#listen I was debating buying one of these books to get back into learning French
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Y’all! They made Justus blond and Bob black haired on the (old) French D3F covers and it’s the funniest thing ever. 😂😭
Example 1 (where you can see it best):
Example 2 (no Peter here ._.):
Example 3:
(Peter about to throw something at the giant rock falling into their direction. 😂😂 Yes, save your boyfriend from being killed by that rock!)
Example 4:
(Bob looks low key unfazed and its just so funny in my opinion. He is just like: Oh, yeah a whole boat falling onto me. Not the best… not ideal. Oh well.)
#the source is just a site where I found all of the covers in one place#listen I was debating buying one of these books to get back into learning French#justus jonas#peter shaw#bob andrews#Les Trois Jeunes Détectives#<- for the fun of it#die drei fragezeichen#the three investigators#d3f#die drei ???#My stuff d3f edition
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THE PRINCE’S BACKSTORY YALL
Okay so first, i’m gonna get into spoiler territory since i’m pretty sure most of you have likely actually not read/listen to a translation of Villeneuve’s original unabridged tale. So, I’m gonna keep my points under the read more below.
Because it’s somehow over the several past months become somewhat important to me that y’all go become blindsided by the Prince’s backstory the same way I was okay?
1. I need you to understand the level of fucked upittude surrounding this guy and the fairies in Villeneuve’s tale okay???
2. okay so you know the evil fairy? not ONLY did she cursed him at 15 she cursed him when he refused her marriage proposal!!! EVEN WORSE WAS THAT SHE WAS HIS GOVERNESS WHILE HIS MOTHER WAS AWAY AT WAR
3. HE USED TO CALL HER MOTHER AT ONE POINT!!! THAT IS SO FUCKED UP!! btw the prince definitely has like a BUNCH of abandonment issues because the evil fairy ditch him for like a year straight she came back and proposed, like his mother figure left him then came back acting Different, His actual mother hasn’t seen him in like 14 years (i don’t even think she wrote him letters??) his dad was dead before he was born
4. his real mother the Queen as i mentioned before was away leading a war for basically his entire childhood until he turned 15
5. but because the war was over and she finally came back to him no HE came over to her and help FIGHT in the war so he could ask her to *formally* refuse the Evil Fairy’s request
6. okay the good fairy is fairly chill all things considered but there are still some weird moments with her regardless like near the end of the book when the curse is broken after he thanks her and hugs his mother for the first time in implied years(??) the good fairy ordered him to not speak to beauty while the whole time discussing with his mother his allowance to even marry beauty???
7. which by the queen doesn’t want her to marry beauty due to her class level being so low
8. and there a pregnant pause and the humans in the group await in fear of her reaction as their she might be a bit pissed at the queen for even caring about status and might turn all her good fortune right around on them for it
9. she thankfully doesn’t but like wtf??? what an unsettling pause
10. i like won’t get into because it’s like 2:47 am rn but truthfully i could write an actual essay on the prince having debatably the LEAST amount of agency of all the characters despite beauty’s whole arrangement dictating that she be here as a unwillingly member to some degree
but like god i’m obsessed with this fella i’m literally making a retell kinda story set in the immediate aftermath of the beast turning back into the prince in my downtime heavily inspired by Villeneuve and Beaumont’s tales because i just cannot stop thinking about this story
i wanna buy this book at some point and then later buy the untranslated version and forced myself word by word to learn how to read old timey french from it but yeah i’m positively insane about this book and my new shiny blorbo
#talking to the air#madame villeneuve’s unabridged version of beauty and the beast#la belle et la bête#character bingo#this is Such a big hyperfixation of mine rn#it’s 3am
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I forget how much of this I've already mentioned, but here's some new stuff:
When he first left the Satellite and became King of Neo Domino, Jack had access to education for the first time, and like the starved child he grew up as, he devoured every book he could get his hands on, which included a lot of children's books in other languages. (He likes nice and colorful pictures, can't blame him.) After that, he learned to read and write Japanese, but he didn't stop them as he expanded into English, French, Mandarin, and Spanish. (Rex got him language teachers at his requests.) Jack learned he got a knack and interests in languages as it broadens bigger horizons for him intellectually and culturally. He's actually very good at picking up new languages, and he keeps himself from growing rusty by reading books, sometimes out loud, regularly.
