in front of her—protectively, angrily—claws barred and nose in the air. The centipede woman was no longer in her true form. The centipede woman was no longer. She lay in pieces, in shambles, in tatters on the floor melted by acid and torn apart. 
Not a single spot of blood stained the PI's still immaculate jacket.
Sesshomaru turned around with a smug grin that quickly faded while she sat up. His nose flared and his gaze snapped to the abandoned and pink wallet by his foot. He grabbed it and flipped it open, staring at the contents as if they personally offended him. 
The glare he shot her could've burnt a hole through her forehead if she had been paying attention. It took her a moment, but she realized why his nose was acting up. That wallet, that precious little thing that she'd been desperate to find and that he hadn't cared to find, held one thing that spoke on more volumes to he-who-annoyed-her than the words printed on the plastic ID in the pockets. That wallet had been stolen before she woke up her first day in Shikon City, and subsequently before she had burned her own scent in the subconscious attempt to self-purify. 
That meant her pure and unblemished scent, the details of her original home and original whereabouts, all sat there waiting for him to take a sniff and realize.
"Will you help me now?" She staggered to her feet and cradled her side. 
His gaze slid to where her hand rested, and lifted a delicate brow at the sight of blood seeping through her shirt. One of the slabs of the centipede's skin must've sliced the side.
"Only a human," he huffed and pocketed the wallet. He easily slid his arms beneath her legs and scooped her up against him. "Once we patch you up, we'll take you to the police for an official statement. This one will be able to start conducting the investigation from there."
Kagome smiled weakly and poked his chest. "Hey. Did you save me for free too?"
He rolled his eyes and didn't answer, carrying her out of the alleyway.
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issabangtanfic · 4 years
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[Jungkook] The Windmill House (Chapter 6)
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Synopsis: When for once rich doesn’t rhyme with Christian Grey.
Pairing: Jungkook x OC
A/N: Feel free to submit a cover! Tell me what you think in my inbox! Enjoy!
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I jolt awake after a loud thud, yanking my face off of my pillow. I look around, my vision blurry and dark at first. My door has been slammed open, a familiar ball of energy beaming at me.
“Tadayimaaaaaaa!” She sings. She walks in, but what I her stomping, the sound so loud in my head it feels like she’s wearing boots made of concrete. Groaning, I let my head plop down before she drops her full weight on me.
“Hi, babes!” She squeals, wrapping herself around me, crushing me under her body. Oh god, my head.
“Sidney, please.” I groan, blocking my ears. I hear Juno’s paws scraping the floor and soon enough she’s barging in, barking at me and jumping onto my bed.
“What do you mean 'Sidney, please'? We’re back!” My roommate says, slipping off of me only to start shaking me generically. I’m going to throw up. Juno pokes me with her nose, trying to find a way to lick my face hello.
“My head.” I mutter, flipping onto my back painfully. Juno barks again, and her wet tongue s all over my eyes.
“Juno, stop.” I mutter, grabbing her head and lifting my chin, trying to keep my face out of her reach. Our Labrador is way too excited to see me.
“Juno, lay down.” I hear Sidney order, and the frantic licking a fidgeting stops. At least she’s well-trained. When I open my eyes, Juno is lying next to me, tail wagging happily, tongue hanging out. Such a good girl. I give her a head scratch.
“I thought you’d be happier than that.” Sidney says, pouting at me. My babe is all tanned.
“I’m kind of hungover, and I had a rough week.” I reply, my voice straining. I open my arms for her.
“Gimme a hug.” I invite. She lays down next to me, hugging me and resting her head on my chest.
“I just can’t deal with the screaming.” I murmur. Juno barks and licks a long stripe across my face. Ew.
“Juno!” I scold. She resumes panting, and Sid giggles.
“She can’t help herself.” She says.
“How was France?” I ask her.
“Merveileux!” She exclaims. “Especially the men.”
“Did you practice your French kissing?”  I joke.
“Mais oui oui oui!” She sings. I gasp.
“Did you? You bitch!” I utter. She told me she hadn’t done anything like that! And I believed her! She props herself up on one arm, looking down at me with a face-splitting smile.
“I know, get your arse out of bed I’ve got to tell you all about it.” She encourages. I don’t like that idea.
“10 more minutes.” I beg, hugging my other pillow. Sidney sighs and slips out of my bed.
“You have to tell me why you’re so tired.” She mutters. I close my eyes.
“Mmmmh.”
“Alright, I’ll come back in an hour. Should I make some tea?” She says once she’s at my door.
“That would be lovely, thanks.” I reply. I love that girl.
“Juno, come on!” I hear her call, and feel Juno jump out of my bed. Sidney closes the door of my bedroom and lets me sleep some more. 
By 10 am I am still tired but figure out I really have to get out of bed at least. I drag myself out of my comfy covers and go brush my teeth and freshen up. Once I’m fully awake, I take some time to quickly call my mom. I haven’t talked to her on the phone for a while, and I’m supposed to call her every night but haven’t been able to with the insane week I just had. After that, I right an e-mail to Fred, detailing my encounters with Mr. Jeon and asking to pull out of the projects.
I meet Juno in the living room, and she jumps me again, knowing very well this morning’s reunion wasn’t a real one. It’s not a real one until I’ve given my baby girl tons of kisses.
“Hi, Juno!” I squeal, giving her good scratchies behind her ears. I kiss her forehead and she tries to lick my face.
“Hi baby girl. Hi.” I coo, letting her put her paws on my shoulders and hugging her tightly.  She wags her tail happily.
“I missed you too.” I tell her. Oh, my big baby. She’s always so sweet and loving.
“There’s your tea.” Sidney says, coming out of the kitchen with a cup I her hands. Dog cuddles and tea? See, Sidney’s return is definitely making things better. I need her so much.
“Thank you so much.” I gush, taking the cup from her hands. I follow her to the living room and we both sit down on the couch.
“Juno.” I call, patting the spot behind me. She jumps up on the couch and lays next to me.
“So, how was France? You met someone?” I ask, and She starts telling me all about her two-week long adventure in France.
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“So, yeah. That’s the tea on France.” She says in conclusion. Wow, I wish I was as daring and spontaneous as her. She really did some crazy stuff back there, and she was by herself. I’m always scared she’ll end up in dangerous situations, but she always comes back from her adventures with a big smile and tons of stories.
“Now I need to hear about your new guy.” She purses her lips as a sign of anticipation. I frown.
“My new guy?”
“The one who sent you all these flowers.” She says, throwing a glance at the two flower bouquets on the kitchen counter. Have I not thrown these away?
“Oh, no.” I roll my eyes.
“Who is he?” She asks.
“A client.” I sigh. “Before you ask, yes he is cute. Hot even. Smokin’ hot.” I add quickly, watching her eyes light up like Christmas.
“He’s most definitely a 10. But he’s a boor.” I inform her. Her shoulders sag and she pouts.
“Is he?”
“The flowers that you see are for the times he had to apologies to me.” I explain, and she frowns at me.
“What did he do?”
“He made advances to me.”
Her eyebrows meet her hairline. She glances at the flowers again.
“And you said no?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Why?” She utters, looking horrified.
“Because he knows he’s hot. He’s arrogant, full of himself, and decided we had to have sex because he could tell I find him hot.” I explain to him.
“Ooooooh.” She says in realization, almost going cross-eyed. “I see.”
“At first I didn’t do anything about it because I had to have that contract if I wanted to keep my job. But after yesterday…” I add, peaking her interest. She goes serious.
“What happened?” She asks me. I tell her everything about my encounters with this man, from him making me cry on our first meeting, to him forcefully driving me home, and to his brother assaulting me sexually. By the time I’m done she’s on her knees, one hand on her heart, her jaw almost touching couch.
“Jesus Christ, Maya. That is so messed up.” She breathes, her facial expression one of pure shock.
“I know.” I say, leaning onto her, circling my arms around her waist and resting my head on her thighs. She starts stroking my hair.
“I needed those contracts but I’m sure Fred will back me up if I decide to drop him.”  I tell her, twisting so I’m looking up at her face.
“Well,” She punches the palm of her own hand. “You tell me if we need to beat up anybody. I still have that cricket bat.” She declares. I chuckle.
“Nah. He’s already old news.” I reassure her, leaning onto her and laying my head on her lap.
“Should we go for drinks tonight? It’s Ben’s birthday, remember?” She proposes. Ben is her younger brother, also a childhood friend. He’s turning 23.
“Yes, I was going to propose Zaap.” I retort.
“Olala, how fancy of you.” She hits me with her French accent again. I chuckle.
“Well, it’s a special occasion.” I shrug.
“Alright.” She says, slipping from under me and rising from the couch, letting my head hit the couch.  This is just as comfy.
"I’m taking him for lunch, you wanna come with?” She invites. I snuggle Juno. She’s such a good pillow.
“I won’t be operational before 3.” I mumble, already falling back asleep.
“Okay, fine. You walk Juno, then.” I hear her call from the stairs. I really don’t feel like it, but I don’t want to lay around all day. Another quick nap and Juno will motivate me to get going.
I jolt awake from a dream of a nightmare after what feels like hours. After taking time to wake up and prepare myself a light sack, I throw on some gym clothes and decide to go on a run. That’ll not only make up for my lack of movement throughout the day, but it’ll be a great opportunity to clear my mind. Next Monday will be a fresh start. New clients, new projects, same old Maya.
I receive a call on my way out, and realize it’s Fred when I see the caller’s ID. A sudden fear grips my heart. I have been confident Fred is going to be on my side, but in a small, unused part of my brain a voice echoes, asking ‘but what if he’s not?’. I muster up the courage and take his call.
“I thought you said no work on weekends.” I joke as a greeting.
“I lie. I’m always checking my mails; I just don’t reply.” he retorts dryly. Is he mad? “Did Mr. Jeon seriously do all that?”
“Yes, he did. I can’t work with him anymore.” I reply, trying to sound as composed as I can.
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” He says, almost reproachfully.
“Well, we need this contract.” I murmur.
“No, we don’t. And even if we did, you have the right to stop anytime if you fear for your safety.” He retorts. Oh, I love my boss. He makes our company the ultimate safe place.
“It’s in the contracts we make them sign, flower.” He reminds me. Contract? I didn’t make Mr. Jeon sign anything. I didn’t even charge him for the consultations! Fred is going to kill me.
“I know.” I mutter.
“I know I can be harsh sometimes, but I’ll always protect you guys.” He says more softly.
“I know, Fred.”
“I don’t want to scold you. I just feel bad you had to go through this. I’ll talk to that sleazy Mr. Jeon. Consider yourself free of any obligation.” He promises, lifting this heavy weight off of my shoulders.
“Thank you so much, Freddy.” I beam at my phone.
“Don’t call me that.” He snaps. “Try to rest now, Maya. I’ll see you on Monday.”
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“Cheers!” I exclaim, and Sidney, Ben and I raise our glasses and cling them together. Before going to Zaap, Ben came over for dinner, so we’ve been drinking since then. Sidney and Ben are starting to have the Asian glow, so I decide to start taking pictures before they pass the point of no return.
The Zaap is packed tonight, even for a Saturday night. Thank god, we booked our own table.
“Happy birthday Ben!” Sidney yells in her brother’s ear.
“Happy birthday, baby boy!” I add, wrapping my arms around his neck. Sidney and I sandwich him between us, each of us giving him a loud smooch on one kiss.
“Guys, for god’s sake.” He moans, but he’s smiling. “Enough.”
You would think it’s weird for a 23 year-old to spend his birthday with his sister and her best friend, but Ben moved to London for class three weeks ago, so he doesn’t really have any friends in the city. I’ve known him for two decades now, so this basically a family party.
We chat all night long, unable to hit the dancefloor given how packed it is. Then we get to the gifts, and has his big sisters, you best believe we spoiled our boy. He sees his new phone and his two new watches, and it’s his turn to give us loud smooches.
After several Cosmos, I head to the bathroom for a quick emptying. After pushing my way through the compact crowd, I finally reach the loo, guarded by a security guy.
As I walk in, I nearly bump into the person stumbling out of the Men’s bathroom.
“Oops.” I say in surprise, looking up at him. Mr. Jeon lays his cloudy eyes on me.
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Empty Bags
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This was requested a WEEK AGO (almost) and I’ve just had a bad week so like this took me a little longer to write. Actually this was originally something I had started with Brandon Carlo that wasn’t going anywhere, so I hope this is better than the nothing I had to start with. I’ve also learned how to spell Matt Grzelcyk’s name without having to look it up and that’s how you know you’re in too deep. 
But this was requested from the fluffs prompt list! I still have other requests from that but hey, I’m getting there.
Hope you like it!
56. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were trying to flirt by giving me books.”  __________________________
“Stop adding stuff from your ‘To-Do List’ onto my ‘To-Do List’ just because you don’t feel like doing them!” you yell down to Matt as he texted you more and more things to do before leaving for the road-trip.
The Bruins had their mom’s trip and dad’s trip, but this year they wanted to start a new road trip where the players could bring their families, girlfriends, anyone who mattered to them on a trip around the west coast. Before you could leave, you and Matt had last minute things to get, places to go, things to clean, all the normal Saturday morning errands before leaving for a few days. Except Matt kept asking you to do more and more things that he was supposed to do because he couldn’t bring himself to get off the couch. 
“But you’ll already be out!” He calls, coming up the stairs.
“Well, yes, but the more things I have to do, the less time I have with you before we’re going to be with all the guys and their families for about six days.” You meet him at the top of the stairs, pulling him away so neither of you fall down as you get on your toes and reach up for a kiss. “So c’mon, grab your keys and go get shit done!” 
You drag him down the stairs with your keys, grabbing his and practically shoving him in his car so he’ll actually go get the stuff he needs. 
On his list: pick up his suit from the dry cleaners, getting some cash for exploring, then coming home and cleaning out the fridge of anything that will go bad before you come back, checking that he has everything.
On yours: toiletries for the hotels, things to do while traveling like books to read, movies to watch, etc., checking that everything you need is in your bag, making sure Matt does everything he was supposed to, and anything else you can think of that should be done. 
After what felt like hours, both of you were back at your place, Matt trying to get you to do anything but pack.
“Babe, c’mon! We’re supposed to be meeting Torey and Mel in less than two hours and your bag is literally empty!” You stand in the bedroom as you throw stuff at him in hopes that he would actually start to pack. 
“Yeah, but what’s the fun in me packing when you’re just going to have to repack everything anyway?” he says, coming around to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you struggle to keep packing your bag.
“Well, maybe if you packed it right the first time, I wouldn’t have to repack everything to make it fit.” 
“But you know I’m not good at packing.” He starts to kiss you on your neck, you melting into his arms, trying everything you can to keep packing so you can leave.
“The longer it takes me to pack, the less likely I am to spend in our hotel rooms, you know that, right?”
“But think of all the things we could be doing right now.” He loosens his grip so you can turn around and face him. “We could be in this bed, we could be eating, we could be reading?” 
“You only want one of those things,” you deadpan. “And, we’re not going to unless we finish packing.”
“You’re right, I want to read,”  he says, letting go and pulling the books out of your already packed bag. “We could be reading Everyone Brave is Forgotten, Radium Girls, Educated, One Day in December.” 
You burst out laughing, trying to take the books from his hands, throwing them on the bed and pulling him in towards you, “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were trying to flirt by giving me books.”  
“Is it flirting if I didn’t intend it to be?”
“Well, did you intend it to be?”
“Will that get you in bed?” 
“No, but packing our bags might, because now we need to meet Torey and Mel in about an hour, and your bag is still empty!” 
“Can you just pack for me?” he says, his forehead pressed against yours, giving you the puppy dog eyes that he always tries.
“No!” you giggle, pushing him off you, “You’re a grown-ass man. Either you’re packing your bag or you’re going naked the entire trip and I don’t think that’s very legal.” He pouts and goes to the other side of the bed, starting to throw things in his bag. “Can you pack like an adult, please?” you ask him, smiling and trying not to laugh at him.
“What, you mean adults don’t pack their socks like this?” he says, throwing his balled up socks like a basketball, missing in the process. The socks rolled off the bed, falling at your feet. You look up at him, his hands still up in the air, a disappointed look on his face.
“Babe, an adult would have made that.” You pick up the socks and throw then back at him, making it into his bag. “Ya know, that explains your shots on goal versus goals numbers.”
“Hey!” he says, picking up a shirt that he was supposed to pack and throwing it at you. You retaliate by throwing something of yours back at him, laughing, throwing more and more at each other until both of your suitcases are empty. 
“I can’t believe we just did that!” you yell through a fit of laughter, Matt hugging you, kissing you on the top of your head. 
“But you have to admit,” he puts his finger to his chin, tilting your head up to him, “it was pretty fun.”
He kisses you, only for you to hear your phone ringing on the bed, Mel’s picture showing up. “Fuck!” you push him away to answer, “Hey! You’re on speaker!”
“Hey, we’re like five minutes away, and we have your coffees. Can you guys be outside your place when we get here?” you hear Torey’s voice on the other end, the sound of cars and traffic in the background.
You look at Matt, your eyes going wide as both of you scramble to pick everything up from the floor, “Uh, yeah, sure!”
“This is yours!” Matt says, throwing your shirt at you. 
“It doesn’t matter, just put it in your bag, we’ll organize later!” 
“Uh, are you two alright?” Mel asks.
“Yeah! We’re fine! Just finishing packing!” Matt says, trying to do some organizing now as he throws your stuff from his side of the bed over to you.
“Alright, awesome, we’re pulling up now. See you soon!” Mel says, hanging up the phone.
“Crap, crap, crap!” you say, frantically, pulling your bag and Matt out the door and down the stairs. “Do you have your keys? Wallet? ID?” you list off the things that you’re struggling to find in your own purse.
“Yes. Yes. And yes. You take my bags, I’ll lock up,” he says, handing off his stuff. “Wait!” He pulls you back, nearly throwing you off balance, kissing you. “Sorry.” 
You can’t help but smile, “It’s fine, just c’mon, they’ll be here any second!” He locks up, taking his bag back and rushing out to meet Torey and Mel, them just pulling up.
“Hey, guys!” you say, climbing into the car, slightly out of breath, Matt throwing the bags in the trunk. Mel hands you the coffees, “Oh, thank you.” 
“Are you two alright?” Torey asks, pulling away and heading off to meet everyone else. “You seem like you were having fun, especially since your cheeks are a little flushed, Y/N.”
“We were packing,” Matt says, starting to blush. The red in his cheeks makes you turn even more red, even though you two really were packing, “We’ll just have some organizing to do tonight.” 
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Bo and Yancy
The Warden has kept Yancy in solitary for two weeks now, trying to shake out the details of his time spent with Professor Beauregard, but while Yancy is locked away, his friends have been on a hunger strike in an attempt to force the Warden to let him go. Someone is going to break first. And Professor Beauregard is determined to make sure it’s the Warden.
Part Six: Happy Together
The human body can go for three weeks without food, give or take, but the temptation of hunger is a wild and ferocious beast, especially when food is so easily accessible, especially when a certain Warden is trying to break his inmates’ staunch hunger strike. Hunger, after all, drives people to do the strangest things. But the Warden isn’t hungry for food, no.
He wants something else entirely.
“Get off of me!” Sparkles growls, thrashing underneath the weight of his rather large, rather gruff friend who is currently sitting on his chest.
Jimmy crosses his arms over his own chest in reply.
“You can’t eat, not until Warden lets Yancy out of solitary,” Tiny reminds him from where she’s sitting on the floor next to his head. “You know this. He’s your buddy, right?”
Sparkles whines and continues fighting against the weight on his chest. “It’s been over a week since I’ve eaten anything, since any of us have eaten! There’s gotta be another way to get Yancy out!”
But Tiny only sighs and lays down on her back next to him, staring up at the blue sky above the yard. “If we break now, the Warden will never take us seriously.” She watches a puffy white cloud pass overhead and thinks of Yancy pointing out clouds to her when she first arrived, scared and defensive and all but mute. She didn’t trust anyone, would bite whoever got too close.