He also puts himself out there by talking to people who can speak languages he learned, but it's only in S2 that he demonstrates his multilingualism and knowledge more freely. Because Crow is has a delivery service, Jack makes him take him to places where he can talk to people in their native language so he can practice and get real life experience. (They love him for genuinely trying and wanting to learn about the culture.) Crow starts picking up some of the languages too because he learns pretty well by listening and watching, though he doesn't get much into the reading and writing like Jack. (He's good at conversational language but not formal—English being a small exception.) Jack gets really into when he meets someone who's read the things he's had, and he loves getting book recommendations. That being said, he will not hesitate to debate on books if someone challenges him, lololol. He's becomes the guy who's known to shout at old men over their taste in literature.
Going back a bit, once he's moved into Poppo Time, Jack goes to study two more languages: Russian and Arabic.
Post-series, in between and during his tournaments, he gets a few degrees, namely in Japanese linguistics and literature, and French linguistics and literature (because Sherry dares him too offhandedly). During his career, he will go on to make himself an enemy (affectionate) of two universities, one which Yūsei teaches at part-time in Japan and one which Haldor does his historical and mythological research in Sweden. This man fearlessly and egotistically goes after the humanities departments, and they love/hate his entire existence. (One day, he's mocking a professor's lecture, and the next day, he's substituting a Spanish class.) He also goes on to learn Swedish and Greek.
Yūsei, 30: Jack, I can't believe I'm saying this, but stop getting degrees.
Jack, 31: But why? [huffs]
Yūsei: Because w're running out of wall space for your degrees.
Jack: We can just buy a second house.
Crow, 29: Absolutely not.
List of languages Jack knows:
Japanese (native)
English (S1)
French (S1)
Madarin (S1)
Spanish (S1)
Russian (S2)
Arabic (S2)
Swedish (post-series)
Greek (post-series)
You guys wanna to know more about humanities major Jack Atlas? 👀👀👀
#flame replies#i love this man so much#i made him so powerful by being smart#which he is but hes also very silly#the dichotomy of man#smart but dumb 😩#polite but asshole lolololol#i added criw and yusei because i cant resisted#so i wont lololol#this is just about multilingualism and literature btw#he got into art and media among OTHER things kek
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A story by heroes and villains
Book 2: secrets revealed Virgil Anker: trust and caution
Masterlist book 1
It's not easy to know who to trust and who to be wary off. But Virgil better learn soon.
When Virgil got back to the new house, he took a shower and sat himself on the couch in his pj’s. He was listening to his ‘winding down’ playlist. He was grinning to himself. Someone else was wearing his design. Sure he’d made Janus a shirt way back in freshmen year, but he barely wore it outside the house. This would be seen by tons of people. And it looked so good! He couldn’t wait till Monday. He could imagine Roman’s reaction. Would there be pictures in the papers? On the news? He just might buy a paper so he could keep a clipping to look back on later. Thinking about gushing over the costume with Roman at school made him think about seeing Janus again. J had skipped school after what happened in the hallway, leading to him having detention all of last week. He hadn’t even so much as looked at Virgil since. Not in a, “I am mad and ignoring you way,”. He looked ashamed. Scared. That was what made it so hard for Virgil to stick to his plan. Janus looked so hurt and lost and ashamed. And during lunch, he was nowhere to be found. Virgil needed to talk to Picani about this tomorrow. It would be a busy session. He contemplated where things had gone wrong for the millionth time for a while until he heard the door and looked up to see his fathers enter the room. “You’re back!” he greeted as he sat up. “So I gotta know, who’s your fourth guy?” he wondered casually. His dad just looked at him confused. “What do you mean?” “For your poker nights,” he clarified with a chuckle. Imagining Patton or uncle Thomas playing poker was kind of funny. It seemed so out of character for them. Still he couldn’t imagine what else would take all three of them getting together like this. Thomas had taught musical theatre classes, back when he was still a professor, and now he was the dean. Then again, Virgil wasn’t certain his uncle was always present. Tonight might just have been one time he happened to be there. But Patton definitely had been part of this project as much as Logan was. The past six months at the very least, but most likely from the start. “No cardgames I’m afraid kiddo. We’ll tell you about the project once it’s finished. It’s all confidential for now I’m afraid,” Patton told him gently. Virgil looked long and hard at Patton. He wasn’t lying. And confidential stuff made a lot of sense. He shrugged, letting it go. Even if his first guess was right after all and his dad was doing some kind of superhero stuff as BrainStorm, if Patton was there to help him Virgil felt assured that they’d be safe. Though he wouldn’t know how Patton, or