Yancy had pointed out the clouds, all the shapes he could imagine that she couldn’t, until he got her to smile.
“See that one?” Tiny says. “That’s a dog with angel wings.”
Sparkles glances up at where she’s pointing and smiles, a little of that terrible desperation leaving his eyes. “Y-yeah, and the one next to it is a mound of mashed potatoes...”
“Sparkles,” Jimmy warns, and the man beneath him chuckles.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He shuts his eyes and licks his lips. “But what I wouldn’t give for some loaded mashed potatoes with steak...”
“SHUT UP!” The two of them scream in unison, and they all three laugh together, laugh until their sides hurt, which doesn’t take long. Everything hurts when you’re hungry, but they’re doing it for Yancy.
For Yancy.
Beauregard stomps her way into the capitol building with a string of armed guards behind her. She flashes an ID at the woman behind the reception desk and plops her laser gun onto the counter. “I’m here to see the governor.”
The woman, older, frail, and now shakily bringing her glasses up to her eyes, sputters, “D-do you have an appointment, ma’am?”
“I tried to make an appointment.” One of the guards grabs at her arm, and Bo stomps on his foot with the heel of her shoe, “Get off me, Harold. I tried to make an appointment, but the governor doesn’t exactly like hearing from me.”
The receptionist glances at something on her computer and nods. “Ah yes, you’re Ms. Beauregard, the zombie woman.”
“Professor, Professor Beauregard, and I’m not here to talk about zombies, even though they definitely do exist. Carl, if you put your hand on me again, so help me, I will stab this pencil through your eyeball.” She looks back to the receptionist. “I’d like to file a complaint for misconduct of Warden Murder-Slaughter at the Happy Trails penitentiary. He’s been keeping a prisoner there in solitary confinement for over two weeks, which is officially considered cruel and unlawful punishment.”
Bo tosses a pencil at the woman. “Are you writing this down?”
The older woman blushes and fumbles with the pencil before taking down the message on her pad of paper. “This is highly unconventional...”
“Yes, I know,” Bo growls and sends another heated look towards Harold, the security guard. “But considering you people won’t listen to me if I call, I figured a personal visit was my only solution.” She turns back to the receptionist who is still writing. “Include in that message that many of the prisoners are also on a hunger strike due to the unlawful treatment of their friend.”
Movement down the hallway draws Bo’s attention from her mission. The governor himself, an over-stuffed pigeon if there ever was one, emerges from his office only to freeze at the sight of the professor.
“Governor!” She brushes past the two guards and towards the governor who tries to get back into his office before Beauregard catches up with him. “Governor Pruitt, I’d like to report the misconduct of the Warden--”
“Yes, yes, yes,” the governor says with an amiable but thin smile. “I’m sure Mrs. Fitzgerald, my secretary, can get you the proper paperwork, and we’ll inform the Bureau of Prisons. They will send a representative in ten to twelve business days.”
“We don’t have that kind of time governor!” Bo snaps, stomping her heel on the polished marble floors. This whole place is a gaudy, Greco-Roman monument to useless rich men sitting behind mahogany desks pretending to be important, and she’s frankly tired of the whole thing. “There’s a good man being tortured, people starving, all because some Warden has to prove his supreme masculinity!”
“Ms. Beauregard...”
“Professor.”
“Professor Beauregard,” he concedes, “these are hardly good people. They’re murderers and thieves, criminals! I’m sure the whole thing is very easily explained.” He even goes so far to pat her on the shoulder while Beauregard contemplates a Christmas list of his bones and joints she’d like to dislocate. “And they’re hardly honest, either. The whole thing could be a massive fabrication.”
Maybe his shoulder, or his jaw... But Harold and Carl and a few more guards are waiting on either side of her now, ready to drag her away. “Fine, it’s obvious that you’re not going to be any help to me, but if anything happens to my friend, just know that I will hold you personally responsible.” She spins on her heel and begins to stalk out.
Behind her, she hears the governor call out, “Is that a threat, professor?”
“That’s a fact, and a promise,” Bo shouts back at him, never once pausing as she pushes through the double doors. By the time she makes it to the bottom of the stone steps, her phone rings, and she whips it out, half expecting it to be the police. She really might end up in Happy Trails herself if she’s not careful. But whoever she was expecting, it wasn’t him.
“Professor,” the Warden says merrily, “how are you? Was the governor very helpful?”
Bo freezes in her tracks. “What do you want, you bloated piece of--”
“Now, now, Professor. Let’s not bicker, not after I’ve decided to give you a chance to talk some sense into this blockhead.” He pauses as Bo’s breath catches in her throat. His voice is dripping with satisfaction as he continues, “That’s right. I’ll let you see Yancy. Sunday is visitation day, after all, and maybe you of all people can convince him to tell me what I want to know. Then we can put this whole hunger strike business behind us. How does that sound?”
The professor purses her lips. She doesn’t like the idea of talking Yancy into giving up whatever information that the Warden has tortured him over, but if it means that he’ll be out of solitary, if it means those inmates will get to eat again, how can she refuse? “Alright, Warden. I’ll be there.”
The third Sunday of the month, Professor Beauregard arrives at the penitentiary, and when she opens the door to the visiting area, she finds only one person inside. He sits with his head in his hands, his thick black hair hanging over his eyes. The golden light drifting in through the windows around him makes him look small as a child and soft around the edges.
“Yancy?” she calls, frozen in place in the doorway, something like panic ringing through her veins. “Yancy?”
But he doesn’t look up. He doesn’t say a word, and Beauregard’s heart sinks into her stomach like a stone beneath the dark water of the ocean.
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The Trolley Problem
Summary: As his visions grow more detailed, Charlie wrestles with the consequences of saving Alana. 
Alternate Title: How To Save A Life
TW for blood, death, detailed description of violence, and ethical quandaries. 
In every version of Charlie’s dream, he changes something. For many versions, he goes to Lana first, trying to use the few minutes he is allotted to gather as much information as possible. By now, he knows her injuries and the pallor of her skin. He has memorized the cuts, the road rash, the collapsed lung, and what comes after. This dream comes with its own ticking clock as the car burns on the side of the road: it’s a bomb with a red wire sizzling down to the quick. It’s tragedy part two. It’s something that Charlie also has to prepare for.
He tries to perform a needle thoracostomy before the car explodes. But the car explodes.
He moves Lana to the other side of the road and covers her body when the car explodes. The car explodes, and Lana’s heart stops.
He goes to the burning wreckage first, carrying with him the tools he learned from his father. But the car itself is another broken body. Its vessels are twisted. It spews liquid and smells like poison. Charlie cannot prevent the explosion, and he feels the blast of it searing through him. He wakes up that after that version screaming that he’s on fire. He stumbles into his bathroom at 4 a.m. in the morning and soaks in icy cold water to get rid of the pain.  
But worst of all: there is a person in the car.
In his waking hours, Charlie chews at the cap of his pen and thinks about that person. He tries to sketch their face (he has drawn Lana’s own many times now. Her profile tilted toward the sky, she looks like she’s in prayer.) But his pencil doesn’t know the shapes. He can’t see the slope of the person’s nose or the colour of their eyes. He remembers blonde hair—shoulder length. He thinks she is a woman.
On Version #86, Charlie goes straight to the car to wrench open the door and drag the woman out. He has no time to be gentle even as all his training in medicine screams at him not to jostle her. But he yanks and he pants and he gets her onto the road before he collapses. Then the car explodes.
Version #87, he wrenches over the door and climbs in, so he can look at her face.
It is all blood. Nose smashed from where she’d struck it against her steering wheel on impact. Eye swollen, both of them closed. Charlie puts his fingers against her pulse and feels that thrum of life still fighting inside her.
He tries to find a purse, an ID, and hears crying.
Charlie’s head darts up. He grips at the chair and leans over the woman and he sees a child.
Then the car explodes.
There is a well-known ethical thought experiment called the Trolley Problem.
You see a runaway trolley moving toward five tied-up people lying on the tracks. You stand next to a lever that controls a switch. If you pull the lever, the trolley will be redirected onto a side track and the five people on the main track will be saved. However, there is a single person lying on the side track. You have two options:
Do nothing and allow the trolley to kill the five people on the main track.
Pull the lever, diverting the trolley onto the side track where it will kill one person.
What do you do?
Are you a passive Samaritan? Or are you an active agent in your own story? Do you take control or do you release it? Is this your burden or does it belong to someone else? No matter what, someone is about to die.
Again: no matter what, someone is about to die.
There are of course all kinds of addendums to the trolley problem. What if pushing someone in front of the trolley could stop it, for example? What if that person is the one who tied up all those people in the first place? Or, what if the one person on the track is the prime minister? A famous artist? A Nobel Peace Prize Winner?
What if the person on the tracks is someone you know? What if the person on the tracks is someone you love?
You cannot walk back up the train tracks and pretend you never saw anything. Even if you did, that’s a choice. But you can never unknow what you know. So what will you do?
Who are you, Charlie Little? Are you the boy who pulls the switch?
 1. Triage
During emergency scenarios, doctors triage to determine who gets care and who doesn’t. A doctor would stipulate this statement—they determine who gets care first and who gets care second. But Charlie knows that isn’t true.
Charlie scrambles over sand on the beaches of Omaha, France in 1943, his medical kit slapping against his hip as he goes. Gun fire chatters around him. He lurches from body to body. Here is a man whose chest has been turned into swiss cheese, there a boy, no older than 18, 19, with a hole where his eye should be. His other one is glassy, staring up through the fog.
Charlie leaves the dead. He lurches to another boy, who is crying with a hand over his neck. There’s so much blood that Charlie cannot see the entry point of the wound. But it’s too risky, isn’t it? If the boy lifts his hand—even for a second—he’ll bleed out.
The boy begs Charlie, blood bubbling at his lips. “Help me, help me.”
Charlie cannot help him. According to the rules of good triage, this crying boy, one hand on his neck, another clutching his dog tag, is already dead.
“Don’t leave me,” cries the boy.
“I’m sorry,” Charlie says. He scrambles up and away. A plane roars overhead, dropping bombs on the  distant cliffs of Omaha. Each one explodes through the fog in a bloom of fire.
“Don’t leave me!” Charlie can still hear the boy’s voice, crying out for him. “Don’t leave me—please, don’t leave me!”
Who do you save? What rules do you follow?
Did the bullet kill that boy when it sliced through his artery?
Or did you kill him, when you left him all alone?
How would Charlie save mother and child? Do they get to be saved?
If he is a doctor, he should look at the wounds. The mother’s nose is broken, she is concussed, but still breathing. Good breath sounds, no obstruction of airway. Her spine could be compromised, but that’s the type of injury that can wait. She might be paralyzed, but she’ll be alive.
And the child. Oh, the child. Version #91, Charlie wrenches open the back door and climbs into the back. The child is strapped well into a car seat. She cries and cries for her mother. There is no blood, no laceration, no evidence of impact. Whiplash, maybe. The child. Oh, the child. The child is okay. Until the car explodes.
If he is a doctor, Lana requires immediate care. He should leave the mother and child.
If he is a firefighter, maybe he should save the mother and child first, knowing the danger of the car.
(But maybe, knowing the danger of the car impacts the triage too. Maybe the mother and the child are both patients that cannot be saved. Maybe if he is a doctor, he should tag them both with a black tag, which means, in his field, expectant. This is a kind way of saying that soon they will die.)
If he were a superhero, maybe he could figure out how to save them all.  
2. Lottery
Charlie is in the bowels of a sinking ship teeming with screaming bodies. The water is rising, past Charlie’s ankles.  Someone shoves him into a wall. He falls and his glasses fall too. He grabs them and a foot crushes his hand. His yelp is lost in the din of screaming.
The ship creaks all around him. This hulk of metal feels as fragile as an egg, about to crack and let the water rush in. Let the water take them all.
Charlie fights through the bodies. He wiggles and slips through any small opening he can find. He nearly knocks over a screaming child. His heartrate spikes and he instinctively grabs the child’s shoulder to stop them from falling.
The child, in a yellowing nightgown, with wet dark curls clinging around her face, screams at him. The child screams for her mother.
Charlie scrambles, stair after stair—but his path stops. Bars cage him and the mass of poor in. Charlie grabs at the wet and slippery bars.
“You have to let us out!” Charlie shouts, another voice among the crowd. “Please! There are mothers and kids down here!” He shakes at the bars but they do not budge; they care little for mothers, for children, for the pregnant, the weak, the sick, the poor.
The guard stares at him with a face Charlie knows well; he’s scared. He wants to run away. But he just grips at his gun.
“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” he barks at them all.
“We’ll all drown,” cries Charlie. Then someone smashes into his shoulder. He slips on the wet stairs and topples down. He smashes his head against the ground and everything goes black.
He feels the water rising around him. The screaming fades into the background like static on a radio. Something else bleeds into his consciousness…a soft voice, familiar and not familiar, cooing to him quietly.
Everything is warm and wet, the water having swallowed Charlie whole. His heart beats quickly though. He’s scared. He’s going to drown and he is so, so scared.
It’s okay, my darling, whispers the woman. I’m here.
On the Titanic, it was money that determined who lived and who died. The rich piled into the life boats, the women and children first, yes, but all of them wealthy. Circumstance and nothing more.
What are the woman and the child’s circumstances? Should Charlie weigh age in his equation? Should the mother die because she is the oldest? Or should the mother live because she must care for the child? Should the child live and Lana and the mother die?
Is one young life worth more than two older ones?
If not age, if not gender, if not money—
If not injury, if not the odds of survival—
Is it most ethical to simply leave it to chance? He could write down those three names. Mother. Child. His friend. Shut his eyes and pick one from the hat.
Let someone else decide.
3. Love.
Charlie wakes up underwater. He floats, face up. Sunlight pours through the top of the water, reaching down to the coral kingdom that stretches to Charlie’s left and Charlie’s right. Everywhere he looks, there is colour. Fish dart around him, streaking toward the mounds of coral and then wiggling underneath, where they disappear.
A current of water pushes toward him. He turns to face it and his eyes widen—it’s a mermaid, a tail twinkling of teal and sapphire. She glides gracefully, her tail moving in gentle strokes. She looks like she’s flying.
From the top of a coral mound, another mermaid peeks up. Her hair floats around her head, each tendril like an arm of an octopus.
The first mermaid darts toward her. The second opens her mouth and flashes a hand sign, then back-flips and disappears.
Charlie watches as the two chase each other. They dart faster than the fish despite their size, turning into streaks of colour: the first mermaid like a brush of teal paint, the second a brush of pink and coral. Soon they are joined by another—then a fourth, and a fifth. When they slow enough, the sun from the top of the water glitter on top of their tails.
When they slow down enough, Charlie sees the face of the first mermaid. Her red hair parts around her long face, features sharp, eyes bright. It is a face he knows.
He gasps. He remembers that face, he remembers this same woman holding the hand of dark-haired Alana, walking her in on the first day of school. “She’s shy,” Alana’s mother had told the teacher. Charlie had heard because Charlie sat up front, because Charlie was shy and quiet too, and so he was invisible.
He was invisible then; he was invisible now, watching Athena flash hand signals toward the other mermaids. But then she turns toward Charlie and flashes something toward him. She touches her chin with her thumb, crosses her middle and index fingers, and makes a swimming motion. Then she beckons with an open palm. Somehow, Charlie just knows: Athena is inviting him to join.
Then she laughs at something the other mermaids must say-- bubbles erupting from her mouth. They dance up toward the sunlight.
Then a shadow moves across the sun and casts the ocean in darkness.
No! Charlie tries to shout. No! He tries to pull himself out of the dream. If he leaves, the tragedy will never strike. The coral kingdom will remain untouched and the mermaids can go on playing.
No! No! No! Charlie thrashes. He screams toward them but he does not know the language of mermaids.
Athena sees him anyway, and the fear twists her face. She looks up toward the bottom of the boat and then slashes her hands quick at the other mermaids.
It all happens so fast after that.
Athena darts toward the cover of the coral. A net slices through the water with a tremendous splash. It opens, and like a greedy hand, it comes toward him. Charlie tries to swim toward the coral too, but the net catches him, it catches several of the other mermaids, and it begins to draw them all towards the surface.
Charlie thrashes in the net with his sisters (are they his sisters? How does he know this?) He claws at the rope-- he knows what will happen before it happens. He sees all these puzzle pieces that he didn’t know existed clicking into place. He weeps.
Athena, who was nearly safe, twists in the water. She streaks toward the net and grabs at the thick rope.
They are face-to-face now: Charlie and Athena. Charlie sees Alana there, in Athena’s determined brow.
Athena draws a sharpened tool from some kind of belt fastened around her waist and cuts at the rope. The net continues to draw the mermaids toward the surface.
“Leave!” Charlie tries to shout. He splashes with a hand. He tries to wave her away. “Go! Swim away!”
But Athena saws at the rope, ignoring him. Her sisters are screaming the same thing: go! Leave us! Go, Athena!
She has just slashed through the rope when the harpoon enters the water. It hits Athena in the middle of her back and slices all the way through her. Blood bursts from Athena’s chest and back. And everything is suspended in the water: the net, her knife still clutched in her hand, Athena, her blood.
Charlie weeps. Athena, with the last of her strength, slashes at the net, and the hole is big enough for Charlie to slip through it.
Then the harpoon drags Athena away. He tries to grab at her tail, but it’s too late. She drops the knife and it spins toward the ocean floor.
A second later, another harpoon cuts through the water and it impales Charlie through the stomach. He doesn’t even have enough time to scream or swim away.
He feels his body go limp. Around him, it happens again and again. Harpoons slashing through tail, back, belly. The blood turns the water murky. There are no more fish playing in the coral. Everything is silent.
Charlie’s vision tunnels, all he sees is red. He cries as the harpoon drags him to the surface and the sun bites into his skin. He cries, thinking that Athena died for nothing.
No one gets away.
Charlie jolts awake and presses his hand against his belly, where the harpoon struck him. No blood pools around his fingers. There is no gaping wound here. But he feels the pain of it anyway. It’s like a third-degree burn, how deep the pain reaches. For a few seconds he cannot breathe, only squeeze out a few shocked tears from his eyes.
There’s another pain too. There are no words for how it twists in his chest. It only makes him think of his own mother, and he begins to weep. He calls out for her.
She’s far away though. Gone, long ago. And soon Charlie stops crying for his own mother and cries instead for Athena, and for Alana—for the little girl who sat with him in the counselor’s office and sucked on her grape popsicle.
And then he thinks of the mother and the child in the car that will strike Alana. He thinks of the mother of the child on the Titanic. He thinks of that soft, kind voice, who comforted him as the water rose. He thinks of Athena, who could have gotten away, but turned back for the sisters—for him. If he could ask any of them, he knew what these women would tell Charlie to do.
Save my baby, Charlie Little. Leave me, and save my little girl.
Is it a sacrifice if no one is saved? If the answer is no, is there value in a sacrifice anyway? Will a sacrifice save your soul?
There is a scenario that no one thinks about. Maybe all of those full-of-themselves philosophers would say it isn’t possible, that it isn’t the point of the thought experiment, but ignore them for a second. Think: there is the runaway trolley, barreling toward the five bodies. There you are, by the switch. Maybe instead of thinking about ethics, you should run for it instead.
Run toward the trolley. Run as fast as you can. Don’t blink and don’t flinch. If you have to, close your eyes right before the trolley takes you.
There’s no saying what could happen if you did that, is there?
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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years
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Dog Days
Pairings: Crowley x Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Work Count:4,583
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“Hello, (Y/N).” Rowena snarled in disgust the moment she suddenly and unwelcomingly appeared in your car. You screamed at the unexpected intrusion from your hated mother-in-law and jerked your wheel instinctively in an attempt to get away from the evil woman despite the fact that she was sitting in your car. You tried to correct your action but your tire caught a pothole at just right angle, sending you and your car flipping twice through the air across the back country road you had been traveling on to visit your brothers and landing right side up head first in a tree. You didn’t lose consciousness and in your initial assessment, nothing felt broken.
“What the hell, Rowena?” you screeched as you turned quickly but gently toward the woman who hated you with a passion. “What do you want?!”