Thomas, got wrapped up with anything involving a former super villain. “Okay, keep your secrets,” he sighed as he stretched. “Night Pat, night Lo,” he bid before heading upstairs. “Goodnight Virgil, I love you.” Virgil looked back at his dad when he heard that. “Love you to dad,” he replied with a smile. “Love you three kiddo!” Patton added, making Virgil laugh. “Love ya Pat.” And with that he went upstairs to his room. His new room was bigger than the one in his old house. But he didn’t care much about that. His old room had memories. He missed it honestly. He started to worry that he’d been too quick to say that he wanted to move out. No matter how nice the new house was, and how conveniently it was positioned, it would never quite be like the one he’d known most of his life. He let himself drop on his bed. It was pointless to think about that now. At this point, another family had probably moved into their old home. They’d brought their own furniture. Probably painted over the walls. Erasing the little doodles he’d made when he was little and bored. Before his mind could go any farther down that path, he heard a buzzing. Roman sent him a text. “Greetings! I just got back. Sorry for not checking in earlier. Could not be helped. Did you get home alright?” Virgil chuckled and texted back. “LOL. You worry too much. Hope you had a fun night.” Virgil certainly did. Just thinking about it made him impatient. Oh why not? Before he could second guess himself, he pressed call. “Virgil?” Roman sounded surprised, but Virgil was already way to giddy about his news. “I had to tell you now. I saw him!” he whispered. “Who? And why are we whispering?” Roman asked, mimicking his volume. “I’m supposed to be asleep,” he admitted, earning himself a chuckle. “Ok… Who did you see?” Roman asked. “Dream Prince!” expecting the logical next question he edited his story a little. “I went for a walk and I guess he was doing patrol in my neighborhood, I caught a glimpse of him,” well, that was an understatement. But he couldn’t tell Roman everything. Not yet. He’d lectured Prince about being cautious just today. He trusted Roman. But anyone could overhear them at any time. “He was wearing my costume! You were right! I can’t wait to get a good look at it in action!” Again. “You think someone got a picture? I didn’t have a chance. God I should’ve taken a picture so I could show you!” Though he wasn’t sure if he could’ve managed to get a believable citizens picture of him. He doubted Prince could be photographed if he didn’t want to be. “I’m sure I’ll see your work plastered around the front pages Monday. Pretty sure you missed out on the Saturday edition. But the news stations might talk about it.” Virgil’s cheeks hurt from smiling. “You sure you don’t want your name attached to it?” Virgil considered that for a moment. It would be kind of cool, he supposed. But he was trying not to draw any attention to his civilian self so long as he did the vigilante gig. Asides from that, he didn’t want anyone to be able to claim any of his future successes were due to his connection to a superhero, or have expectations based on this one work. “Yeah… I just… I know I should want the credit. But, just in case he becomes like this big time hero,” which seemed very likely to Virgil. His powers were pretty amazing and he had the personality to make it big. “I don’t want my possible career to be defined before it starts, you know what I mean?” He hoped he did, because he was starting to get confused by his own phrasing. “Maybe I’ll come forth with the original sketch when I’m like, 30, to prove it was me if it still matters by then,” he concluded. “Sounds like a smart plan. I’m going to let you go. I do need my beauty sleep after all.” Oh, he made it too easy. “You said it, not me,” he chuckled. “Night Princey.” “Buenas noches. Mi querido amigo,” Roman replied dramatically. Virgil rolled his eyes. Though he smiled as he realized Roman just called him ‘dear friend’. Trying to hide the way that warmed his chest he let out a groan. “Bon nuit,” he huffed in retaliation before hanging up. Janus had taught him a bit of French over the years. And just like that his thoughts returned to his old friend. Janus had been well behaved the past week. He hadn’t gotten in a single fight. Maybe he should try and show that he noticed. Just saying ‘hi’ wouldn’t be that bad right? Show that he meant it when he said he wanted to get back to being friends, real friends, at some point. With thoughts of a happy ending for everyone, Virgil fell asleep. The next morning he woke up early. He made sure to be quiet as he got ready for the day. Once downstairs he turned on the tv. And sure enough, the local station was talking about Dream Prince. A professional picture of him leaping across the street from one rooftop to another serving as background. The anchors were talking about his heroic deeds of last night, ranging from walking a girl home to taking down those criminals ‘single handedly’. “No one can deny it. This young hero finds no feat too great or too small, and he does it with style. Looks like he’s settled on a look.” They thought his costume had style! Virgil was vibrating with excitement. He couldn’t sit still. He had to do something with all this energy. He started on breakfast. Bacon, eggs… It had been a while since he’d felt up to making a big breakfast and been