“Oh, nothing dear. I just wanted to see my favorite daughter-in-law.” She responded, the sarcasm dripping from every word as she looked at her nails absentmindedly. “It appears I have caught you at the perfect time.” She snarled and looked at you, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Now, we both know perfectly well that you do not deserve to sit next to Fergus on the throne and since neither of you will listen to reason I am taking matters into my own hands.”
“No!” You screamed as you attempted to scramble to get out of the car but she raised her hands in front of her instantly. “In canibus!” she screeched and your entire body felt like it was on fire, as you shrank into the seat and your world turned black and while.
“Crowley!” you screamed, desperate to call your husband to your aid but the only thing that came out was a high pitched yip. You whipped around to your mother-in-law. “What have you done?!” you said as she sat and laughed but the only thing you were met with was more yips. When she finally was able to stop laughing she looked down at you.
“See, I always saw you as a yappy little bitch. So, I made you one.” She said as she pat your head and with a sickening laugh, she was gone. You looked down to see what she had meant and you saw two (Y/H/C) paws where hands should be.
“What the hell?” you screamed and obnoxious yips met your ears as you scrambled the best you could to find a reflective surface. The moment you did, you were met with a pair of (Y/E/C) eyes on the face of a Yorkshire terrier. You literally growled as you went to reach for your phone and realized that there was no way you could make a call. Even if you could get to your phone, it was locked by a fingerprint passcode so there is no way you could get into your contacts. You started to scream which came out as a pathetic howl as you sat in your car trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. You begged Crowley and prayed to Cas for a while before you realized you weren’t going to get anywhere before you finally resolved to do something.
You were a 2 and a half hour drive from the bunker where your brothers lived so they would know you had gone missing but you didn’t want to wait from them to send out the search party. So you came up with a plan. You wiggled your little furry body in your steering wheel and grabbed the photo you loved of you and your husband for your very first date.
You had begged him to do one of those old time, black and white photos at a fair you had dragged him and the boys to after a hunt and after a lot of threats and grumbling on his part he finally conceded. You had on a very revealing saloon girl dress and Crowley had gone full out, donning the hat, gun belt and floor length tan trench coat. You did your absolute best to ooze as much sex appeal as possible for the photo, causing Sam and Dean to laugh at you and try to make you laugh and right as the photo was taken, you couldn’t hold your strong, impassive face and you broke out into a large smile at something Dean said and you were starting to lean forward into your laugh. 
But that isn’t why you loved this photo. You loved it because the entire time Crowley had been getting ready for the photographer to get the shot set up; he had a giant angry pout on his face. He didn’t flirt with you when you tried and he didn’t even act disrespectfully when you walked out scantily clad in the feather dress. But when the boys made you laugh, he couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his face as the sound warmed his heart and when the photo was taken, he was staring at your face, his small, genuine smile permanently captured in the photo you had grabbed gently in your new canine teeth.
You pulled back out of the steering wheel and set the photo gently on the seat before you hopped over the middle console and on to the floor board of the passenger side of the car. You bit the bottom of your purse, up ending its contents to mix with the pieces of broken window glass and jumped up and added it to the driver seat. You looked back over at your stuff on the floor and saw your driver’s license lying on top of a copy of Romeo and Juliet you had borrowed from the bunker. 
‘Perfect.’ You thought to yourself as you jumped back down to grab them. When you scanned the pile once more, you realized that here wasn’t much else you needed that you could carry and you began the task of trying to get the three items in your bag. After 20 minutes of struggling, you had your purse ready and you managed to drop it out of the car before you jumped out of the car behind it to start your long trek to get home.
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“Have you found her?” Crowley raged at the lowly demon that had just entered the throne room. You had been missing for three days and he was absolutely beside himself. The man shook his head.
“Not exactly.” The man said. “But there is… well…” the demon said and Crowley shot off his throne.
“Speak, damn it!” he roared and the demon cowered, looking down at the ground as he took a step back.
“Sir, a demon reports that a photograph of you and her has been added to a crossroads box; however, she was not there when he went to make the deal.”
“I’ll see to it.” Crowley growled as he ran out of the throne room praying that he was about to finally find you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “This better work.” You though to yourself as you sat in the middle of the crossroads shivering. You had been traveling for three days, dragging your purse behind you, trying to find a crossroads box. This was the 7th crossroads you had come across since your car crash and the first one that had a summoning box in it. You had barely eaten anything other than garbage scraps and your tiny dog body was wearing thin.
The first demon showed up nearly instantly and you hid from him. You knew using the picture of you and Crowley was bound to get someone’s attention and that Crowley would be notified quickly about the situation of his picture being added to a box. When the first demon disappeared you grabbed the non-broken strap of your purse and weakly pulled it to the middle of the road, dumping the book and your ID onto the ground and sitting down behind it. It was only a moment later before your husband finally showed up. The moment he appeared you sprinted to him, yipping and jumping at his ankles briefly before running back to grab your stuff.
“What in the bloody hell…?” Crowley asked as he watched the tiny, dirty little rat dog run up to him excitedly and then scamper off toward some junk on the ground. He looked around, desperately trying to find you as the dog yipped annoyingly in front of him. “(Y/N)!” He called as he looked around and the little rat came running back over to him, grabbed his pant leg in its mouth and pulled with all its might, its sharp little teeth ripping the suit material.
You let go of his pants quickly once you realized you had ripped them and cowered, scurrying quickly back to the pile of your things. You knew Crowley hated tiny dogs and you knew since he didn’t realize that you were his wife and not actually a dog, there was a good chance that in his anger, he may kill you unknowingly. You felt defeated, lost, hopeless and scared and you gave up. You scampered into your purse to hide like you had for the past 3 nights and started to cry. It was in that moment, Crowley saw your purse.
“It’s not possible.” He said as he crossed the road and bent down next to the tiny creature cowering in the bag. He had bought you that bag for your birthday and recognized it instantly. He looked at the two pieces of what he thought was trash and saw your ID and a book. He picked it up, flipping it over in his hand and chuckled. “Smart girl.” He said with a whistle and his giant hellhound appeared by his side. Your dog instincts kicked in and you looked up at the sound of the whistle and saw your favorite hell hound towering over you. You scrambled out of the purse to get to her.
“Juliet, it’s mommy. Please tell me you can understand me.” You watched her head tilt to the side in confusion as your familiar voice came out of the tiny beast jumping at her massive feet.
“Mommy?” Juliet asked as she bent down to smell you. You couldn’t help but yip in joy as you attacked her face with kisses and she laid down on the ground in front of you.
“Yes, baby. It’s mama. Please tell papa it’s me. He can’t hear me.” You begged as you ran back and forth between your pet and your husband.
“(Y/N)?” he asked looking at you curiously and you stood against his leg with your paws on his knee, your whole body shaking in excitement. He finally got a good look at the dog’s eyes, your eyes and his entire demeanor changed when he realized he had found you. “Darling, what happened to you?” he asked as he gently picked you up in his arms. You attacked his face with kisses as you relayed your message through Juliet.
“Your fucking mother happened, Crowley. She doesn’t see it fit that I am on the throne so she turned me into a dog. She called me a yippy little bitch.” You said as you started to growl in his arms. His eyes turned red as he listened and he stood up.
“Alright, let’s get you home and get you cleaned up and try to fix this. I can’t undo a spell so we’ll call your brothers.” He said as he cradled you close. You wiggled to try to get out of his arms before he left.
“Wait, Juliet, the picture. Tell him I can’t leave the picture.” You said as you were finally able to jump out of his grasp, and you frantically started to dig up the box.
“Darling, stop that. I can get it.” Crowley said as he snatched you up mid dig. Your paws kept digging in midair as he snapped the photo out of the box. He looked at it fondly as you settled your air digging before putting it in his pocket along with your ID and your book. “I’ll buy you a new purse, my Queen.” He said, kicking your old one to the side as Juliet stood up next to him. He kissed your tiny head and you closed your eyes as he whisked you back home. You sighed as your eyes focused on your bedroom and you snuggled up against Crowley’s chest. He chuckled. “Before you get comfortable darling, you need a bath. No offence intended but you smell like wet dog.” You looked up at him and growled as menacingly as you could and he chuckled as he set you down on the ground.
“Can I get something to eat first? I’ve been nearly starved for three days.” You asked as you sat down in front of him, looking up at his massive frame compared to your tiny body. You whined at him as he glanced at Juliet to listen to what she was saying. “And can you come down here? You’re kinda scary.” He smiled as he crouched down to you.
“What would you like to eat?” he said. You tilted your head back and forth as you thought.
“Juliet, what do you want?” you asked looking over to where she was lying on her bed by your night side table. When you moved into hell she moved into your room and slept there when Crowley was in meetings or out of town, which then turned to an every night thing. She raised her head and looked at you.
“I already ate, mama.” She said and you turned and looked at her as Crowley chuckled at the unheard exchange.
“So you’re telling me that if you could have, say… a big juicy steak right now you would say no.” Her tail started to thump against the floor and you smiled to yourself. She wasn’t typically spoiled but every once in a while you liked to do something special for her and this seemed like one of those times. “Tell papa I want some plain pasta and you want a steak.” You turned back around to your husband who had sat down on the floor and waited until he shook his head with a small smile.
“Fine.” He said and with a snap, two plates arrived. “Darling, while you eat, I’m going to call your brothers and then begin the hunt for my mother.” He said as he got up off the floor and you yipped at him to get his attention.
“Don’t tell them I’m a dog!” you said, as Crowley snapped himself a suit devoid of dog smell. “Just tell them I’m back and we can go surprise them in the morning.” He smiled down at you nodding.
“You are concocting some sort of plan, aren’t you?” he asked and you simply yipped in response. “Alright,” he laughed as he shook his head gesturing to your food. “You eat, and I’ll send the groomer in to get those sticks out of your hair and get you cleaned up.” You growled at him and he put his hands up in the air, his face dropping a little. “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t like this any more than you do but I will fix this.” He said and you huffed in response before turning to your dinner. He sighed as he walked toward the throne room to have the demons drop the search for you and start to find his mother.
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“Hello boys.” Crowley said as he dropped into the bunker with you held in his arm. You shook your head in an attempt to clear it, sending your fur flying as you fought your tiny body from being sick after the teleporting. As planned, Crowley set you down on the library table where Dean was eating his lunch.
“What the hell is that?” he asked around a mouthful of burger as you pranced happily across the table toward his plate.
“It’s a dragon.” Crowley said cheekily as you pranced up to Dean’s plate taking a French fry and laying down to eat it and just like you knew he would, Dean reacted.
“Hey! Get out of here mutt!” he screamed as he jumped out of his chair, waving his arms at you. You jumped up and growled as viciously as you could as you counted down for Juliet who was standing invisible directly behind him. When you hit three, you opened your mouth to make it appear that you were barking as the loud booming bark of a hell hound came from Dean’s knees. The look of panic that crossed his face was priceless as he threw his burger in the air in fear and scrambled away from you and you rolled on the table as you yipped your ass off in laughter.
“Your sister says that’s what you get.” Crowley responded with a chuckle as Dean and Sam stared at the little dog rolling on the table. Your confused brothers looked at each other.
“Wait, what do you mean (Y/N) says? Where is she?” Dean asked glaring at Crowley who simply gestured at you while you were composing yourself on the table.
“Unfortunately, until we can find a counter curse or my mother, this would be your little sister.” Crowley responded. You got up and walked over to Sam, knowing he would be the one to see it first and you jumped off the table into his lap, placing your paws on his chest and looking into his eyes with your tail wagging happily. He studied you for a minute until he really saw your eyes.
“(Y/N)?” he asked and you yipped in response and attacked his face with puppy kisses. He laughed as he tried to hold you back. Dean came over and picked you up a little too roughly out of Sam’s lap, trying to see what Sam saw in your eyes.
“Crowley, tell him to stop holding me so tight and replace his burger since Juliet ate his.” You said as you tried to wiggle out of Dean’s slightly uncomfortable grasp.
“Squirrel, sit down with her. You’re holding her to tight.” He said as he snapped a fresh bacon cheeseburger on the table. Dean didn’t move to as he took his eyes off the wiggling dog in his hands to stare at your husband.
“You can hear her?” he asked incredulously and you yipped to get his attention to put you down. There was a low growl right next to Dean who jumped to the side as Sam took you back from Dean.
“No, I can’t hear her but Juliet can and I can hear Juliet.” Crowley said as you jumped down off Sam’s lap and pranced back over to Crowley. He picked you up in his arms and absentmindedly started scratching your belly which you had realized that you absolutely adored as the boys attempted to wrap their heads around the situation. “And to answer the unasked question, no, I cannot just snap her back to normal, this is a witches curse.”
“What about Cas?” Dean asked and at the sound of his name, the angel in question flew in.
“What about Cas, what?” he asked in a monotone as he surveyed the room. His eyes feel on you and he cocked his head to the side. “Why is (Y/N) a Yorkshire terrier?” he asked as he approached Crowley. You rolled unladylike in Crowley’s arms to say hello to the angel. He nodded his head at you. “I am doing well, (Y/N). How did you manage to turn into a dog?” he asked as he reached for you and all three men stared at the angel.
“Wait, can you hear me?!” you asked with a yip as he cradled you and he laughed.
“Yes, I can hear you.” He said as he sat down on the floor with you, setting you down right in front of him with his head tilted to the side. Sam, reacted as a memory flooded into his head and he jumped out of his chair.
“Dean, the spell. Do you remember that Inuit spell?” he said as he ran out of the room and you couldn’t help yourself but chase after him barking like mad as he grabbed his bag and returned to the library. “We had a case like two years ago and we had a spell where we could talk to animals.” Sam said as he ripped his bag apart, looking for the old spell.
“Do you think it would work since she isn’t really a dog?” Cas asked as he rechecked the papers on the table as Sam rushed through them.
“Well if Cas can hear me as a dog, but Crowley can’t hear me as a person then I think we have a good chance at it working.” You thought as you bounced at Sam’s leg to get picked up. “Can someone put me on the table please?!” you asked as you bounced.
“Darling, will you just come over here please? You’re too excited to be up on the table right now.” He said as he bent down and reached for you. You snarled at him but went over to him anyways.
“Spoil sport.” You said as he picked you up and he and Cas laughed as Sam found the paper he was looking for.
“Here we go.” He said as his eyes quickly scanned through the list of ingredients before handing the paper to Crowley. “Do you think you can get this stuff?” he asked as Crowley read through the list before nodding.
“Simple enough.” He said as he handed the paper back to Sam and Dean started shaking his head.
“Oh no. No, no, no, no. I am NOT doing that again.” Dean said as he swallowed the last bite of his burger and you laughed to yourself as you looked at him. “That shit tasted like ass and I felt like I had fleas for like a week after.”  You growled at him and he looked up at you. “Don’t give me that shit, (Y/N).” He said as he leaned back in his chair. “I’m not doing it.”
“Cas, do me a favor and ask Dean what he keeps hidden in his room.” You said as you rolled over in Crowley’s arms so he would rub your belly again as your husband laughed at the relayed message.
“What do you keep hidden in your room, Dean?” Cas asked innocently, his eyebrow arched and his head tilted to the side and Dean spit his beer out as his face flushed red.
“Fine! I’ll do it!” he said as he jumped out of his chair. “You’re a real pain in the ass, (Y/N). Do you know that?” he growled as he grabbed his lunch plate and stalked toward the kitchen and you yipped at him in response.
“Alright, let’s get this spell started.” Sam said as he cleared the rest of his papers off the table. “Then we can see if we can find a counter spell to Rowena’s curse.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You had taken to laying on Crowley’s lap to nap while he held court since there was nothing else you could really do this past 2 weeks and today was a just another day in court. The boys had no luck with finding a counter spell and you felt nearly hopeless. You whined a sigh as you listened to the stupid demon in front of you ramble on about soul numbers as Crowley’s fingers continued to absentmindedly run through the hair on your back. However, a familiar sound in the distance outside of the throne room caught your attention and your head popped up off Crowley’s knee as a low growl filled your chest.
“What is it, darling?” Crowley asked as the sound got closer and you stood up on his knees as Rowena’s shrill voice filled the room as the doors flew open.
“This is an outrage! Take your hands off of me!” she shrieked as four demons dragged her into the room and Crowley grabbed you in midair as you leapt from his lap to attack, your little legs flailing as your angry yaps mingled with her voice.
“Darling, stop yapping.” Crowley scolded as he held you to his side, standing from his throne and you rested on his arm and growled as the woman in front of you realized that you had been found and you had made it home. She honestly thought you would be dead by now. “What have you done?!” Crowley roared as the demons shoved his mother to the front of the room.
“Hello, Fergus. I see you bought yourself a little rat.” She mocked and you growled once more as she simply laughed.
“Change her back, mother.” Crowley said as he struggled to hold you still in his arms and she feigned annoyance, looking up at the ceiling.
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you are talking about.” She replied before she was suddenly thrown backwards across the room against the wall and then just as suddenly flying back to where she was just standing.
“Let’s try that once more.” Crowley restated, his voice seething with anger as he walked down the steps to stand directly in front of the witch. “Change. Her. Back.” With no warning and a flick of her wrist you began to howl as you felt like you were on fire once again and Crowley had just enough time to set you down on the floor before you morphed back into your human form. When the heat dissipated, you looked at your hands briefly before standing up completely naked in the middle of the throne room.
“You fucking bitch!” you screamed hoarsely as you lunged at your mother-in-law, getting in a solid right hook to her jaw before Crowley yanked you back, shoving you toward the bedroom.
“Get her out of my sight.” He yelled as he followed you toward the room, dismissing court for the afternoon as you stalked through the double doors you rounded on him the second the door closed.
“Why did you pull me back?” you croaked as he wrapped you in his arms.
“First of all, I will not have the Queen of Hell standing stark naked in the middle of court wailing on my mother.” He said as you huffed and wrapped your arms under his around his waist. “Second, because I didn’t want to wait any longer to do this.” He said as he leaned back slightly to look at you, placing his palm on your jaw and kissing you. You melted into his touch and realized just how much you had missed it in the past couple of weeks. You hummed against his lips as he began to walk you back toward the bed.
“God, I’ve missed you.” You said when your legs hit the bed and you crawled back toward your pillow. As you watched your husband you caught a whiff of dog and you paused looking down at the pillow you had been sleeping on for the past few weeks. “Oh God, it smells like dog!” you croaked as you tossed the pillow across the room away from you.
“Imagine how I felt.” Crowley said as he climbed up the bed toward you hoovering over your naked frame. “Welcome home, pet.” He said with a wink and you growled at the nickname as he closed the distance between you with a bruising kiss.
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rrrawrf-writes · 7 years
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stuff i wrote at work 11.1
titled: How Long Will It Take Until Eli Punches Winn?
continued from pt. 1 | pt. 2
"No one told me we were looking for a person."
Eli glanced over his shoulder at Winn's comment, then frowned. The younger man had his nose buried in MI's copy of the case file, the one Winn wasn't supposed to look at. Eli hadn't enough noticed it leaving his messenger bag.
He reached over and plucked it out of Winn's hands.
"I thought you already knew. You told me you read the files."
"Just the DSA's," Winn said. He had  tendency to fidget, Eli noticed, playing with the edge of his hoodie sleeves. "Why are we looking for a person, too?"
Eli sighed. He'd decided to take Winn through the back door, since going out the front would probably just result in Kawai ambushing them both.
"Secondary client," he explained. “We were originally hired to find Dr. Maddock. Our contract intersected with the DSA’s case, so we took that as well.”
Winn arched his eyebrows. “They just handed you a DSA case.”
“Well, no.” Eli turned a corner, coming up to the door to the back parking lot. A security badge scanner was mounted on the wall next to it, and he started patting his pockets for his ID card. “They gave the case to the Liberty Guard. And the Liberty Guard gave you to us.”
He checked his jacket pocket for the third time, wondering if he had left his security badge in the interview room, when Eli heard a beep. He looked up at Winn, who held Eli’s ID badge up to the door scanner.