the first to wake up. Patton was as much of an early riser as he and Logan. Which meant he hadn’t had Virgil’s secret omelet recipe yet. He was bouncing on his feet as the two anchors were analyzing the costume in as much detail as they could. They found the heels a bold choice and the mask an elegant way to incorporate a crown. When Virgil heard his dads move about upstairs he turned the news off and set the table. Patton really liked the eggs. That or he really wanted Virgil to think so. Three servings made him think that it wasn’t pretend though. After breakfast, uncle Thomas picked him up for their trip to the zoo. Virgil had been looking forward to it. It felt forever ago since he last spent some one on one time with his honorary uncle. “That’s a nice one. You really got the eyes down well,” he complemented as Virgil finished a sketch of a koala. “Thanks,” Virgil said, pretty happy with the result as well. “You are really talented. Guess it runs in the family. I remember your dad scribbling away in his poetry notebook all the time.” Virgil looked at his uncle with wide eyes. “You knew my father?” he asked perplexed. Thomas frowned down at him for a moment before his eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, no. I never personally met your birthfather. I meant Logan,” he clarified. Virgil was a little disappointed. For a second he’d hoped to learn a little more about his birthparents. But if Thomas had been talking about Logan… “My dad wrote poetry?” Thomas chuckled. “Yeah. He was pretty good. Though he’d disagree. He felt more comfortable using his sharp tongue on the debate team. He won us some prizes,” he recalled. Virgil took this in. He had wondered what his dad was like at his age before. Now was a good time to ask more. “So poetry and debate team… Guess that is why you two became friends, huh?” he asked. Thomas shook his head a little awkwardly. “Not exactly. With my social anxiety I probably wouldn’t have approached him if my mom hadn’t told me about his mom losing custody…” “What!?” Virgil gasped. He never knew that. Thomas cringed realizing he had maybe said to much. He looked down at Virgil. “Your grandparents weren’t parents of the year. Not abusive, but… neglectful I suppose. Logan never talked about it, so I don’t know the details. Just what little ” “He was in the system?” Virgil asked with a shiver. He’d heard about the system. He was glad he never had to experience it. “No, like for you there was someone ready to take him in right away,” Thomas told him. Virgil wanted to ask who had adopted his dad. But he had an idea… And he kind of didn’t want to hear he was wrong. He wanted it to be his parents. It would explain why Logan had such a hard time talking about them, but had so much love and respect for them when he did. “What was it like rooming with him? Was he secretly a slob in college?” he asked hopefully. Thomas relaxed and started talking about a few college stories, though he quickly veered into high school and early parenthood stories. At the end of the day Virgil had a good handful of animal sketches, an idea for his art project for the semester and Thomas dropped him off at Picani’s office. “Hello Virgil. How are you today? I heard you had a good scare earlier this week.” Virgil let out a deep sigh, sat down and started his story. Leaving Picani’s office a little bit later than planned, he felt a lot better. Or, well ‘better’ never had been the right word. He’d realized that sometime during the camp. After talking about Picani about what bothered him, he was still bothered by it. But he understood things more clearly. He felt less confused and had an idea of what to do about it. Picani never told him everything would be okay. He helped him understand what was wrong and how to either steer it in a better direction, or learn to live with it. He now felt less uncertain about wanting to give Janus a sign that there was still hope for them, even after what happened last week. He felt less guilty over indulging the people asking him out even though Roman was still very much on his mind. He even felt better about getting more information than he should’ve from uncle Thomas. It had been a relief talking about his theory that his dad had been in his parent’s custody for at least four years and that that was, maybe, the reason why he took him in when they passed. And the fact that he had at least one set of grandparents that might be still alive. He wasn’t going to ask about them though. If they held bad memories for his dad, he didn’t think he wanted to know them. It was very low on his list of priorities. The fact that his dad never mentioned them told him enough. The whole scare with the ceiling lamp was discussed and Picani left it alone when Virgil said that he didn’t want to waste too much time on it. “I’m home!” he announced as he came through the door. He heard Patton call a greeting from the kitchen and saw his dad come from the living room to meet him in the doorway. “Dad!” he called out eagerly as he gave his father a hug. “Virgil? Not that I do not appreciate you seem excited to see me. But is there a particular reason?” There were a few honestly. Knowing a bit more about how he ended up being raised by the smartest, most patient man he’d ever met had him excited. On top of that knowing what his dad was like at his age made him feel closer to him. He decided to focus on the latter. He’d turn sixteen soon. If Logan hadn’t initiated the conversation by then, he would. He could be patient for another month. “Uncle Thomas told me about your teen years. I didn’t know you were on the debate team!” he told him. He could imagine his dad thriving in that environment though. Maybe they should check out the debate team this year in between Roman’s play and Virgil’s art exhibit. Logan gave Virgil a small smile, a bit of pride in his eyes. It was rare for Virgil to see his dad proud of himself. He liked it. “Well, yes. It was a bit of a hobby of mine, as well as an attempt to get better at socializing,” Logan said modestly. Virgil picked up on the operative word in that sentence. ‘Attempt’. “You were a socially awkward nerd,” he concluded with a chuckle. He was so used to being nothing like his dad. Finding flaws and similarities to himself in the man he’d idolized as long as he could remember, it was strangely exhilarating. Logan, however seemed to misunderstand what had Virgil so thrilled. “Hey, that’s a complement! I’m a socially awkward artsy kid. Sounds like I’m your son after all!” he clarified. That reminded him though. “Speaking off. Uncle Thomas told me you wrote poetry back in the day.” “Really!?” Patton exclaimed from the kitchen. Logan was blushing. Scrambling for a way out of the conversation it seemed. “I… Experimenting with different forms of self-expression is a natural part of discovering one’s identity as a teenager. It was a phase. I would like to forget about it.” Virgil was about to argue against it, but Patton beat him to it. “Aw, but poetry is so romantic,” he pouted. And Virgil could see the way that affected his dad. Well, their date nights were about to get ten times more sappy. Hopefully going for the heart, and his ego, would work out just as well for Virgil. “That’s too bad. I thought I could make a project around your old work for art class,” he sighed disappointedly. And just like that his dad’s firm posture melted away. “I’ll see if I can find some of my old notebooks. Just ask my consent before you pick one.” Virgil couldn’t resist hugging him again. “Thanks dad. You won’t regret it. I promise.” He felt his father put his arms around him gently. A wordless “you’re welcome”. Virgil was feeling very chatty during dinner and so told his parents all about his day. They had to go to the university again tonight. Since Virgil was planning on meeting up with Prince and not sure if he’d be out all night or just long enough to talk to the guy, he bid them both a good night now. Just in case he’d be too tired to wait for them to get home once he got back. As soon as they were out the door Virgil dug in his closet for his face mask, something he wore when he was feeling sick and didn’t want to infect others. And his shades. He was going to take a chance on Prince today. He made sure he had his evidence at the ready. He’d updated it earlier that week and last night he hadn’t learned anything new. He decided to go with the same look as yesterday so Prince would recognize him more easily. He made his way to the street and vanished in the alleys. After a few minutes he found the rooftop they’d used as their rendezvous point last night. Hopefully Prince wouldn’t make him wait too long. He lowered the intensity of his cloak to be more easily spotted should someone be looking for him. Suddenly he heard a sound behind him. “Good evening my shadowy friend,” the grand voice of Dream Prince drifted through the air. Virgil turned around, his coat flaring out with the movement. “Hey there highness,” he greeted as he tossed him the evidence bag. Clear of any fingerprints or DNA as far as he could manage it, as usual. Prince studied it for a moment. “Is this…?” he sounded surprised. “A show of good will. I thought about it…” not enough. Maybe he was biased because he reminded him of Roman. Or because he’d seen him during his training wheel days. Maybe he didn’t want to be alone anymore. “You seem alright. I’ll… I’ll have your back. If you have mine.” They could help each other. Grow stronger together. Weren’t heroes always at their strongest once they learned to work together? “You do know that if I hand this in, they’ll know I made contact?” This guy. Virgil chuckled, finding this strangely endearing. “You mean you haven’t told them yet?” Prince’s posture straightened almost defiantly. “You didn’t say you were alright with that!” Was he actually insulted by the idea of reporting back to his people without Virgil’s permission? Guess he’d read him right. Good to know. “Okay. Well, consider this my permission. If I don’t want to be found, I’ll disappear Prince.” He’d find a way to avoid Prince if it was necessary. “Tell the chief all communication with me goes through you. If you don’t mind.” Because Virgil didn’t trust the chief enough to go anywhere near her. Prince nodded as he reached for his ear. “I am currently debriefing Phantom. I’ll let you know when I’m done here. Tell chief I’ll stop by with a package. Radio silence until further notice.” Virgil couldn’t stop himself from letting out a chuckle. This guy. He really needed to be more careful. “You ever thought I might be a bad guy? You shouldn’t cut off your back up like that in front of me.” Had they taught him nothing at the GTH? “You’ve had plenty chances to take me out,” Prince pointed out, much to Virgil’s