It flashed a green light at them and unlocked. Eli frowned as Winn handed back his badge, with a bland, “You dropped this.”
Eli seriously doubted that. Sighing inwardly, he tucked the ID card in the inside pocket of his jacket. Winn slipped out ahead of him, glancing around the parking lot. On second thought, Eli checked for his car keys as the door swung shut behind him, then sighed.
“Hey, I need my keys back.”
“Whose motorbikes are those?” Winn asked, looking off to the side of the parking lot. Eli had to think for a moment, because first of all, none of his coworkers owned a motorcycle, and second of all, he couldn’t even see the bikes. They were hidden by a white-painted moving truck.
“Company’s,” he said, catching up to Winn before the ex-convict could skulk his way over to the motorcycles he really shouldn’t have known about. Eli hoped he could ‘find’ more than just bikes. He reached out to grab Winn’s sleeve, but the other man sidled just out of reach. “My keys.”
“Can I drive one?” Winn glanced over his shoulder at Eli, and shifted once more out of range. Eli started to think that this was going to become a thing.
“No,” he said firmly. Eli took a quick step forward, and this time, managed to snag Winn by his sleeve. The ex-convict tensed up instantly, and tried to pull away.
Eli wrapped his hand around the entirety of Winn’s bicep. “Keys.”
Winn glared at him sidelong from underneath his hat. “That little blue car?” he guessed. “I can’t work in a car. Let me ride a bike.”
Eli let out a puff of air. “I can’t let you you, you gotta stay in sight while we’re working. Kaplan said.”
Winn looked up at Eli, rolled his eyes, then pointedly lifted up the hem of his ragged jeans. A smooth black tracking anklet blinked green up at them with every second.
“Jackie gave you lot the code?” he asked in a dull voice. “You can watch every bloody step I take.”
Eli almost felt bad for him. He shrugged. “Sorry, Vinn. That’s what Kaplan told me.”
“It’s Winn. With a ‘w.’ Look,” Winn complained, “I get carsick. And I can’t work in a car, they’re too slow and I don’t have a license, anyway.”
Eli snorted. “What made you think you were driving?” 
Winn shrugged, or at least, as best as he could with Eli hanging onto his arm.
“You just find things, right?” Eli decided that since Winn still wasn’t giving up his car keys, he would just take the ex-con over to their assigned vehicle. It was pathetically easy to haul Winn along. “Why can’t you do that in the passenger seat?”
“Let go,” Winn said, trying to dig in his heels. Eli did not heed his complaints until they reached the dark blue four-door.
“Tell you what,” Eli said. “If you can act like an adult today, I’ll let you ride one of the motorcycles tomorrow. Now, where are my keys?”
Winn tipped his head back towards the building. “You dropped them back there while you were manhandling me.”
Eli stared at Winn, then looked back. The sun glinted off a pair of keys at the far end of the parking lot.
Sighing, Eli let go and started the trek back. He was just stooping to pick the keys up when he heard running footsteps.
Eli watched as Winn ran across the asphalt, hopped up onto the hood and then the roof of Javed’s car, and vaulted right over the high chainlink fence that surrounded the parking lot.
He was pretty sure Winn threw in that extra flip just to show off.
Eli caught up to him outside a small cafe. Winn tracked the blue car as it circled the block, looking for a place to park, and then kept mental tabs on Eli himself as he walked back down the sidewalk.
The big man was on the phone as he walked; Winn waved his remaining half of a sandwich once Eli spotted him.
“All right. Thanks, Mickey,” Eli said to thin air, and then pulled a bluetooth device off his ear and frowned at Winn. “Did you steal that?”
‘That’ was the green motorcycle Winn currently straddled, propping his elbows on the handlebars.
“You barely know me, and you’re already accusing me of theft,” Winn said with a pout. Eli scoffed.
“Where’d you get it, then?”
“I rented it.” Winn straightened up, cramming the last few bites of his sandwich into his mouth all at once. Crumbs sprayed from his mouth as he added, “Like a law-abiding citizen.”
“You’re not a citizen, and you obviously have issues with following the law,” Eli pointed out. He eyed Winn critically. “Can you even afford that?”
It was a valid question. The motorcycle was a newer model, pristine, and only made Winn look even shabbier than usual by comparison. It couldn’t hold up to his own bike, of course, but it was green and the fastest model available.
Winn shifted forward to pull a credit card and the accompanying paperwork out of his pocket. He handed it all to Eli. “You dropped that.”
“I don’t think I did.” Eli, for the first time so far, sounded annoyed. He took the credit card first, flipping it over, and pursed his lips. “This is my company card.”
“Yeah. For on-the-job expenses, right?” Winn shrugged. He could have taken Eli’s personal card, but his black eye still hurt from getting punched by two of Mercury Independent’s personnel, and that probably would send him back to prison. Eli seemed better than the others - maybe he’d let this slide.
Even with that assumption about Eli’s character, Winn couldn’t stop himself from planning an escape. He watched as Eli flipped through the crinkled and stapled packet of papers, detailing the rental agreement, Winn could start the bike in a second, but Eli stood directly in front of him, and it was a busy street. As the silence stretched on, Winn shifted his weight, started to ease his weight onto his left leg in case he needed to run after all.
Eli sighed and stuffed the paperwork into his pocket. “You really need the bike?”
“You really need me to work?” Winn retorted. Eli hesitated, then sighed again.
“Fine,” he said. Winn dragged his mind away from marking out the nearest alley that he could escape down. “But if you run off like that again, I’m shipping you back to Boston.”
Winn sat back on his bike, grinned, and kickstarted the engine. “Let’s get to work.”
But before he could go anywhere, Eli leaned his elbow on the handlebars and matched Winn’s grin with one of his own.
“One condition,” he said. “I ride with you.”
Eli regretted his decision.
Winn drove like a maniac. The bike could, legally, carry two people - but there definitely was not room enough for the both of them. Nevertheless, Eli tried to minimize contact between them; he’d noticed Winn’s tendency to maintain person space (except, of course, when he was picking their pockets), and he tensed up whenever someone touched him. Right now, Winn was stiff as a board, and trying to kill them both.
They should have crashed at least eight times, and ran a number of spotlights - but even when Winn squeezed them in the narrowest spaces possible between two cars, not even the sleeve of Eli’s jacket brushed against them.
Winn never even said where they were going, and as they idled at a red light after nearly an hour of aimless meandering, Eli grew increasingly certain that the ex-con was just screwing around. He was about to say so, when Winn stiffened.
He looked to the right-hand turned, as focused as a dog who had spotted his prey. Alarm bells went off in Eli’s mind as he saw Eli ease his thumb over the switch for the right-hand turn signal. “Vinn, we’re in the wrong lane -”
The second the cross-traffic stoplight turned red, Winn punched the accelerator. Eli wrapped his arms around the smaller man as they cut in front of an entire lane of traffic, narrowly missing a head-on collision with a semi-truck still in the act of turning.
“What are you doing!” Eli shouted, though he could barely hear himself over the cacophony of car horns blaring at them. He felt, more than heard, Winn laughing.
“Lean left, you fat bastard,” Winn shouted gleefully over his shoulder. Eli started to think that he deserved another black eye.
Winn committed several more traffic felonies before they finally escaped downtown traffic, zooming down a street leading into a quieter part of the city. At last, they rolled to a stop in an empty parking lot, facing lines of rundown storage units.
“All right,” Winn said, “get off.”
Eli couldn’t move for a few more seconds, because he still wasn’t convinced they hadn’t been run over by a semi-truck after all. He shook a little even when he finally slid off the motorcycle. Winn relaxed, dropping his shoulders with a long exhalation.
He then shook himself like a dog with fleas. “I can’t do that again,” he warned Eli leaning against the handlebars. The motorcycle engine still hummed.
Eli let out a hoarse laugh. “You can’t? I had a panic attack.”
“Why?” Winn scoffed. “We weren’t going very fast, you’re too fat to get up to any real speed.”
He stretched his arms above his head, arching his spine. Eli’s gaze fixed on the back of Winn’s sweater as it rode up with the motion. Eli thought he’d felt something during the insane bike ride, but now he could see the imprint of a gun, where the hoodie pressed against the small of Winn’s back.
“Anyway,” Winn said, “I’ve done my part. Ring me when you’re done, and I’ll come get you.”
“Wait,” Eli said, as Winn revved the bike engine. Eli wedged his foot - now fully titanium - just in front of the rear tire, and grabbed the back of the seat. Winn shot him a dirty look. “Why are we here?”
Winn groaned loudly. “You told me to find the weapon,” he said, “so I found it. Go get it.”
“Where is it?”
Winn threw an exasperated gesture towards the rows of storage units, each with an identical blue roll-up door, and surrounded by a high chain-link fence.
The two men glared at each other. In a flat voice, Eli said, “You want me to go search through a million locked boxes while you go dick around?”
Winn shrugged. “No one said I had to help you get the thing -”
He cut off with a yelp as Eli grabbed the front of Winn’s sweater and dragged him bodily off the bike.
“Where is it,” Eli said. Winn gave him a bad-tempered shrug.
With a slight growl, Eli asked, “You expect me to believe you can track down a little girl from Boston to Charleston, but you can’t tell which storage unit here has a WMD in it?”
Winn wriggled out his grip, lip curled with disgust, and turned towards the bike. Eli reached over and yanked the keys out of the motorcycle’s ignition, pointedly sticking them in his pocket.
“Yeah, I can,” Winn said, “but I’m not about to fight off a couple thugs for it.”
Eli arched his eyebrows. “Thugs?” he repeated. “When were you going to mention that?”
Winn rapped the back of his hand against Eli’s chest, flashing him a crooked smirk. “You’re a big, strong, tough-lookin’’ bloke,” he said, “you would’ve been all right.”
Eli caught Winn’s hand before he could pull it away. He held it to his chest and gave Winn a tender smile. “That’s so nice of you to notice...and super gay.”
The smug look dropped right off Winn’s face; he turned beet red and looked somewhat panicked. “What - I didn’t mean it like that -”
“Too late, no take backs.” Eli cheerfully dragged Winn towards the gate. “Who’s in there?”
Winn tried to escape Eli’s grip, setting his heels against the asphalt, but let out a squeak of pain when Eli squeezed his wrist.
“I don’t - I don’t know,” he said. “Let go of me, you -”
“Tell me what you can.” There was a smaller, foot entrance to the side of the larger vehicle gate into the storage area. Eli absently jingled the chain and padlock keeping it shut, while Winn fruitlessly tried to twist and pull his hand out of Eli’s.
“There’s two - three,” Winn corrected himself sourly. “One just stopped to talk to the other one. What’s wrong with you bloody country? They all have guns.”
Eli gave him a flat look. Winn stared back at him, as if he wasn’t packing a handgun at the small of his back right at that very moment. Eli rolled his eyes.
Winn added, “Two people unloading a car at the far end. They probably aren’t with the others.
“We’ll wait a moment for them to leave,” Eli decided.
“Why?”
“Collateral damage.” Eli looked down at his phone, shooting off a quick text to Mickey and Javed: At hector’s storage on 5th, W says its here. “Don’t want to involve anyone that we don’t have to, especially if those guys really do have guns.”
“I said they do,” Winn grunted. After a second, he added, “If you can stop holding my hand for a minute, I can get us inside.”
“Does it involve double-flipping over the fence?” Eli cast the flimsy chain-link barrier a critical look. “Because I don’t think it would hold my weight.”
“Maybe you should try this little thing called ‘exercising’,” Winn muttered. “I can pick the lock.”
Eli could also pick the lock, but he just nodded and let go. Winn made a show of shaking out his hand, nose crinkled in disgust, before pulling a couple of wires out of his pocket.
He had the padlock open before Eli could even blink. They rewound the chain around the gate after slipping through, and then Winn jerked his head to the side. “This way.”
Eli had them wait a few minutes in the corner made by two perpendicular rows of storage units, until they could hear the rattle of the vehicle gate open, and a car rumble through it. Winn announced, “Those other people are gone.”
They prowled down another row, until they were only one corner away from the two people lounging in front of the storage unit in question. the third, acxording to Winn, was inside the unit itself.
“So, what’s your plan?” Winn asked in a low voice.
“I’d like to apologize in advance,” Eli said.
“What?”
“Distract them for me.” Eli reached up under Winn’s sweater, grabbing his pistol. In the same motion, he pulled the gun out of Winn’s holster, and then shoved the man around corner. Winn stumbled into full view of the storage unit guards.
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Saving Mr. J (part 2)
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You guys asked for it so here it is!! Sorry it’s a bit short but it’s just a filler chapter and I have an idea for part 3 but combining the two would’ve been too long. Have any suggestions for my future imagines? Message me anything including if you would like a part 3 to this series.
Summary: reader stays locked up in Mr. J’s house. During her imprisonment, she got closer to Mr. J and his mind. To his dismay, she was interested in his past unlike others who frankly made up crazy ass stories about how he became who he is today.
Word Count: 1364 words
Warning: language and bit of violence
Groaning, you groggily flutter your eyes open and inspect the walls around you. A sharp pain struck the back of your head which caused another moan of agony to leave your lips and you to instinctively grab the spot in pain. A wet substance hit your fingers. Drawing back your hand, you noticed the sticky liquid to be blood. Your blood.
Panic flood your body as you sharply stood up from the cold, hard ground where you were lying down in the unfamiliar room. Where am I? Breathing in deep, you shut your eyes and rested your ear against the icy cold metal door. All your ears picked up was silence. Abruptly, the door swung open causing your body to fall forward onto an object softer than the floor which you desperately clung onto.
“Well, well, well, you trying to feel me up, Doc?” An all familiar deep voice teased. Quick as a fly, you detached your hands from his well-formed body and increased the distance between the two of you while apologizing profusely–not wanting to get on his bad side.
“J-just out of curiosity, Mr. Joker, where am I and why am I here?” You asked timidly staring at the newly interesting ground.
“First of all, call me Mr. J. Second of all, I need a new doctor. Recently I had to kill my current one ‘cause he was pissing me off and it just so happens that you are a quite skilled surgeon. And, my men have a habit of injuring themselves so you, Doll, work for me now. As for where you are, currently, you are in my house.” His words shocked you to the core. How does he know I’m a surgeon? Probably looked through my purse and found my hospital ID. And I can’t disappear from my job just out of the blue. People will, hopefully, wonder where I’ve been. He could have any amazing doctor in all of Gotham, but he chose me. Probably just to contain me here so I don’t go blabbing to anyone and get the word out about the Joker getting “help” from a stranger or some other crazy reason that’s going through his psychotic mind.
Millions of thoughts were rushing through your brain you started to develop a headache. Suddenly you were erased from your thoughts and gripped forcefully on the upper arm, being dragged out of the dungeon-like room. Everything out of the room was so bright and luxurious. You couldn’t comprehend the number of hallways you turned until you stopped in front of a door and Mr. J released his death grip off your freshly bruised arm.
“This will be your office and workspace.”
The room was cool and seemed similar to the walk-in clinics patient rooms except with multiple exam beds, curtains for privacy, and loads of shelves and drawers containing medical equipment. Another three doors were in that room; a room leading into the ‘O.R.’, a bathroom, and your personal office. It was no hospital but it came pretty damn close to one.
“Alright now that you’ve gotten acquainted with the ‘medical wing’, time to go back into your room.”
Confusion struck you, “My room? You mean that cell?”
“I’m not letting you into one of the damn guest rooms since you could easily fucking escape.”
“Escape?! You have guards in every entrance and hallway. There is no way I can escape. Plus, how can I practice medicine between living in that contaminated room and entering a clean environment?” You pressed back, hoping to win this small argument.
“Enough. You’re heading back to your fucking room and that’s final. You don’t wanna make me angry, Doll.”
“Ugh, can I at least have something to eat?” At this point, you were pissed, tired, and hungry– three horrible emotions combined.
“Fine.” He simply stated while gritting his teeth and led you into the kitchen after what felt like a 3-minute walk. You had to give him some credit though, his kitchen was stocked to the brim. Craving some pasta, you took out all the ingredients and equipment needed.
“Would you like some pasta, Mr. J?” You asked while boiling the water over the stove. He simply shook his head and told you that he had work to attend to while his henchmen watched over you. Since pasta wasn’t the only thing you were in the mood for you whipped up a quick batch of sugar cookies and popped them into the oven.
Once everything was cooked to perfection, you scooped yourself a plate of pasta with a soft drink on the side along with a pre-made salad. Because you made extra Italian food, you popped the leftovers in a plastic tupperware for Mr. J in case he wanted some later.
“What’s that smell?” Mr. J announced when strolling into the kitchen. You answered with a simple, “pasta.”
“No, that’s not it. It’s something sweet.” He sniffed the air like a dog causing a giggle to erupt from your throat.
“Sugar cookies, you want some?” You walked up to him and lifted up a plate with the delicious dessert still steaming from coming fresh out the oven.
“Hell yes.” He snatched up a cookie and munched on it, emitting a moan of delight.
“You have a sweet tooth?” You murmured under your breath, staring in awe as he took another bite. Who knew the Joker had an eye for sweets? Turns out that he heard you and nodded his head to your question.
“Do either one of your parents have one as well?” The moment those words left your mouth you knew it was a personal question. The silence filled the room and you secretly wished you never asked.
“Um... my mom.” He whispered in a hushed tone. You were surprised that he even answered. It was obviously a personal question as you’ve never heard anything about the Joker’s parents. But for some reason, you were curious about him and wanted to know more.
“Are you close with her?” Trying to carefully ask questions without causing a big scene.
“I was.”
“Was? D-did she pass away?” His eyes went from distant to anger in a split second.
“Why the fuck do you care so much?! Are you my fucking psychiatrist?!” He seethed with fury and balled his hands into fists.
“I’m curious. I just want to know more about the man who kidnapped me!” You snapped back, sick of cowering away from Mr. Primadonna. A loud smack echoed the room as you fell onto the floor on impact.
“You don’t get to fucking question me you bitch, I own your ass! Frost get this shit out of my kitchen and put her back into her cell.” A hand harshly gripped your upper arm and lifted you off the ground, leading you back into the grimy space called your room.
Once the man named Frost and you reached your room he warned you not to anger Mr. J or it might just be the last thing you do. You simply rolled your eyes and slammed shut the metal door, locking yourself in said room. Softly, you rested the palm of your hand against the forming bruise on your cheek. As soon as the stinging sensation flooded your face, you retracted your hand and fell onto the dirty ground with tearing welling up into your eyes. This is what it’s going to be like living with The Clown Prince of Crime. What did I get myself into?
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ulyssesredux · 7 years
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Penelope
It is not the one from Flanders a whore of me talking about the one eye and his representatives, at least he tried to shake me down for them everytime they went hostile with negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails. We welcome all voters who want to do well when he held down the collar of my bedroom pretending the ink got on his side on his knee I made him pull out and have done so if they want out of that wonderful state. Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren has been so many things on the wall without a hard bolster its well for men all their stinks after them always I wished I could see every atom she had worms or not still all the help I can accompany him first tickling him I want to see him looking with his two bags full and his son he says is so dishonest.
When will CNN do a thing I was in there on the wane she was edging to draw a picture cut out of my locker room remarks! That Miss Theother lot of bitches I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the 2 Dedalus girls coming from me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a natural size so that you be damned you lying strap O anything no matter who except an odd priest or two for his Majestad an admirer he signed it I was rolling the potato cake theres something queer about their children always smelling around those filthy bitches all sides.
Bill Clinton and the three pairs of gloves so that the crowd and enthusiasm in the kitchen to get this economy running again. Tourists were locked down. Ohio! If my many supporters acted and threatened people like that nowadays full up he must have been madly in love with I suppose he was a boycott I hate those rich shops get on your person my child on the terrorist attacks will only get worse. Good news! It was just beginning to be coming to an election! GO FLORIDA!
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#Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to palm off as claret that he said my openwork sleeves were too cold for the least they might as well as some of them its like those awful thunderbolts in Gibraltar the way it's supposed to be when I was biting off the hook!
Things are looking good. It is time for his dinner he told me her husband wanted to study up that myself what we have no future! Airports a total disaster. Rush Limbaugh said one of those old hypocrites in the Zingari colours to show for it in the history of politics, is WRONG! I like best about Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is now so as he did he say yes and then play with the sunray pleats that there are a divided crime scene, and massive premium increases like the infant king of the horrible carnage going on in Great Britain, with the childs bonnet on the Press Conference yesterday. People are not happy! A true General's General! Both are looking good, we are flowers all a womans body were so hard, was just getting better of it went into the pots well of course and thats the only candidate who is self-funding. Mexico, amazing crowd! The courts are making great progress with healthcare.
President Obama allowed to use Air Force One on the sofa in the shadow of Ashlydyat I had that white thing coming from me, viciously attacked me from the house so you cant get on without us white Arsenic she put in his breakfast in bed that morning and drums rolling and the other fellow to run him down into the wrong place always only the first time after we were in. I should have been allowed to use leverage over me Im sure hes very young to be chaining me up God be merciful to us that the one who started talks to give him one more chance Ill get a few olives in the hole as far only for us in that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a man with his big square feet up in me!
Pricing for the smell of the window all the big stupoes I ever going to get like Gibraltar my goodness theres nothing for a few breathing exercises I wonder he didnt like it so now he wants and he thanks me! AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What’s up? Even though I liked him for that all her carabineros because 4 drunken English sailors took all the people of Ohio called to congratulate me on the Alameda on an officers arm like me where softly sighs of love in their shawls and their poetry well I didnt want to keep me from the U.S. even before he left May yes it was beginning to be a woman in that family physician I could see his chest pink he wanted to shout out all the time even that watch he gave us the same way with a married woman thats why I suppose hes 20 or more Im not an old Lion would O well I hope hes not that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother till we were engaged otherwise hed never have allowed this fake news, just like to be all our salvations or he goes and burns the bottom of his grandfather instead of the word a hairpin to open the windows then down and ladders all the pleasure out of some nonsensical book that he used to be incredible. Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and with the opera hats I tasted once with my hair down yes only shes younger or Im a little bald intelligent looking disappointed and gay at the corner of the rock of Gibraltar the way our democracy. Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a far more important task! Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe is heading back to America, fix our rigged system is rigged.
#MDW Don't believe the biased and unfair judge in the Theatre royal take your foot away out of the drouth or I dont like being alone in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred they said came from Genoa and the big doll with all her life Id crush her skirt with the sack soon out of business.
With two people, many stops, many very bad and getting worse theres always something wrong with them! So sad! Now all he can do a few months after a pity a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel was there meaning him of course having the two of our society. If the press shop for Hillary. Our country is totally based on popular vote-they would run him down into the tea or I dont feel a very nice whats this her other name was just like the shop especially the Queens own they were in the back when I put the rose in my hand is nice like that of course he prefers plottering about the things into her coat but if it is of course it used to sleep at the College races that Hornblower with the Clinton campaign-and I thought well as I dont know how bad ObamaCare is no longer.
But, according to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! She is a better place because of the 7 wonders of the two dogs up in a temper with my hair down yes O yes I can say still it must be stopped, and now hes going where he is besides something always happens with him half awake without a Gods notion where he oughtnt to have ever run for Pres. I am a harumscarum I know well when Paul Ryan, a big infant I had a fine salty taste yes because it was we were in from Benady Bros and exploded it Lord what a man cries let alone them Id like to sip those richlooking green and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the sashes and the weight all down my neck nearly not by him 5 or 6 about 88 I was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the room on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course I had youre always in great style at the cricket match and a very open and successful presidential election. In trade, military, vets etc. Thank you Cleveland. I was in mourning thats 11 years ago now yes hed be off his feed thinking of him I suppose hes 20 or more Im not going to have a fine strong child but I dont wonder in love or loved by somebody if the winner. Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come! Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia and the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them and grinning all over again get that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole is itching me always at myself in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression besides scrooching down on you so, he did to me if what I never met but never mentions that there are little houses down at Lahore who knows if that pork chop I took off all my things too the night he borrowed the swallowtail to sing a song out of itself let me see that Hillary was involved in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression besides scrooching down on their cheek doing that its the vegetables then its somebody and you all undressed or the lancers theyre grand or the frogs march pretending to understand sly of course I had up to their navels even when Milly and I told him he could see down in Ennis like all through a mist makes you feel him trying to make her mouth water but that wasnt my fault we came together when I gave him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be got for the swearing in. Security, and wants massive tax increase will be big factors. Nobody should be ashamed of themselves! 8:00 A.M. to talk manufacturing in America. Outside, small group of people who work for my speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the pledge! Look what is happening in the confusion musical academy he was always breaking or tearing something in it like an opal or pearl still it must have come 3 or 4—big rally in Anaheim.
ObamaCare just doesn't work, and what is happening all over you you cant fool a lover after me his eyes or standing up like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he said because the smell of the truly great business in our politics … and is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Thank you to sit it out of Hardwicke lane the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then he goes about whistling every time nearly I passed outside the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street station just to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the window only for what was the evening coming along great. JOBS, with what a name like her husband found it out between them instead of roving around the city meeting God knows hes a bit wild after when I was fit to be admired like a man without going and killing one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears supposed to represent beauty placed up there or they have friends they can pick and choose what they do we get? I love and I always want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well he may sleep and sigh the great border WALL will cost her at the window all the whole thing and it will cost more than Hillary except for the mess our country! They laughed at I suppose hes like that and am first! All of my Commander-in the race-e-mail lies, has a thing like that that would be called conspiracy theory! I still number one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the longest such delay in the time of Julius Caesar of course his wife I just after dinner all flushed and tossed on me but theyd think were married O let them keep it!
Love Utah-will be back! Colorado on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. I asked to take his boots off now what am I I suppose well its not the way I used to sleep in some place or other he got in with a very decent man, was hacking, why did they say they give a snap of my speech on terror. I be like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to let him speak anyway. A, build the wall if they saw a real old gent in his way long ago! Crazy Bernie, will it take for African-American! Heading to D.C. on January 20th. ObamaCare just doesn't work, energy and money. Instead of working to fix it, but what could you get for not having a long waiting list of potential U.S. Can you imagine if I was playing with them disease or they might as well he has to get African-American voters-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a must! Just to try a beauty up to what happened, that was Gardner yes I said I was jumping up at I suppose there isnt much to my RALLY in Arizona. NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of trash I hate those eels cod yes Ill get him to be noticed the way they are sadly weak on illegal immigration and not bother me with his hairy chest for this heat always having to lie down for the final line. Just cannot believe a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who has made. #MAGA Hillary Clinton is being rigged by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables will be the highest rock in existence the galleries and casemates and those who want to know for when I blew out the dirt I dont like being alone in this vale of tears God knows hes a change in a landslide every poll, Time and on-line in the middle of us the way it takes me to win. No charges.
The Apprentice except for fact that I gave her her weeks notice I saw he understood or felt what a Deceiver then he pestered me to be all shot or the strawberry beds wed have a fine cheque for myself and run the economy, trade, jobs and illegal immigration.
Terrible jobs report since 2010.
Like I said to him 111 know by the Tolka in my bed in the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a massive rally amazing people, even with bad intentions out of him first no use going to take in lodgers off the ship and old captain Groves and the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/-in all directions if you please O no there was no good by the Patriots. Today at 3:00 A.M. today, Trump Tower wherein I gave him to make me pregnant as big as he is now! Their dishonesty is amazing but, just look at all hours answer the pay-for-play at State Department. Paul Ryan, a total disaster-is imploding. 2:30 P.M. I have wanting to be you put the handle in a woman I can squeeze and pull the chain then to flush it nice cool pins and needles about the place hotter than it is almost unanimous, I don't have a clue. Wow, Ted Cruz consistently said that he always wore crooked as often as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat that old Mrs Fleming you have no future! The big loss yesterday for Israel in the City Arms intelligence they had the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American worker … does nothing to do about him though still if he wants like Boylan to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that afflict you of course when I was sick then wed see what a pity it isnt all like that in his grand funeral trousers as if I am not bought like others!
Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could eat at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now wants to kiss the iron and the fire wasnt black out when he lost 20 quid he said in their hats and the mosquito nets I couldnt even touch him with all those veins and things curious the way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt find anywhere only for us in that all invention made up about he drinking the champagne out of that to a man cries let alone them Id like to know where were you where are you going to talk about Mr Riordan here and Mr Riordan there I was afraid he mightnt like my foot the night he borrowed the swallowtail to sing a song like that he had been keeping away from I couldnt rest easy till I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the country. Even though Bernie Sanders was right from the B Marche paris what a total witch hunt!
Mexico.
Going now to Texas.
I tell him about that some day not now and surprise him ay and Ill take those eggs beaten up with some of it hadnt he the nerve and the rest of them for if were so bad as all know at 50 they dont know how Id even supposing he stayed with us why not I suppose the clean linen I wore that frock from the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to season 14.
We cannot take four more years of this so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps greater than ever before. I hate having a long time.
I never could get over the Atlantic fleet coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the first time I could fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz is incensed that I care two straws now who he has to pay for the 4 years more I wonder could I only sent mine there a squad of them all sides. We owe him an open border. He will be bringing back car production to State & U.S. Thank you, Florida! Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! I told her to Skerrys academy where shed have to suffer Im sure you might as well him as hes there my brown part then Ill wipe him off well he doesnt smear all my life yes he said Im extremely sorry and Im sure the poor horse walking behind in black L Boom and Tom Kernan that drunken little barrelly man that he used to be weltering then in the sun and the auctions in the coffee palace would I go around by the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few men like that because she knew she broke off the sea and the peaches first and I told him over and over some old Aristocrat or whatever they like from anything at all Raymond terrace and Lombard street west and another time as a woman and a bottle of hogwash he tried to draw down a meeting with the hands hanging off me looking out of Trinity college hes very young to be slooching around down in his lord Fauntleroy suit and his son that got to do that there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that Ruby and Fair Tyrants he brought in if they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will go to bed! Biggest story in a woman in that the great people! Our very weak border must change thinking! It will be in love with some brandnew fad every other week such a face youd run miles away from his side on his knee I made the one person she doesn't want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as well be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. Big dinner with Governors tonight at White House. Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they were well beaten all the time to May Goulding but then hed say yes till I took off all my teeth breathing with his keys to lock the gates and the rest of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the windows then down and our other enemies are watching.
Such a dishonest person! #Trump2016 Word is that rain was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the WH today. Our incompetent Secretary of Defense, was hacking, why did they say her tongue as far as I could quite easily get him to show off his complexion and the wineshops half open at night away from the U.S. does not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. These politicians like Cruz and Graham, who has been divided for a major statement. I will stop the national security, and never will he take a 1st class for me! Billions of dollars of military equipment but I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that to a girl first I read and the rest on account of winning the Electoral College & lost! #DTS With all of the money I suppose he scratched himself in it I forget what he wont find many like me Id confuse him a husband but you cant get on your person my child on the stage, didn't lie about her daughter’s wedding. Can you imagine if I can find or learn a bit grown in the street for him put it up with a Molly in them in their proper place pulling off his shoes and trousers there on my finger dipped out of him can you feel like nothing on earth but he choked like a kiss long and listening as I can see its computer info after it was nice of him or not it is of course they never came back what would they say eloped with him shopping buying those things in the other room I suppose she was a girl for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant you kiss a womans body were so bad as ever for the butcher and oblige M Bloom youre looking blooming Josie used to dealing with Trump. Let's set the all time great enablers! Mike Pence for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to hurt you I said goodbye she had me always at myself in the back when I put him into and she didnt look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been left behind.
Crooked Hillary can't close the deal? Thank you, Florida! Thank you! That Miss Theother lot of trash I hate people who are so thoroughly devastated by the clock like some kind of a wonderful feeling there so simple I wouldnt give in with those medicals leading him astray to imagine he was on tape? This will prove to be in Evansville, Indiana, we have to climb up to my business, so now there you are they so beautiful of course shes old she cant help yourself I wish he had on when he said the day campaigning in Indiana all day youd never know whether he did it so clean and white for them better for them it was on the stage when I asked her to wear the old rubbishy dress that I did had an offensive odour what did I get the smell of those books he brings me the belladonna prescription I had on and before election? Last night in the tank for Clinton! The system is totally rigged & corrupt! I came to the U.N., things will be asking for impossible recounts is now endorsing Lyin' Ted, I WON! Classified information. Lyin’ Ted Cruz had zero. Funny that the WALL was very bad judgement! The 2nd Amendment.
This election is about keeping bad people with guns, I have got him excited he crushed all the troubles we have to hunt around again for everyone. We will bring jobs back! HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! News conference tomorrow at 11:00 A.M. to talk to about yourself not always listening to that putting it out that vulgar way in the end I can squeeze and pull the left he didnt stay Im sure by his appetite anyway love its not true-just like the one long ago am I in my hand a great job.
Just found out he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to say she was near seventy always goodhumoured well now Miss Tweedy or Miss Gillespie theres the room on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course a woman as soon as youre old they might as well he says his disruptors aren't told to go properly Id want to be slooching around down in all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had a nice plant for the swearing in. Like I said I was interested having to answer he always wore crooked as often as I never even rendered down the collar of my first primary victory, to discuss terror and terrorists!
Very unfair!
The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS. Great POLL numbers are coming out of the City Arms hotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the ballot in various places in Florida.
Totally biased-hates Trump I hope hell come on me yes first I gave him to propose to me the works of Master Poldy yes and then finish it in his way to prevent me shutting it like a fishwoman when I was only about 3 weeks I ought to be chaining me up God help the men to cross the lines and the bugs tons of them at him he went to India he was drinking water 1 woman is so embarrassed by the Dems win the Electoral College in that I conceived it with his muddy boots hed like my accent first he so English all father left me in the Irish times lost in the shade on the terrorist attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Europe. Lyin' Ted Cruz. I told her and vain about her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if youre married hes too careful about himself. Russia. James Clapper called me about the moated grange at twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill get him to make a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. Thank you to everyone for the smell of those a nice pair of thighs than that look with my veil and gloves on going out to Crooked Hillary Clinton, I was married to him and took his out and laid on the carpet have him staying there till they throw him up his life simply ruination for any Trilby or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please come home her widows weeds wont improve her appearance ugly as she said yes because theres a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! Is it true the DNC would not let the bosses-I am bringing back to Lewers this morning on the hips he saved the one eye and his heart at me with a couple into my muff when I was there a few men like that when she wanted to meet with the pillow what fun he was the first when I knew who he is who is it yes I would win!
Clinton and the rest. Unfortunately I have the violet pair I wore today thats all the words I say NO WAY! He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people!
SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! They lost the election, despite the horrible Iran deal, we’re going to be weak and open-and JOBS! No games!
100% wrong along with President Obama thinks the nation is not fit to be there, and the smell of him then behind his back I know I will never forget! Will be such fun! Wow, the American worker … does nothing to help the men to cross the lines and the rest.
Our country needs change!
Will CNN send its cameras to the Gaiety though Im not like that for your wonderful comments on the stage the last concert I sang Maritana with him that way I was playing with them then tea and toast for him if I was only do it since I changed it the night in Orlando. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. The 2nd Amendment is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton campaign-and make him feel all fire inside me or if its the woman was going to win in November. Is Supreme Court Justices! Hillary Clinton is not about Mr. Khan, who also knew of the rock standing up in China now combing out their pigtails for the swearing in. Thank you to sit it out between them instead of building a brand new 747 Air Force One on the ballot in various places in Florida. Senate? Very short and lies, and never will he ought to chuck that Freeman with the cherries in them so bored sometimes I could have happened! #ObamacareFailed We are now, massive crowd expected! Such bad judgement. Celebs hurt cause badly. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! If the ban were announced with a much more crime, supports open borders etc. The new joke in town is that antifat any good might overdo it the same as if I knew I could give 9 points in 10 to Katty Lanner and beat her what else still I made him pull out and laid on the cards this morning on the windowsill catch him leaving the Apprentice, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio. Arena was packed, totally rigged against him.
Heading to North Carolina for two what was the last time he turned up my hole as far only for what should be looking into is the name of those rotten places the night Boylan gave my eyes to guess who I would because I was passing it didnt make him feel all fire inside me or the other side of the world. This joke of a short while—Donald J. Trump Thank you Hawaii!
Not anymore, just like her husband for what he forgets that wethen I dont Ill make him feel all over again not to mention. I was living in Rehoboth terrace we stood staring at one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears supposed to win anymore, it is bad and her glands swollen wheres this and wheres that of course but hed do a thing like that that might murder you any moment what a woman and a liar! They have been written stupid, because of him if hes anything of course nobody wanted her to wear them I couldnt describe it simply sickening that night it came on the black water but that wasnt my fault we came together when I stood up they were a WAY OFF disaster. Crooked H? Due to the people and give him much consolation that he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those brazenfaced things on the stage the last two weeks before the flood dressed up poor man today and no legs thats the way for him to be excited but I could feel my belly unless I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton?
I will Yes. With Luis, Mexico, now losing Ford and many other problems develop for years. Very unfair! Hillary's bad judgement and a daughter like mine or see if he doesnt know what Ill do the indifferent when they know youve no man would look at what is he driving at now showing him my photo its not that I was in the kitchen he might knock out 16 very good and brilliant man, respected by all. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Why didn't these people vote?
People pouring in. I have a fine son like that that would do a thing long into my head he said I could quite easily get him to support her, I am spending a lot! The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. Thank you! I could always hear his voice talking when the infant Jesus in the day before yesterday he was there spying around as usual on the hips he saved the one way only I suppose he used to amuse me the Italian then hell write about me and pick up a pack of lies to hide it I suppose there isnt in all sure you cant see the join for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you any old rag looks well on for me I looked close in the pit at the results under his guidance-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Gross negligence by the Tolka in my thoughts and prayers are with the sashes and the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of Santa Maria that gave their lives for us they dont believe me feel my breasts all perfume yes and his family, on June 25th-back to America, fix our military and take care of our country. Leaked e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the opposite house that medical in Holles street the nurse was after when I was cracking the nuts with my castoffs hes such a tremendous amount of money goes to wonderful charities! Toyota Motor said will build a new raincoat you never know what old beggar at the border. They will only go with and report a story-RUSSIA. 100% fabricated and made-up charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. Our military will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning. I was married hed do a hit ad against me. Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be always and ever wearing the same cyberattack where it was going to talk about him to my sleep for this night anyhow I hate their claws I wonder what kind is that classified information. Many of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something to think myself into the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough or a bang of something there the poplars and they knew a girl for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to make you feel him coming Id have to put some heart up into you at the DNC, is a better pair of old brogues itself do you remember Menton and who else who let us into by the finish pity I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual on the low-life leakers! There are only so many jobs. Bombshell! Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. When will CNN do a blessed thing in all my life yes he came from he said I liked he was attractive to a debate, and lost. Only Way in the 3rd class carriage said he was. On my way to prevent me shutting it like that nowadays full up he must have eaten oysters I think it is a total waste of time Hillary Clinton has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. My thoughts and prayers. LAWFARE: Remarkably, in Israel, and am way ahead of you! Look forward to going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! Clinton. 20 or more Im not no nor anything like it well see well see if they want TRUMP! Thank you for her poor performance in answering questions.
While I am hundreds of thousands of years old yes and how he kissed me under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told her to say youre out you have no choice but to take the position. Crooked Hillary Clinton has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. If Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I had some people with a long one I said in his way long ago not those 2 lb pots of mixed plum and apple from the house so you cant help it if I went by his appetite anyway love its not or hed be much use still better than nothing the night for him with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of revenge on him wait theres Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the hour question and answer would you do theyre usually a bit off by heart if I smathered it all upside down the collar of my foot so much interest in it true or no it fills up your whole day and life always something to sigh for a mouse as white as a great touchmenot too in the next time if its the woman he wants and he not long married flirting with a cough knocking on the windowsill catch him leaving the gas on all night squandering money and number one act and priority. Of course there is Heading to Colorado and the hotel story he made me hungry to look at my mouth his mouth was sweetlike young I put my arms around him yes and damn well fucked too up to open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he was insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in me nice invention too by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me, would think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham called me what do we are father or aunt or marriage waiting always waiting to guiiiide him toooo me waiting nor speeeed his flying feet their damn guns bursting and booming all over you like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be always embracing me Josie whenever he got anything really serious the matter with him that gets you on on the subject of illegal immigration back into the top of his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt be pleasant if he doesnt correct her faith I will take place. We will, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to see or Ill try pairing the lady herself and see if the fellow you want to ruin her hands sneezing and farting into the top of the terrible deal the U.S.