surprise. “You could have let those goons get me the first time you saw me. You could have attacked me while I was busy with those guys yesterday. And who knows how many times over the summer. And on top of that. Who says my communicator is my only way of contacting back up?” Okay, so maybe Prince knew what he was doing after all. “Fair enough. So what now?” He had no idea what would come after this. He just knew that Prince reached out, and he’d accepted. The ball was back in Prince’s court. “Now… I warn you about the collector.” That sounded very serious. He almost wanted to get out before he could get involved, but a gut feeling told him that this was important. He eyed the edge of the roof. Well might as well get comfortable. “I feel like this is a sitting down kind of conversation.” Once they both sat down, Virgil put on his sunglasses and dropped his cloak completely. It was symbolic or whatever. Letting his guard down in a visible way. He turned to the prince expectantly, a little annoyed at how the dark glasses limited his vision. Prince took in a deep breath and started his story. “The collector is an old enemy of Manifestor. He recruits Gifted, and those he thinks deserve to be gifted for some kind of revolution. You and I are probably his kind of people. Young, full of potential. All that stuff creeps like that love to go on about.” Virgil’s eyes widened. That did sound bad. He was suddenly very glad he had not confided in anyone about his powers so far. Who knew if the Chief was on the Collector’s payroll? Or maybe Picani was being spied on. “So we should be careful, you and I. I want to help you out,” Prince told him as he offered him two small objects. A stone and lip balm? “These can help you hide your identity without having to use your… Do you have a name for it?” Prince wondered. Virgil wasn’t sure if he could disguise his voice. But if he did, he was not going to risk Prince being someone from school who might recognize his voice. “Cloak,” he replied before dropping his guard again. “Cloak… Cool,” Prince nodded as he showed the black stone. “So this, is a voice modulator. I adjusted it to fit your tempest voice as best as I could.” Virgil couldn’t help laughing. Tempest voice? That sounded so cool honestly. But man was it dramatic. “You clearly have not heard it,” Prince pointed out and he had a point. He sounded normal to himself. “What’s with the lipstick?” he asked. “This will paint your hair black faster than any hair dye. It’s also a very good hair gel and it washes out right away,” Virgil bit his lip as Prince offered him the items. He was not used to being helped. Not as ‘Phantom’ at least. He still struggled with it as Virgil. Letting Roman help him with his English assignment yesterday had been hard. But he had to let people help him. He had to take a leap of faith here. So he took the items and got up to try them out. “No peeking!” he warned, though he would keep his cloak up. It was more to test if Prince would be tempted to go against his wishes. He didn’t. Virgil placed the modulator on his throat where Prince had his red stone and applied the balm to his hair. He spread it out and took a moment to decide on the style he wanted to go with. He tried for windblown, though he wasn’t sure if he did it right without a mirror. “Okay, let’s try this,” he said testing out his new voice. Wow, if that was what he really sounded like then Tempest voice might just have been the most accurate description. He looked back at Prince who was getting up and waling over to him. “Okay. So… what’s the plan?” he asked, curious what Prince was expecting out of this collaboration. “Well… We could try and meet up here regularly. We might not always patrol at the same time, and you might be busy. But I could… If you are okay with it… I could help you coordinate with the cops. Like you kinda suggested earlier. Or we could like, do some patrolling together? Keep each other company…” Oh, that was cute. Prince could be insecure. Virgil was starting to think he was unshakable. “It might be nice talking someone who gets it you know? You’re my age right?” he wondered. Nice try. Very subtle. “I mean… I guess, but I’m not sure how old you are exactly,” he shrugged casually. He wasn’t going to give anything away that easily. “Fair point.” Or maybe there hadn’t been an ulterior motive. He was getting paranoid. “Anyway… What do you want?” Virgil thought about that for a moment. He hadn’t expected to be asked for his opinion. “I mean… Debriefings sound cool,” he said casually. “I’d like to patrol with you, but my parkour is no match to that walking on air trick you got…” He was kind of jealous of that one if he was honest. “I was thinking of hanging around the clubbing district at the end of the night and making sure some party goers get home safe. I’ll see you around there when you’re done?” This talk was fun and all, but Prince should probably check in with his team soon. And Virgil needed to think about things for a minute. “That sounds like a good idea,” Prince agreed as he gave him a bow. “Until then. Know that the GTA’s resources are now at your disposal through me. So if you want to get a proper suit or other fun toys, you need only ask.” And with that Virgil’s new ally sprinted of into the night. A real suit huh? Virgil shook his head. He’d have to think on that some more. For now, he had work to do.