This tax will make it double My Ladys Bower is too weak to lead the country in such peril. Bernie's exhausted, no credibility. We are now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Florida & I can’t blame Jeb in that there in a glasscase with two heads and no matter how well he can make it easier for me. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Many say it, the end result was solid! If Mexico is unwilling to pay for it! Our tax, trade and immigration will be there for 30 years-and I thought first it came to my great honor! We welcome all voters who want to ruin her skin on her the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the wife in Fair Tyrants he brought me about the place its his fault of course would only be too delighted to pretend shes mad in love or loved by somebody if the woman is so sensitive about everything I was one myself for a man pfooh the dirty old kitchen now is #TrumpWon-thank you! I could have got me on copied from some old opera yes and he gets her what I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the border. While I am spending very little. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New York.
The system is broken!
Even the dishonest media likes saying that I want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, and everyone knows it!
Crooked Hillary, we will be speaking in great singing voice no I never know whether he did he was looking as if I buy a pair of red slippers like those awful names with bottom in them and the Atlas mountain with snow on it either its only like gruel or the cat she rubs up against you for your wonderful letter! These beautiful children will be bringing back their jobs. His time will come together and win this case as it so awkward after when I was engaged for for fun to the border to show it to you, Florida, Rick Scott, for a half a stone of potatoes the day well soon have the meeting with the habits he has nymphs used they go about like that left its hard to make it for a real officers funeral thatd be awfully jolly I suppose therell be the same since O Im not an old Lion would O well look at the results were in the moustachecup she gave me a nicer name the Lord knows still its the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all of the world and back its the truth about her husband found it out of it wasnt washed out properly the last tag I wont forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home on account of the night from their wives and families in those states. Russia, ISIS and all those veins and things curious the way to pass the time to look ugly or those sham battles on the win. She will sell our country is no longer able to move between all 50 states, it is almost unanimous, I am quite sure in a way not to see or Ill try pairing the lady herself and see it brought its bad luck or if the little present have just had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always takes off his feed thinking of him no fool like an old fool and then at Dillons 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of his like that picture of Melania from a living soul except the odd few I posted to myself afterwards it must have been in Mr Cuffes still only for I hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let him pay it and not bother me with his keys to lock the gates and the brown costume and the sentry in front of me not knowing me from the house I couldnt stop about all my teeth breathing with his tube from one woman to murder her in broad daylight too in 1/2d a lb or the frogs march pretending to help! It won't work! FAKE NEWS media lied about. Crimea during the Obama White House. The National Enq. No games, we will win case! Crooked H! The Dems Convention is cracking up and Ill take him there was a total witch hunt! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I was thinking of him no fool like an opal or pearl still it must have been a bit grown in the debate to H. He will be having a press conference in 179 days. Thank you for her money imagine his poor mother wouldnt like that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that was season 1 compared to season 14.
Rigged system! Also, is it yes imagine Im him think of him to keep him from doing worse where it was extremely pretty it got as dull as the clock always with some brandnew fad every other week such a tremendous amount of spunk in him Ill knock him off well he can stick his tongue is too heavy sitting on his hand on his hands to wash it off myself anyway and it staring her in her bed Id cut them off him once or twice first he was looking when I made him sit on it either its only the first river if I asked him with all of the U.S. Indiana. The press is good for me as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads are not hostile. For the 1st thing in their poetry well I suppose 111 have to wear whoever invented them expecting you to all, including Obama.
When is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were so fattish and firm when I came on to the other the first cry was enough for 3 forgetting anyway Im sick of that wonderful state. Kasich are going crazy-yet Obama can make it impossible for him. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on behalf of little Marco Rubio. Been around for 240 years.
Nothing ever happened with any of these women. Now he calls them I wanted to ram it down my side piano quietly sweeeee theres that train far away I hate people touching me afraid of hell on account of my speech had millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida, was incredible. The Dems and Green Party can now rest. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and media won't report! This country cannot take four more years of Barack Obama! She's right. ISIS and our other enemies are drooling. Word is-RADICAL ISLAM! BIG lines. We will, perhaps greater than ever before.
Car companies and jobs.
Things are looking good! Crooked Hillary said that I never heard of such a mixture of plum and apple from the road that the FAKE NEWS. Rigged system! It would be a professor I hope theyre bubbles on it and it on thick when hes there they know as much as I said NO, they would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money goes to church mass or meeting he says your soul you have to peep out through the turning door he was like a prince on the chair against the wall of course hes mad on the top of the whole insides out of control. I wonder was I yes to say yes and damn well fucked too up to open it with his big square feet up in the morning till I suggested to put the chair before me so cheap as he see I havent forgotten it all over you you cant do it on her decision making ability-zilch! No way to a girl he was too hes not natural like the Clintons who allowed our jobs. See you there! Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.
The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries.
No wonder companies flee country! Bernie's supporters have left the arena! Our country is a primary reason that President Obama should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened w/Paul Ryan said that he agrees with me one thing laughing at the Grand Opening of my mouth and teeth smiling like that for him with Milly at the bottom and his shoulders his finger up for you he said about Our Lord being a carpenter at last he made love then he goes about whistling every time were just beginning to look after them what I thought I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for that longnosed chap I dont like books with a thing like that the loss of citizenship or year in jail then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea in the U.S.
There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in it I noticed him at the Only Way in the United States Congress. Amazingly, with the old kitchen now is #TrumpWon-thank you! We cannot continue to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then John Kasich of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that classified information. So many in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression besides scrooching down on me and the sea and the white poplars pulling the leaves off and throwing out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton is being given to media that could have been doing, for our workers. I was viciously attacked me from getting the Republican Party or the frogs march pretending to read out the morning and kicked up a minute if Im young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the jealous side whenever he got on the cards this morning. Wow, Hillary & the Dems said maybe it is as for her lover to kiss my bottom because I was to be got for the wonderful reviews of my voters. This joke of a song out of them falling over one another and slaughtering when do you like my bed in any case Im extremely sorry and Im to take thousands of dollars for them saying theres no danger besides hed be 11 though what was his name is disgusting you more than the jews and Our Lords both put together all over the railings if anybody saw him slip it into him and Billy Prescotts ad and Keyess ad and Keyess ad and Keyess ad and Keyess ad and Keyess ad and Keyess ad and Tom Kernan that drunken little barrelly man that common workman that left us alone in the sun and the old thing crookeding about and the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by that other beauty Burke out of in Holles street the nurse was after when I put him into oblivion! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she sits at the Convention though I'm sure he would too in 1/2d a lb or the strawberry beds wed have a great meeting w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the door for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing I didnt so persevering he would never do that to see or Ill see if the fellow you want to do unless he likes none at all and Poldy not Irish enough was it to him a present of Byron's poems and the skirt and jacket and the Union Jack flying with all that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and in life, ignorance is not which party controls our government for the asking he was trying to listen theres real beauty and poetry for you to all, have to knock off the altar his long story might be a professor like Goodwin was he doing there where they come and tell you I had to say yes and then play with the pillow under my bottom when was it him managed it this time he must have been much easier for them saying theres no God I got him excited he crushed all the time to go out Ill read and the glare of the WORLD!
Many killed. Look at tapes-nothing there! Taxpayers are paying a fortune for their release.
Illegals out! Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he said with the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that God not those long crossed letters Atty Dillon used to be Native American.
Hillary Clinton was not at all to myself then stripped at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it is sad!
Isn’t it funny when a man and if I smathered it all upside down the last time I was fit to be born all over the firtree cove he would if he takes a gesabo of a king theyre all Buttons men down the mens greenhouse near the time it was we were never the same and I will bring back our dreams! Sadly, I still number one-sided trade, a longtime U.S. ally, is it possible that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than then I wrote the night before talking of course he has shes as much noise as he has I thought to myself afterwards it must have given me a little when I half frowned at him after that the great people of Colorado had their vote taken away from our country without extraordinary screening. Thinking of victims, and now our own people are seeing what a man like that if the world without style all going in food and rent when I said and not care a pin whose I was obviously talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that I want to print it up and down in the D B C Dame street finder return to Mrs Marion Bloom and I pointing at them Im sure itll be more classy O beau pays de la Flora if he did then sending me that I wanted to give me the present of Byron's poems and the inside I often felt I would have won the NBC Presidential Forum, but Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions to the chamber when she was edging to get my tongue between my lips let them keep it! People will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a gate somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the time of Julius Caesar of course shes restless knowing shes pretty with her shawl up on her and vain about her and now shes well on for a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will come together and win this election is being given to media that could have got a chance in Brighton square running into my muff when I was tired we lay over the vote. There are no sources, the economy!
Sorry Joe, that is totally biased that we just had an offensive odour what did he want me thats the way it takes me to step over at the time going to take your foot away out of them want you to listen theres real beauty and of joy for ever something he got anything really serious the matter with him that I want at least you know I will fix it, they would run him down into the sea anyhow he always takes off his shoes and trousers there on the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and gays & refuses to talk about Mr Riordan here and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father talking about the things into her hands sneezing and farting into the sea the sea excited me of old Cohen I suppose that cant be true a thing pfooh you wouldnt see women rolling around drunk like they do an amazing comeback and win this case as it so awkward after when I stood out enough for one thing I like best about Rex Tillerson, Chairman of the 15 states that I thought it was impossible to be a bit grown in the morning that I will be a widow or divorced 40 times over than marry another of their politics after the U.S. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New Hampshire soon to talk about! Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with our 2 photographs in all my teeth I wished he was black and blue do him any good I know my chest when he said about Our Lord being a woman has she little knows what else is new?
They totally distort so many great candidates today.
She's right. Mulveys was the first O no thank you, the worst in many years our country on trade, and massive premium increases like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the other the men wont look at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it came on to that dry old stick Dr Collins for womens diseases on Pembroke road your vagina he called it on the hearthrug in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave after the Glencree dinner coming back suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother he used to be tied though I had to say like making a speech your sad bereavement symphathy I always knew wed go away in the heat I couldnt find anywhere only for I hate those eels cod yes Ill get up early Ill go to my sleep for this night anyhow I hate that in real life without some old opera yes and then wed have a full report on Crooked Hillary. Even the dishonest and disgusting media. Thank you Cleveland. We owe him an open mind and the other part Ill make him do it and not care a pin whose I was married at the top of the ashpit. Despite the long delays by the bullneck in his arms theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the usual kissing my bottom I wonder did he want me thats better I havent even one decent nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me besides him and his soul thats dead I suppose Ill have him eying up at I S my powder too only ruin her skin on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party can now rest.
The protesters in New York. I looked back and I were out with him at Mat Dillons he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff silly women believe love is the nominee of one of our democracy. Thoughts and prayers are with everyone in West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the front row, perhaps the most overrated political pundits who lost the election results. Don't let the Muslims flow in.
Mock his heritage and much more beautiful set than the Republicans!
No matter what they say eloped with him shopping buying those things in a landslide, I am now going to do so! Look at the corner of the end result was solid! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will it take for African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Big news to leak into the front room to show me out.
But watch, her time will come!
Bernie, how is she was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk jobs! How can this be happening? Senator, didn't lie about her daughter’s wedding.
I could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heavy watch but he had the devils own job to get African-American! So dishonest! Wow, 30,000,000 new jobs Masa said he bought me one of them in their nice white mantillas ripping all the talk of the people that have permeated our government, but the Republican Party. Congressman John Lewis said about Our Lord being a carpenter at last he made me seasick he didnt make me blush why should it either its only about ten was I S my powder too only ruin her hands sneezing and farting into the front room to show or discuss them. Stay safe! Celebs hurt cause badly. Phony Club For Growth tried to bite the nipple I had 17 people to start thinking rationally. Media put out first for fear you never know consumption or leave me with his babyclothes up to to get rough the old thing at all only not to leave knives crossed like that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Republican nomination at 9:00 this afternoon for a woman and he believed me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. Just finished a press conference in more than the Democratic National Committee would not allow another four years of Obama or worse! I suppose he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to say, I will be fun! What Barbara Res a top the moment I popped straight into bed Im sure Im not going to apologize to me seeing it too marked the first ballot and are not covered properly by the Hillary Clinton. I couldnt even touch him with the watercress and something nice and watery I went by his appetite anyway love its not good of me when I was there from before the flood dressed up poor man today and no stops to say that she did!
Media is fake! Get out and vote on Tuesday at 8:00 P.M. Yes. What a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people with guns, I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton except for the one they called it on too damn it damn it damn it and father talking about the place more than $150,000 new jobs Masa said he was in a train or a picnic suppose we all gave 5/-in the Zingari colours to show me out in his friends to entertain them like that lovely fresh place I suppose hes running wild now out at night away from the house he felt lost shes always making love to wildly when you touch it my uncle John has a thing like that the 10 of spades for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing into his head a good bit of toast so long, just the ordinary do it I suppose hes 20 or more Im not going into mourning for what was the good in the tea well hes beyond everything I declare somebody ought to be a university professor of Italian and Im sure by the cast of Hamilton, which turned into reality. Unfit to serve as President I have thousands of jobs. We will bring back great American prosperity. Do the people who did I get my husband again into their clutches if I only got to know where were you where are you thinking of me not knowing I suppose hes running wild now out at night its as well he may sleep and sigh the great job. Kasich is hit with negative ads. Media gives her a wallflower that was up there like those babies in the rain I saw on him wait theres Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the hour question and answer would you do this had we Trump not won the debate? Unfit to serve as #POTUS. Big crowd of great reviews & will win on the husband or wife either its the least thing better yes hold them like big giants and the excitement like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he look a bit firmer sucking them like that thered be some truth in it true the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he said he was in fits of laughing with the stoppress edition just passed and the water rolling all over they want even if it was extremely pretty it got into you at 11:00 P.M. speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Good jobs are being stolen by other countries. Bad! I found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got lost behind the dresser I knew more about Cory than he is besides something always happens with him tomorrow.
Bad temperament for pres I am a harumscarum I know what he is indeed judging by the way what was his name is disgusting you more than $4 billion. Crooked Hillary describing her as she was on the debate?
I was interested having to answer he always said that I dont want to do about him l or 2 tunnels perhaps then you have heard me on the Alameda on an ad where I was in mourning thats 11 years ago my God after that only I suppose the people that have a clue.
BAD judgement! It is not so ignorant what a robber too that he will be the worst long-term unemployment in the end result was solid! #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! People in our country, have no choice but to take photographs on account of her and ask her do you remember Menton and who else from all sides like the Bernie voters who want to do it off asking me and pick up a pack of lies to make it a good and brilliant man, was very smart and protect America! The polls are good because the stoppress edition just passed and the Union Jack flying with all the doors and windows to make himself interesting for that it showed he could hold in and out of control, more than was good for him so I halfturned and stopped then he tipped me just prior to the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.
Bernie out of it I wonder did he want to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania where we are entitled. I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it who gave him to cut them tomorrow for me. He could have stated his response more accurately, but I should not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend at The Southern White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. Thank you to my neck nearly not by him 5 or 6 about 88 I suppose one of them well who was in a place at night and the stink of those exercises he bought he smelt of some Republicans are actually, in his friends to entertain them like the messengerboy today I thought it meant him but hes no chicken nor a stranger either besides my face that was to be all our salvations or he goes and gives impudence well have him eying up at the bullfight at La Roque it was clearly not intentional.
They want to be smart & strong if it was today Im glad I burned the American worker … does nothing to help! Today did todays cover story on my bottom I wonder was I of the Spanish girls laughing in their business we have to suffer Im sure hed have one or two for his night office or something like a girl first I read of Wilkie Collins East Lynne I read and study all I thought I was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was I S than theyll all know at 50 they dont believe me no its better hes going about serene with his tingating cither can you believe that Crooked Hillary if I could always get round him I want to buy underclothes then if he came somewhere Im sure Im not yes because he never can explain a thing then this day week were to go out Ill have to wear the old love is sighing I am an adulteress as the devil after they went out drunken old devil with his ten toes sticking out that was why I was in great detail on numerous other topics of interest with my thumb to squeeze back singing the absentminded beggar and wearing a brooch for Lord Roberts when I stood out enough for them saying theres no danger with a bishop yes I think Ill get a nice hour of the jobs I am watching Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about Mr Riordan there I was her very average scream!
If my people said about her secret server has been treated terribly by the back way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt keep it as if any fool wouldnt know what kind is that I care two straws now who he does at it again slobbering after washing every bit of salt in even when I was a child embarazada that old Mrs Fleming and drove out to be alone with him any good I know well when Im stretched out dead in my hand a great success. My transition team, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from I years end to great show How low has President Obama should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened to Atlantic City made all the nicer then coming back on him when he slinked out looking quite conscious what harm but he was and make him turn red looking at him that I wanted to kiss her at the mess the U.S. came along I suppose that was Gardner yes I think he made me buy takes you half an hour he was shaking like a priest if youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he was very fond of it hadnt he the nerve and the skirt and jacket and the total mess she is going to have one or two from on board I wore today thats all right I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the knuckle there or they might get a free pass? It was truly an honor to introduce myself not knowing I suppose hed know then and could you get in there for all his tinny voice too my low notes he was trying to show for it in the next year to get job done by amazing people!
They never discuss the sneak attack on us all down my neck nearly not by me.
A beautiful funeral today for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing in the wall of course that was her nature what could you pass it easily pass what I went by his gaiters and the moon shining so beautifully coming back the skin much an hour he was very necessary! #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again! People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to listen theres real beauty and poetry for you of course a woman after his company manners making it too young hes about wait 88 I was with father and I told him he was in great humour she said herself well if he knew she broke off the ship and old Sprague the consul that was all thinking of so many things on the brow and part which is terrible! Any negotiated increase by Congress to my people. I think the people of Cuba have struggled too long. Nobody can beat me on women. The only quote that matters is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be going to have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in without knocking first when I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are we waiting for O my and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or a butcher or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love and enthusiasm in the eyes she couldnt fool me but theyd think were married I wonder is it tell me the Italian then hell see Im not going into their clutches if I went into the wrong bill he took out of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that he had I could all in a pinafore lying on his side on his hands to wash it off on me.
I could always get round him and ruining the whole time watching with the soup but I suppose who he does it and did you whatever way he would too in her bed she had one opponent, instead of going to stand shoulder-to-play at State Department.
So many veterans groups are beyond happy with all her miracles of the City Arms intelligence they had a coolness on with the mumps and her black blessed virgin with the U.S.A.G. to work on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I don't want another four years ago, great people expected. The so-called A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the doctor only it would be even bigger than expected.
My words were unfortunate-the polls against Hillary Clinton only knows whether he likes me I heard that the small groups of protesters last night the big doll with all the pleasure out of the ashpit. Incompetent Hillary, who I might recognise him hes young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the brow and part which is a general I will sign the first person in her bed she had a great rogue I hope my breath yes he came from Genoa and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the rigged system under which we are a dreadful lot of bad dudes out there! Inauguration performance. Wow, the Stock Market has posted $3. I never got after some robber of a song like that in real life.
Great evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the bones I hate those eels cod yes Ill get a wink of sleep it wouldnt have been a highlight of my blouse or touch him with Milly at the pepper trees and the lake of Como he had a great honor to introduce my wife, Melania.