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~Wine Night~
A/N: This is the product of a fun RP done with @clemencewestley
The letters that I had found waiting for me on my desk when I returned to my room that evening had remained in the same spot, untouched, even as I stared them down, as if I could delete them from existence with my sheer willpower. Four letters - three in the same style of envelope, and one in another, still familiar, kind of envelope. That was the one I was most apprehensive towards - I knew that envelope came from Proctor’s lab, I could tell just from the pure white color of the envelope, so bright it was almost blinding. I’d received more papercuts the past year when trying to retrieve one of those enveloped than I cared to admit. Would she really be hitting me up for information so soon? I snorted and rolled my eyes at the thought. She was out of her mind if she thought I could get the prince to spill national secrets to me - I had barely been able to get him to tell me what activities he liked to do outside of work!
With a sigh, I swiped the stack of letters off of my desk, and made my way to the bed, flopping down onto my back, my toes barely brushing the floor as I began to open the first envelope. I was met immediately with my mother’s elegant and arching letters. Just seeing her handwriting sent a pang of longing through my heart. I hadn’t realized how much I’d taken seeing my family every day for granted. I missed them - I even missed my sibling’s antics, and pranks - there was no denying it. There was nothing I could do about that, though. I had to get over it. I was going to have to move on at some point, Selection or no. With a deep breath, I began to read.
Dear Evalin,
We are so glad to hear that you are okay, and that you’re enjoying yourself at the palace! It sounds like you’ve found some good friends in some of the other girls there - that’s important. You should all have each other’s backs.
We all miss you. The boys aren’t as vocal about it as Lydia is, but it’s pretty clear that they wish you were here nonetheless. Seeing you on the Report isn’t the same as saying you in person, but it will have to do for now! Is the prince living up to your expectations? He’d better be treating you right!
I’d apologize for the brevity of this letter, but the truth of the matter is that there’s just not much going on here. It’s summer as usual. Your life sounds far more interesting right now!
Write soon - and with more detail, if you can!
Love,
Your Mother
I smiled as I set the letter down on my pillow. Short and to the point, the letter was quite on brand for my mother. I had asked her for more specifics when I had written her - if they were going to the coast again for the summer, if they had gone canoeing again, and if Randall had convinced her to buy a dog for the family by now - but for whatever reason, she seemed to have ignored those. I shrugged it off, figuring that she probably just didn’t want to make me homesick, and moved on to the next letter. I could see Lydia’s cursive handwriting through the paper before I even unfolded the letter.
Evalin -
Okay, first of all, I am so happy to hear that you’ve befriended some of the other Selected. I hope you remember all of the information I found about them, before you left! It sounds like you’ve chosen your friends well so far - Indiana and Idalia both seem like very nice girls - but don’t forget that this is a competition, in the end! You’re all there with the same goal, and we’re all rooting for you back here!
I swear, we can’t watch the Report anymore with hosting a watch party! It feels like half the neighbourhood comes over to our house whenever it’s on! Don’t even get me started on the debates we all have after the fact. Some quick questions we’re all dying to know, though - Do you think the prince is over Felicity? What is he like? What are his sisters like? We found the story of your interaction with Princess Ayesha hilarious, by the way! It’s a shame she had to leave for her internship. She seems like the kind of person you’d get along with. Did you get to meet the queen before she left? Either of the queens? I feel like you would’ve mentioned it, if you had, but I have to ask anyway!
Have you had your first date with the prince yet? You have to tell us when you do! We want details! What did you do? Where did you go? Is he a charmer? Gabriel thinks you should ask him to play basketball with you. I don’t know what prompted him to offer that suggestion, but he is insisting that I share the idea with you. You can’t see it, but I’m rolling my eyes at him. That does remind me - is the prince taller than you? I sure hope he is!