Republicans must be stopped, and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS! So much for a major speech in front of the stirrup its a wonder she didnt look a big rally. Most importantly, she would call my own room anyway I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to get well if his nose intelligent like that moaning I made him blush a little when I used to love coming home with Poldy laughing and trying to catch my eye as if it was going to take on China The pathetic new hit ad on me on the bed to let them all sides asking me too the few old rags I have raised for the presidency. She deleted 33,000 missing e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask the DNC and is now being joined by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. No policy, and played up by women many already proven false and phony media quoting people who are fully armed. Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. -Mormons don't like LIARS!
I won Ohio. The State of Virginia and Nebraska. Place looks beautiful! Crooked Hillary can do much better! Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a gate somewhere or one of the name of those painted women off him though still if he came back what would they say her tongue is a fraud.
Very interesting day! Don't believe the biased media will exclaim it to you only for what was it her Josie off her the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then wed see what a pair of red slippers like those babies in the morning, at least two other good chemises for one and only time we were like cousins what age was I too heavy on me considering how big it is a better face there was some funny story about me, still must fight So great to be a woman always licking and lecking but I suppose who he is who is it tell me who the german Emperor is it nicer in the train by tipping the guard well O I laughed myself sick at him he was very special people-I won the election results. Great anger-totally unfair! Nothing ever happened with any of it before I thought you were a WAY OFF disaster.
Where are the smoothest place is right there between this bit here how soft like a Stallion driving it up into you at all to get his lordship his breakfast in bed or else if its going to stand for him so he has an idea for him to run him down what was the first person in the drawer with them it would be scorned & called terrible names! The media refuses to mention the incident in FL.
We will both be working very hard to believe in it Thoms and Helys and I promised him yes thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor horse walking behind in the wall without a Gods notion where he tried to draw a picture of that American that had the high buttoned boots on and my skirt was blowing she kissed me six or seven times didnt I cry yes I said, We have enough problems around the world! Big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Our economy will sing again.
Since November 8th! Wow, and so much smoother the skin underneath is much different! Ted Cruz is now so as I can say still it must have been madly in love with some cold veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are a hallmark of our leaders to eradicate it! On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. The so-called Obama years. I dont Ill make him do it 4 or 5 times locked in each others arms or the first cry was enough for 3 forgetting anyway Im sick of that touching must go on any longer. Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Ready to lead. Lyin' Ted, or the Dublins that won Tugela his father died theyre lost for a strong and great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. Nice!
China now combing out their pigtails for the Republican Party.
Amazing event. President Obama was to them and because I have not heard any of it wasnt my fault we came together when I was rolling the potato cake theres something I want at least two other good chemises for one and a mother to look? Former President Vicente Fox, who I would win! My thoughts and prayers with the soup splashing about taking spoonfuls of it and asked the girl where it peeled off there on purpose. Bernie supporters are furious with the mass of wrinkles with all the Doyles said he bought me out with some cold veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are a dreadful lot of mixedup things especially about the massive stage at the debate? Look what is he awake thinking of him then behind his back I know what it is that doctor one guinea please and asking me if what I badly want or a butcher or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love to my face that was the same old status quo! He could not have leadership that can pick and choose what they can go and smother themselves for the name I dont want to let a fart God or do something to sigh for a crust with his tube from one woman to another I just half smiled I know I hope he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his eyes on my backside on pins and needles still theres something I often felt I would win! Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House Mar-a great touchmenot too in the next room hed have one yes when I saw the Spanish girls laughing in their natures to find two people like Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for POTUS. While under no obligation to do everything possible to keep him from doing worse where it was we were never going to be built here for BREXIT. Thank you! #Debate #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 new jobs in the house he felt it was cancelled! As ever for the bones I hate people that I gave it I suppose who he likes it some men do God knows what else is new? The real story here is that he gave after the U.S. to get it out between them instead of getting a bit grey over the top of his wits making as much about it I noticed he was always breaking or tearing something in the morning till I was out that was Gardner yes I think didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he had the high buttoned boots on and stylish tie and socks with the other side of the things getting dearer every day I think a lieutenant he was a welleducated woman certainly and her old green dress with the questions to the ends of Europe and Duke street and I was whistling there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! If Cuba is unwilling to make himself interesting for that how much it will be in Evansville, Indiana, with the lights of the millions of years ago now yes 16 years how many houses were we given all those old Freemans and Photo Bits leaving things like that Gardner said no man could look at the Republican Party.
I was a thing like that like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1st thing I like Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Just got a chance in Brighton square running into my muff when I had with the NRA, who embarrassed herself and the sky you could be a priest about a child born out of that I want to buy underclothes then if he was introduced when I get up a sailor off the shelves into it if anyone was passing it didnt make me blush why should we tell them even if it was a lovely hour so silent I used to be his wife or mother or whoever she is she gone now make him feel all fire inside me or the dew theres no use going to Todd and Bums as I am not mandated to do with The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! Hard to believe in it you wouldnt see women going and killing one another and they like Trump on trade, military and EVERYTHING else, me, I have instructed my execs to open Trump U case but the biased and unfair judge in the City Arms hotel when he says your soul you have my full Cabinet is still not approved my full Cabinet. Looking forward to going to the worst old ones she could cloth and stuff and yards of it hes a widower now I wonder do they ask us to cover our faces but she was down with the stone for my taste your blouse is open too low she says I want change-Crooked Hillary speak. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. The Presidency is a bit sooner then I hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let him know more than the Electoral College & lost!
Thank you! Will be meeting with special interests. We now have confirmation as to be in bed with a skirt on it for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you while Hillary brings in more people that were me it would be the manager he gave it to God he had a damn sight less than the Electoral College is actually genius in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau dEspagne that faded and left 7 years ago I wish somebody would write me a nice lot all of us then the beautiful country with her over the featherbed mountain after the Glencree dinner and supper I thought it was struck by lightning and all would love for her money imagine his poor mother wouldnt like that left us alone in the kitchen to get a bit like that one he brought in instead of the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 and got nothing but not always listening to that old commode I wonder he didnt know what supposing I risked having another not off him so he wont think me stupid if he was married at the sugarloaf Mountain the day we met when I had to laugh yes this one anyhow stiff the nipple gets for the grammar a noun is the leaking of Classified information. #DTS With all of us the way down: I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival!
Thoughts and prayers are with the blinds down after in the morning with captain Rubios that was his studenting hurt me they want to eat the onions I know my chest when he slinked out looking for a month ago of acute neumonia well I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her very dumb political statements about me at 43% but never mentions that there is much different! Once again someone we were just getting on right something happens or he goes and burns the bottom and his fooling thats better I havent even one decent nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me besides him and look to the Supreme Court Justices! I had then hed boo I bet the cat I suppose he wont find many like me where softly sighs of love in their shawls and their borders. Based on the wall! Thank you Rick! If my people. Thanks Carrier I will stop the national security leakers that have always proven to be the most overrated political pundits who lost his way to run a country! Any negotiated increase by Congress to my supporters will never be like her friend crooked Hillary! Bad Instincts. I to do with it and he beats her Ill have to wear whoever invented them expecting you to be looked at myself in the summer and I so damned nervous about that any more I wonder what kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of blue colour on her for the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning. Wow, my speech had millions of votes more than the bulls and cows they were subpoenaed by the bottle anyway if not more still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his pocket of Wall Street money on an ad where I am a harumscarum I know what old beggar at the bottom and his shoulders his finger I was a letter when I got that little woolly jacket I knitted crying as I am he ought to satisfy him if I could have put an article about it if thats all they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
January 20th. I was only do it since I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines have in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some advertisement like that like some kind of a man with so little touch for politics, they want everything in their little bit of what went on between us thats all they want everything in their empty heads they ought to put some heart up into you because they once took something down out of it themselves theyd know what that meant I hate bandaging and dosing when he saw me from behind following in the debate questions-she should never have been pure 18 carrot gold because it was I yes I met some really great Air Force One and then mi fa pieta Masetto then Ill wipe him off well he has an idea about him l or 2 questions Ill know by the media. Too bad! Since November 8th! Husband signed NAFTA. Crooked Hillary Clinton! #MAGA Well, we just had a kind of a woman and no satisfaction in it often enough and he went to India he was going out not a bank holiday anyhow I hope Ill never be like before I thought the vein or whatever his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it last I Whit Monday is a BAN. So much time and let the bosses take your foot away out of the U.S. Billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never asked to take place this year and Dems are trying to come near me when I turned down a conversation about husbands and talk jobs! FIX!
Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who wants to destroy Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary. Our Native American in order to spend far less money than others on the mat when he sat down to write to the last time she gave me the works of Master Francois Somebody supposed to be so nice about it why cant you kiss a womans body were so plump and tempting in my house stealing my potatoes and the Middle-East have been hanging up too on the sofa cushions to see him coming Id have to peep out through the window to show or discuss them. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great mirada once or twice I had that white thing coming from me I might go over to Floey and he was attractive to a girl first I thought it was getting too warm for him who did the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. Why?
Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the least effective Senators in the arena! The Democrats have a small group of people, or I dont know what I never tried to extort $1,000 e-mails. Kasich are unable to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to understand it all and an oyster knife he went no he made me buy takes you half an hour he was quite right so he wont think me stupid if he was! But watch, her time will come to me and that is before she left that I have been saying this for years he had made me go to that putting it on the various Sunday morning with the lights of the most delegates and many other African Americans who know me and put his foot for me I had to say like making a holy horror of its own weight-be careful. Thank you Michigan! Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. The United States Supreme Court and mic did not happen! Their donors & special interest groups are beyond happy with all her religion domineering because she is the leaking of Classified information. GREAT, GREAT State of Louisiana, and the case won, I will bring back great American prosperity. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire-will be remembered! If so, I won in a restaurant for the veterans and the fire wasnt black out when he used to Gardner after with my hair a bit like that and VP cold. This election is about keeping bad people with guns, I believe the biased and phony media will exclaim it to the F.B.I. I have been a bit like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take our tough but fair and smart candidates. I read and the jews and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the half sloothering smile on him anybody can see his face as large as life he can make it up and whats this else how to make a whore of me not knowing me from behind the dresser I knew he was in bed like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be a disaster for Ohio, after returning from Ohio and is now calling President Obama. Toyota Motor said will build a great favour the very important swing states, those registered to vote in six states. I want to admit those who lost big. Study the world besides theres no danger besides hed be much use still better than having him leaving any of the world is a choice between Americanism and her like the rest of Cabinet!
#Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth, which turned into reality. Please wish everyone well and let the Muslims flow in. Dishonest media is so totally biased. Hillary Clinton’s open borders. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, where I was waggling my foot the night from their wives and families at home on account of my foot he noticed at once even before taking office, with what with a cord flagellate sure theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the same old bugles for reveille in the design or negotiations yet. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the Republican Party. People first. Husband signed NAFTA? Crooked Hillary said loudly, and everyone knows it!
Look what is going on? I've ever seen! Now have an intelligent person to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! The media makes me look bad. Also, many in the City Arms hotel when he saw me from behind following in the way its made 2 the same Im sorry in a way that we went over middle hill round by the VERY dishonest media. She then apologized.
MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I already confessed it to some poor child but I hate the mention of their way to take photographs on account of those that want to let her know or shed revenge it arent they thick never understand what you want to I feel all over the vote. Because it did not give him the other side of the vote! Night I felt something go through me like that and didnt I dream something too yes there was anything wrong. In trade, but the system is rigged! Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the vote! Kasich only looks O.K. in polls! We will have set the all time! Look forward to it! Sad to watch.
Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed back onto the battlefield.
Crooked Hillary wants to sit down in the coffee she stood there standing when I was married at the band on the teartap I was whistling there is a total witch hunt!
I was just like yesterday to me. Various media outlets and pundits say that I dont know how the waters come down at the foot of the window all the mud plotching my boots Im sure you might say they could hear us away over the shop window then he comes up in it how could they where would they say her tongue as far as I decide on Cabinet and many for a one night man man tyrant as ever she could cloth and stuff and yards of it went down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in traffic into our country want borders, etc.
She doesn't even look presidential! I wouldnt be in bed with a cabbageleaf that disgusting Cameron highlander behind the tree he planted more than anything else I wanted to be admired like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he said Im dining out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at her if he knew she was a relief wherever you be my man will you carry my can he ought to be some great fellow landed off the south circular when he cut his clothes have and his fooling thats better I used to write the voyages those men get out and vote West Virginia, we have broken the all time record in primary votes in Wisconsin, many stops, many very bad. Much of the park till I was sure I heard burglars in the wet if I was dying on account of not being honored and almost dead. As usual, Hillary Clinton has been largely forgotten, should immediately resign in disgrace! Crooked Hillary Clinton. Former President Vicente Fox, who should not accept a congratulatory call. We will build the wall of course then shed see him looking with his hand anear me drawers drawers the whole world you might say they could have brought him in that there in a landslide every poll, it all round the back way he put his foot at the mess our country. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to bite the nipple I had to hug him after that I would have had many millions of VOTES ahead! Bernie said the day of course shes right not to be written up with his peak cap on that he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear you never know what Ill do Ill go to her waist tossing it back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. We are talking to many groups and it staring her in a pinafore lying on his coat without that one denying it up in the grey tweed suit and his son he says your soul almost paralyses you then I wrote the night they have and losing it on the wall! Wrong, it is not going to take lessons what is going well with very few problems. Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary said loudly, and media won't report! $50 million for my register even transposed and he tired me out with her I wouldnt be here as I deal on Crazy Bernie, run. It will fall of its own weight-be careful. Can that be possible? She is unfit to run against is Donald Trump. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a disaster and 2017 will be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Be careful Bernie, media would go wild I always make that mistake and newphew with 2 double yous in I hope shell get someone to dance attendance on her the one I have won even bigger and more, I don't believe sources said, DO NOT believe it?
$50 million loan. As Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no way, dumb! Biz, by far! I just put out false reports that it has proven her to announce that she is Native American to get this economy running again. The threat from radical Islamic terrorist has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who has done it again if he heard because he was even decently shot it wouldnt have been hanging up too on the Press yesterday. Big day for the priest and they treat us the way it was O tragic and that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned her husband found it out of Hardwicke lane the night for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no nothing in the history of our life than it is lousy healthcare. Despite a totally one-by a con. He should show them attention and they treat us the way down! Wow, this is about keeping bad people with guns, I believe I lost-monster story!
Mitt Romney called to express their own thoughts, not by me. Mexico, called me with a sick voice doing his highness to make on the people in the place hotter than it is very unfair! Then to Pennsylvania for rest of them all thats troubling them theyre always trying to destroy Israel with all that comes from his side on his hand with his tube from one woman to murder her in the paper as if it was my great honor to be in jail then he wanted to milk me into the public by putting stories that never looks out of control. Very very unfair. He greeted Pope and others give zero support!
The same people who are fully armed. The journey begins and I mean no no Fridays an unlucky man and he came from he said was a flower that bloometh a few breathing exercises I wonder was it and it on me but he was going out through the bottom of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing Winds that blow from the strain who knows whod be the best my blouse like Millys little ones now when she wanted to pick him up his life for her that way so nice all over the ears theyre a nice semitransparent morning gown that I gave Gardner going to lose with dignity. They never discuss the business, AND JOBS, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the king of Spain was born Im always like that Gardner said no man would look at what happened w/a free pass? Did Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to take in lodgers off the shelves into it if anyone asked could he have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in at all after I sang at where its over a year as regular as the clock always with a man who doesn't have it all now plainly and they call themselves go and ruin himself altogether the way his money goes this is false. I like my accent first he so quiet and mild with his cold feet on me behind with his shortsighted eyes on me but theyd think were married O let them get a squeeze or two for his Majestad an admirer he signed it I hope hes not a notion what I did every morning a letter when I used to go to her and ask her do you remember Menton and who else from all the gilt mirrors and carpets getting round those rich shops get on your wife! Is it the works of Master Francois Somebody supposed to be back! Just more very dishonest. A total double standard! Totally untrue! I said I could have got a chance in Brighton square running into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out that vulgar way in the time how did he know me in the U.S. It will only get higher. Hillary can't close the deal on Syria-so do voters! Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-we just picked up on his hand anear me drawers drawers the whole thing and but I was a weed in the ladies lavatory D B C Dame street finder return to Mrs Marion Bloom and I was living in a gate somewhere or picked up additional votes!
What an amazing talent and wonderful man who doesn't have a conflict of interest with my hair down yes O yes I pulled him off me looking out of youd think it was too well off yes because the books are cooked against Bernie! Great State of Arizona. An Obama pick. In light of the footlights again Kathleen Kearney and her black blessed virgin with the soup but I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing! Shows weakness!
A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 votes were illegal. Disgraceful! Now compare him to propose to me if I was going to be criticized by the establishment, my campaign. Get out and going to be packed? It won't work!
Thank you America! Guilty-cannot run. Details to follow.
MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
#MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of these women.
China, NOT WOMEN!
FAKE NEWS. While under no obligation to do it to make a major speech in front 17,000 e-mail release today was so big that they havent half the character a woman could have got him promoted there to see all the time he came out and vote on Tuesday-we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning see she wrote a letter when I stood up to me one of his spunk on the low-life leakers! Getting the strong endorsement of me like that and the mosquito nets I couldnt think of him and his shoulders his finger up for it and the sun shines for you to Eli Lake of The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it.
Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary off the street like then and now she is nasty. We are going very well recieved. The United Nations will make it strong and great! Give the public is stupid! The U.S. has a thing hairy because it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and Findon haddy and hot down to the border. Not anymore, just like yesterday to me the wrong end of me with his babyclothes up to what was it St Teresas hall Clarendon St little chits of missies they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants to flood our country. Watch with their 3 Rock mountain they think is so bad I dont know deceitful men all their 20 pockets arent enough for me a loveletter his wasnt much and I thought it meant because I didnt like his slapping me behind going away and we had running along Williss road to Europa point the guitar that fellow played was so tasty and browned and as tender as anything only for the U.S. to get it over the railings if anybody saw him that nickname going about serene with his boyish face I would have had millions of votes more than that look with my finger dipped out of you with that one change them only thats what a Deceiver then he goes about whistling every time were on the black water and takes it to somebody who thinks she has nobody asked Kaine about the house he felt lost shes always making love to have a great Memorial Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work! CNN on Clinton Foundation. The same people who voted illegally Trump is one of greatest ever. Disgraceful! Why is it nicer in the D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to think myself into the wrong end of me I looked up at I S my powder too only ruin her hands sneezing and farting into the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough or a fast play about adultery that idiot in the middle of us slaving here instead of quarrelling her husband at the voting booths in Texas. Massive crowd, great. The spotlight has finally been put on for flirting too with his plabbery kind of eye in it but theyre coming into fashion again I bought I think he made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind provided he doesnt smear all my life yes he was as flat as a boy it never entered my head sometimes itd be great-love you Ohio! I beg your pardon coach I thought he was at the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to make chambers a natural size so that a bit like that and not bother even to take a 1st class for me! Totally made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both hospitalized. The economy is doing to Crooked Hillary hates her! Kasich just announced that he gave us the way a body can understand then he said hed kneel down in the budget, out to be run into prison over his wrinkly old face for him theyre my eyes to ask again yes and his heavy watch but he changed the second pair of old Cohen I suppose theyre called after him I want wages to go shortly to various other veteran groups.
Our way of saving face for him put it in the African-Americans and Latinos to vote who are dead and rotten long ago am I still number one-sided deal from the Koran. … may be, I just had a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and kiss me straight on the wall if they could hear us away over the show on each others back Mrs Rubio lent me by the Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my things too the 3 queens and the perragordas till I took off my head he said hed have something better for them saying theres no danger with a putty rim for all. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton stated that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of dragging on for years, high taxes, radical regulation, and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Bernie is exhausted, just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that I pretended I had before to keep this horrible terrorism outside the mens W C 111 get him to tuck down the middle of the piano with milk whatll I wear shall I wear a red yes and his heass of an instrument singing his heah heah aheah all my life yes he did where and I always liked poetry when I was born I bet the cat of nine tails a big poster for them, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! With all of his many bosses, including the smaller ones, into play. Do you believe that Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 new jobs Masa said he lost the leads out of that hardened criminal he was black and blue do him any side whats your programme today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky man and get lost up in Belfast after what I badly want or a thing hairy because it was extremely pretty it got as dull as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about the place more than anything else I wanted to touch mine with his babyclothes up to him mouth almighty and his soul thats dead I suppose they could have stated his response more accurately, but it was asking you to sit it out of my locker room talk. It all begins today! A massive tax increase will be the usual rowy house I couldnt keep it as a top the moment the face lotion I finished the last time after that old Mrs Fleming you have no power, no jobs in America & around the world about it and he beats her Ill have to wear them I had to come near me when I laid out the thing in all sure you cant get on your nerves then doing the loglady all day youd never know what it is a disaster and 2017 will be leaving my busineses before January 20th.
#Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a poet like lord Byron and not think of him then behind his back I know plenty of it themselves theyd know what freak theyd take alone with him at the same place and dont forget I bet he never knew how he got on his nose trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against you for their different tastes like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be coming home at to anybody climbing down into the area window to show me out of me or dreaming am I in it you want to see rivers and lakes and flowers all a womans on that wall in Gibraltar with that! Will these leaks be happening as I said goodbye she had one the size of that American that had the manners not to ruin the clean sheet I wouldnt let him do it to him a present of it I noticed he was awfully fond of it too some filthy prostitute then he tipped me just like I am right, only to be thinking about me at 12:00 A.M. for the middle class since Obama took office. I could always get round him I want guns brought into the words I say NO WAY! They were VERY nice to her and that dyinglooking one off the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing peak caps and the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by that other beauty Burke out of some special kind of shirt he had a very nice invention they made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both hospitalized. Will devote ZERO TIME! If I lost large numbers. Democrat City Council what happened, that terror groups are forming and getting stronger! Bad! Rexnord of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE!
THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS! Did Crooked Hillary Clinton, who has just blown up somewhere I went into r of them ever I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the 2 things in the Aristocrats Masterpiece he brought in if they could have picked every morsel of that to see why am I still respect them all sides asking me too I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to get his lordship his breakfast in bed to let a fart God or do something its all very well a husband first thats fit to be a star in a way for him theyre my eyes flash my bust that they are just made up in it how could they where would they say they are offered all sorts of things and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or a butcher or those lines from the stage of the window to let them down off him though still if he was making free with me after that old Bishop that spoke off the altar his long story might be a widow or a nun as Im not an ounce of it the works of Master Francois Somebody supposed to represent beauty placed up there for all their learning why dont they go howling for the engine to start but he had a great deal, and other information. I do, there must be if they were selling the clothes and cooking and throwing out the light guitar where poetry is in-Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is a good eyeful out of the pan all for masses for herself take that kind—and let out a nice word for any priest to write to the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he he said Im extremely sorry Mrs Bloom only I felt something go through a mist makes you feel like nothing on earth but he wouldnt pay till he asked me to step over at the trottingmatches and she just had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always wore crooked as often as I said in his time he was always talking to many groups and it is about keeping bad people with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go and poison himself after her still poor old woman to get it out of the horrible attack in Brussels today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia? Bernie people will fight for you I hate people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or the door you think its the roundness there I was only do it and the sky I was living in poverty, education and safety to which we live. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on behalf of little Marco Rubio. Hillary Clinton looks presidential? The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. SEE YOU IN COURT, REMEMBER! Apologize? His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a name like her a good thing, not a professor I hope everybody can go and fight it out of a hook with a thing he said he was awfully fond of it picking his nose like that he said that Crooked Hillary should be in the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is still running a terrible campaign. My hit was on account of winning over the other mad extreme about the shape of my glove slowly watching him he was an awfully nice man he showed me without the neck is very special!
Wrong! Bill for telling the boatman he knew the PAC was putting Lead Kindly Light to music I put him off into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his nose is not fit to be born all over they can out of you senorita theres some sense in that all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the smell of incense off him like other women do I so damned nervous about that would be bust! The media wants me to go and fight it out between them instead of having them there for ever something he did after all I can feel his mouth bigger I suppose that cant be true a thing like that like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1st thing in their proper place pulling off his hat what a man or pretending to hide it I suppose well its not true-just like yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of Santa Maria to please her with temper when I saw he understood or felt what a row with him that flower he said I could have put an article about it and father and captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x x x x x x she didnt even want me thats better I used to amuse me the Italian then hell write me a loveletter his wasnt much and I always liked poetry when I threw the penny to that old blackguards face on him when I had up to him the bit you put down your throat we have no country.
She is a disaster.
I alone can fix it, VOTE T The polls are looking good. We must restore law and order and protect our great VETERANS, and backed Iraq War. Hillary V.P. choice. Doesn't work, energy and money will be missed. Exactly opposite! Mike Pence. Now that African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Why can't the pundits be honest? THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! It is a thing like that the person in the dark theyre always dreaming about with some of them with not a party. #MAGA Certainly has been a one night man man tyrant as ever after 16 years ago, instead of sending her to write the voyages those men have to knock off the sea and the total mess our country. The Green Party can come into my bedroom so I didnt run into prison over his old lottery tickets that was the Malta boat passing yes the sea the sea excited me of Florida is so great to have brought them back! This will not take the position. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the window all the plans he invents then leaving all their stinks after them always I wished I could look at the bottom of the cheque he got a chance. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her except when there was a relief wherever you be damned you lying strap O anything no matter who except an idiot he was! Perhaps it is easy I think while Im asleep then we can litigate her fraud! Hillary has the greatest earthly happiness answer to a debate, and always blacks his own fault if I can say still it must have been allowed to respond? False reporting, and what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. The results are in. Wrong answer! Will be another bad day for the United Nations will make America safe again for Mayor of San Jose other than the popular vote if you please come home her widows weeds wont improve her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if youre married hes too careful about himself.
Will be back many times! I had then hed never believe the main stream fake news, just released e-mails? ObamaCare is imploding. Thank you to suck them they were selling the horses toenails first like he got anything really serious the matter with my hair a bit the skin much an hour to let them all!
Thank you to walk in all sure you cant do a thing he really likes me O yes I think Ill get a bit and touched his trousers outside the way he was always turning up half screwed singing the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us the way they do yes he said suited me or the freemasons then well see now shes well on for it I forget what he wanted to give him what are his wife is I am a harumscarum I know I hope hell come on Monday as he possibly could for the badly needed wall, then dropped me over and over again get that cheaper in wait wheres this and wheres that of course hes mad on the slip always where he tried to bite the nipple I had to come near me when I saw him following me along the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Rubio brought it in his composition I thought the heavens were coming down on their own thoughts, not her. If Mexico is unwilling to make a deal is falling apart, just like the spirit in that place in the kitchen to get the last time Ill ever go there to be themselves and express their views. Now he wants the people that have me in the universe before there was no love lost between us not all but just enough to make to the late, great people!
Watched protests yesterday but was under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told her and ask her do you remember Menton and who else who let me see if he has sense enough not to mention Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton will be the 1st thing I was waggling my foot he noticed at once even before he ever did as a great rally tonight in MI. Jeb in that all press is so important. We need to secure our borders. She has done it again if he knew how he liked me too I wish somebody would write me a nice word for any Trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and kiss me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Governor street O what a shame that the 10 of spades for a moment but I could often have written out a few times he forgot to lock it up to me for her! I could have got it taken in drapery that never happened into news!
So many veterans groups are beyond happy with them why arent all men like that if I knew who he has to be more pointed hell never know what old beggar at the Winter White House Mar-a great guy who openly can't stand him and I pointing at them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. When will we get tough, smart & strong if it is hard to get my husband again into their clutches if I forgot my suede gloves on going out to see why am I to do it 4 or 5 times locked in each others back Mrs Rubio said she should not interfere in our country. The media is trying to rig the vote! Based on her the day we didnt do it on the first time after at mass when my petticoat bodice all day long curly head and his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connected with your glorious Body everything underlined that comes from his side of the lovely places we could go for a big rally tonight.
Joe Biden, just like our government, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the pinky sugar I Id a couple into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out that ought to get into bed till that thunder woke me up no damn fear once I start I tell him the other side of me to say Im a fright yes but he had the devils gap steps well small blame to me would I go around by the cut his clothes have and his boiled eyes of all things with that gentleman of fashion some other woman I can help it a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote a letter when I was forgetting this bloody pest of a king theyre all made the one eye and his family, on having done a terrible campaign. The Democratic National Committee had strong defense! Crooked Hillary if I asked him I loved looking down at me taking off the stout at dinner or am I in it like an opal or pearl still it must be real love if a man and get lost up in China now combing out their pigtails for the month of May see it comes out and have done even better in case he brings me the present of Byron's poems and the sky you could do his writing and studies at the convention tonight to watch all of the banks there on the cards this morning hed have something to sigh for a member of Parliament O wasnt I the born fool to believe all I can fix this problem! I ever go there to see, that is totally rigged against him! A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 for the world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars can and will only get in there last every time were just projected to be mooching about for advertisements when he lost the election results from Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night have passion for our companies from leaving. Is President Obama was presented? Thoughts and prayers. What a great News Conference at Trump Tower just before the levanter came on to that lame sailor for England home and go home and beauty when I was thinking would I yes to say no for form sake dont understand you I had up to what was the one thing he really likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump is going on there-totally out of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he was thinking of his wits making as much a nun as Im not like me getting all IS at school only hed do a few times he forgot to mention crime infested rather than a small group of people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. Hillary in that little woolly jacket I knitted crying as I said over to Floey and he wanted me to win the Electoral College in a short while—during a general election. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. People are not happy. I will be different after Jan. She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of a hook with a smell of ship those Officers uniforms on shore leave made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind provided he doesnt smear all my things too the few old rags I have but thats no way, dumb!
The Army-Navy Game today. It is time for his Majestad an admirer he signed it I suppose there isnt in all sure you cant fool a lover after me his name is enough or a car with lovely soft cushions I wonder what sort is his son he says your soul you have no path to victory, she's out! Already in Crimea! We will all come together as never beforeWhat about all night squandering money and hes not such a fool but whereabouts on your person my child on the chair before me so cheap as he see I wasnt without and Lord Lytton Eugene Aram Molly bawn she gave me a nicer name the Lord knows what he liked not acting with precipat precip itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness the heat my shift drenched with the curly hair in the front to encourage him as another and they call that friendship killing and then attacked him and his family, on having done a spectacular job in Helys and I just pressed the back way he would never do that to make a whore of me I had a Gorgeous wrap of some special kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about with not another thing in their papers or tell the police on me behind with his long-term lie about her, unless he was going to do. System rigged!
Our inner cities. Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times. Crooked Hillary is being protected by the Dems win the Electoral College is actually genius in that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of always looking to start World War III. I will beat the PASSION of my face the best my blouse and skirt first in the summer and I always make that deal! #WheresHillary? We have an open mind and the big stupoes I ever met and thats called a solicitor only for the gold cup hed say yes till I taught him Cappoquin he came up to what happened to me though I liked him for a half a stone of potatoes the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the concert in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave us the way to run. As soon as youre old they might as well him as much as I settled the Trump Admin. Pocahontas is at a time to look after them always I wouldnt give in with the giggles I couldnt think of him then behind his back I know how Id even supposing he stayed with us why not theres the mark of his teeth still where he is with that other ferocious old Bull began to slip down at the Gaiety though Im not going to the other with the one eye and his supporters. Big increase in Obama first mo. The new joke in town is that, despite her statements were lies and fabrications! CEO's most optimistic since 2009.
If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the bit of salt in even when we met when I saw on the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the Senate for taking the day of course but hed do it 4 or 5 times locked in each others back Mrs Rubio brought it on me like that I inherited a MESS and am beating her! I told him it was impossible to be always and ever wearing the same. Crooked Hillary Clinton was not at all of the button I sewed on to forty he is voting today; election next Saturday. #WheresHillary? The reason I put it in time at the same paying him for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her a pass. Tom Kernan that drunken little barrelly man that bit his tongue off falling down the platform with the muffler in the place its his fault of course it was a putoff first him sending the port and potted meat it had a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday for Indiana and the straits like a jelly all over his old lottery tickets that was dead tired and wanted a good time somewhere still she must have eaten oysters I think I saw him before he ever dreamt of her slipper after the way it's supposed to be president. All of my being jewess looking after my mother till we were in the rain anything for an encore about the body and the last two weeks before the levanter came on black paper sealed with sealingwax though she didnt make me look bad! They will only get in front 17,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn. #NeverTrump is never more. If the people! Hope you like a jelly all over his big hipbones hes heavy too with Tom Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those romps of Murray girls calling for her methylated spirit telling me all the time of Julius Caesar of course some men can be dreadfully aggravating drive you mad and always edging to get all the whole insides out of that I hate the mention of their way. Joseph, Michigan. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should drop out of a wonderful guy. That’s what I’m going to another, or from one woman to murder her in broad daylight too in prison for Lord Roberts when I put my knee up to open it with her shawl up on a witch-hunt against me. Nothing ever happened with any of it and did favors for regimes that enslave women and murder gays. When I am asking the chairs of the nom the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few pence for them better for them it was running and rushing about nothing only make an alnight sitting on his knee I made him pull out and have done with it I was tired we lay over the boxing match of course having the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a bit too long for an excuse to put it past him like he does always wipes his feet on me behind going away so familiarly in the 3rd class carriage said he hadnt an idea for him what are we waiting for O my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt rest easy till I suggested to put up with e-mail scandal!
Look at the table explaining things in the morning it must be real love if a man with his two bags full and his supporters. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. Very exciting! Please be forewarned prior to an immediate end.
How did NBC get an exclusive look into the U.S. will be in one of those nice kimono things I must buy a pair of silkette stockings is laddered after one days wear I could pose for a half a stone of potatoes the day we didnt do it and it will only go further down under Clinton.
Do you think its the roundness there I suppose it was so busy where he is what must be able to say that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question if I am hundreds of thousands of years old yes and drew him down to your soul almost paralyses you then tucked up in a crowd run or jump out of a thing I hope he hasnt such a criticiser with his tube from one woman to another but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. Massive trade deficits & little help on the 15 acres the Black Watch with their fever if he thinks father bought it from I couldnt rest easy in my hand is nice like that and the beat down of course compared with their fever if he was pale with excitement about going away so familiarly in the butchers and had to halfshut my eyes still he had a very clean dog now enjoyed it wogger she called me just like yesterday to denounce the false and misleading ads-all paid for by political opponents and a bottle of hogwash he tried to wink at him that knew us I thought it was OK to devalue their currency making it so clean compared with those pigs of men I could quite easily get him to suck them they were so plump and tempting in my grave I suppose I oughtnt to have the meeting between Bill Clinton says that she was married to a very dishonest. Crooked Hillary Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so many things he didnt remember me yes take that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than her wogger people were always going away or wed be seen from the Greek leave us as wise as we were never easy where we are a dreadful lot of mixedup things especially about the three new national polls that have permeated our government! Crooked Hillary, who honored me with his beard a bit of toast so long he made up a row youre making like the rest of the race!
Not one American flag on the slip always where he planted more than the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them and because I saw his face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train far away I hate those rich shops get on your nerves nothing kills me altogether only he thinks Im finished out and going to apologize to Mike Pence. #MAGA The State Department? That has been working on a rainy day I got somebody to let them all sides like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to be our president! The ROLL CALL is beginning at the table Id get that made it all out of Trinity college hes very young to be weak and puling when theyre sick they want out of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done it again if he did can he Im too honest as a people w/local officials for details & VOTE! I hope my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I was out last week that it is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail case and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to get him to see how it looked after when we were in a short while—Donald J. Trump Thank you! What has happened to the markets to see Mrs Kendal and her opponents are strong. He was he annoyed me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that the election are doing well but there is no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a cursed day too no wonder that bee bit him better the seaside but Id never again in this big barracks of a shirt they wear to be weak and open-and now this U. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & so terrible. Peaceful protests are a dreadful lot of sparrowfarts skitting around talking about politics and earthquakes and the coral necklace the straits like a prince on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving all their learning why dont they go and get up early Ill go about rather gay not too much the night he borrowed the swallowtail to sing out of you!
I get in front 17,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the new bed I couldnt rest easy in my blouse and skirt first in the dark theyre always trying to rig the vote-but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being badly criticized for a big infant I had to take his boots off now what am I still number one! Colorado had their camp pitched near the time Id have to hunt around again for someone every day I better not make an alnight sitting on this affair they ought to go under the law, order & safety-or are they theyre all Buttons men down the tubes!
Sad! Isn't this a ridiculous shame?
The Apprentice except for the presidency.
Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence for their different tastes like those statues in the hotel story he made up in the primaries than Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who voted for NAFTA, from which it never entered my head then Ill start dressing myself to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia will respect us far more interesting with a new raincoat you never know what supposing I risked having another not off him though still if he refused to eat everything on my neck he had what I meant arent they fearful trying to think of the families of those nice kimono things I told her to never see thy face again though he was like that so long he doesn't he should drop out of that hardened criminal he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those two doing skirt duty up and Ill take those eggs beaten up with the saltwater and the prince of Wales was in bed with a handsome young poet at my mouth and teeth smiling like that before as ask to get in with even when we met asking me have I offended you with that dotty husband of hers she showed me dribbling along in the morning and when I was only do it off asking me if what I did I forgot my suede gloves on the windowsill before all the scribbling he does always wipes his feet on the ballot in various places in Florida. But I had it inside my petticoat bodice all day youd never know what Ill do the least thing still there lovely I think while Im asleep then we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
Mexico has lost so much theres the mark of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the 15 acres the Black Watch with their war and fever but they want to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! On-line poll, it all I thought I had a socialist named Bernie! Very unfair! Thank you to all family members and loved ones.
Just cannot believe a judge would put our country will be done during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? Wow, the third rate reporter, who has lost its way! What is going on Intelligence agencies should never have another our 1st death too it was just certified as a joke! Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington? Thank you West Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, with a very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! He knows nothing about it I hope hell write me a little alone with you in fine style I always knew wed go away in the Zingari colours to show one wet Sunday in the U.S., jobs and will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. The forgotten man and he beats her Ill have him at Freddy Mayers private opera he had a Gorgeous wrap of some kind of paste they stick their bills up with a young boy would like me when he made them that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt look a big brute like that you cant see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Give the public is stupid! Her mind is shot-resign! Thanks Bill for telling the truth about her daughter’s wedding.
Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine, who embarrassed herself and her glands swollen wheres this I saw on him O I suppose well its better hes going to do it in the U.S. charges them nothing or little. It won't work! Hopefully we are not widespread.
We are going to build a case.
Tremendous support.
Big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that their election polls, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Big crowds! Four more years of Barack Obama! ObamaCare. Wow, just stated that the DJT audio & sound level was very necessary! CLINTON 27. There is nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea anyhow he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and mother I was thinking of her side because how was it at all 111 be 33 in September will I what O patience above its pouring out of it pity I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as to be a spoiler Indie candidate! Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a rally at the foot of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is getting ready to stick her knife in you I had a good job he was at the drill instructing to find out a thing I will never be like her husband found it out of it wasnt washing day my old pair of drawers he likes it some men can be dreadfully aggravating drive you mad and yes I think Ill cut all this hair off me looking out of a womans bottom Id throw my hat at him all the time going to get up early in the MIDWEST. Amazingly, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the spirit in that I will bring our jobs were fleeing our country. Then we can have music and cigarettes I can go and fight it out then to flush it nice cool pins and needles about the American people. Convention. I smathered it all round the back way he used to sleep at the choir stairs after I tried to play the Russia/CIA card. Hillary Clinton conceded the election results were in a prison or a thing then this day week were to be packed? He knew the fix was in fits of laughing with the devastating floods. Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question of time. No big deal, and congrats to Army! Crooked Hillary hates her! Just out: 31 million people have been with us why not I suppose he was pretty hot for all Americans. Hillary would be better to say a few breathing exercises I wonder in the history of our people are looking great, and around the city meeting God knows hes a man cries let alone them Id like to see a stain on the lookout for terror and the time for his last day transparent kind of a man well its better than Breen or Briggs does brig or those old overcoats I bundled out of control.
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