Things here are pretty much normal, besides people I haven’t seen asking all of us about you. It is kind of nice having my own room now, though. Maybe I’ll force you to sleep on the couch if you ever come home after this...do us a favor and win so I don’t have to figure out how to convince our parents to allow me to do that!
Write soon please! We eagerly await your updates!
Love,
Your Inarguably Superior Older Sister :)
I couldn’t help but laugh as I put her letter down. Even miles away, she still managed to better my mood. Smile still on my face, I made my way to the third letter, only to be greeted with my father’s small print. I squinted as I unfolded the letter, half tempted to ask after a microscope to read whatever it was that he had written.
Dear Evalin,
I hope this letter finds you well. I was pleased to hear from the head of my department that you’ve registered for online classes in the fall. I knew you’d figure out a way to pursue all of your dreams at once. You’re a very resourceful girl, and for that, I’m proud of you, and I give you a lot of credit.
Though, I must admit, I am a tad disappointed in how you handled your meeting with Princess Ayesha. You shouldn’t have bothered her, and I think you know that, too. Alas, we cannot change the past, and it sounds like it all worked out in the end. You would do well to be better prepared in the future, though, especially if you are to be the future queen of Illea.
Beyond that, I’m glad to hear that you are well, and even expanding your education while at the palace. I’m afraid I am of no use to you in the fields of history or political science, but I wholeheartedly support your pursuit of knowledge in those areas. I could also ask around and see if any of the professors here in those fields would be willing to answer any questions you might send them via email. Along the same line of thought, have you considered learning French? It might prove useful.
On the subject of your friends, I am glad you have become close with Idalia Moretti. Her father is a very accomplished academic as well.
Lastly, in regards to your parting remarks to me, I want to assure you not to worry. The situation has been handled with the utmost care. You should have no trouble returning to your life here in the future, should you ever choose to do so.
With Love,
Your Father
I placed the letter on top of the others, unsure of how to feel about his last paragraph. What had happened since I’d left? There must be something my family wasn’t telling me. Unless my father was the only one who knew? Had he somehow managed to fix the issue without ever telling my mother or siblings? I frowned. It wasn’t like him to keep secrets, and yet, he had whatever had been in our attic. Maybe I didn’t know as much about him as I thought I did.
The last letter seemed to look back at me as I stared it down. Was this Proctor offering me my old job back? Was it an apology?
There’s only one way to find out, I decided as I picked up the enveloped, carefulling opening the seal. I was surprised to see Lukas’s handwriting, and not Proctor’s, once I unfolded the letter.
Hey,
Listen, I know you left on a bad note. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t realize you’d react like you did.
So, how are you? How’s palace life treating you? It sounds like you’re having a good time, from what June’s been telling me. I haven’t told her about our fight. I figured it was better that way. She assumes that you’re still writing me, just not giving me the same juicy gossip you’re apparently giving her, because why would I be interested in that? Have you been telling her anything big? She won’t tell me.
I heard you’re taking online classes this fall. That’s great! Proctor mentioned some of the classes, and it sounds like we’re in some of the same ones. We should exchange notes. You’ve got to make sure you’re on top of your game for when you get back.
Speaking of Proctor, she seems to have cooled down. She told me that she’d offer you your old job back. That was after she called me incompetent, though. Either way, I don’t know what you did, but you’ve weaseled your way back into her good graces for now. Did you change your mind? I hope so.
Hope to see you soon!
Lukas
P.S. Included a picture, so you don’t forget about us little people back home.
I was half tempted to run his letter through a shredder, if given the chance. Another part of me was tempted to write June and tell her about the argument he and I had had the night before I left, but something in me told me that that was a conversation best had in person. Yet, staring at the picture that I now held in my hands, I was almost filled with a sense of longing, for the uncomplicated friendship the three of us used to have. Lukas and I may be at odds, but I couldn’t bear to make things tense for June. She didn’t deserve that.
I let out a heavy sigh, and then scooped up all four letters, folding each one and then shoving them behind the cover of one of the books I had brought from home. I couldn’t even think about replying to my mother or Lydia without my thoughts wandering back to Lukas and my father’s letters. What had my father done? How had he really been involved in the first place? Did Proctor know he and Lukas were writing me these letters.
I shook my head, placing the book in one of the drawers of my desk, before picking up some other books that had been laying on top of the desk. It was a good thing I had remembered to pack so many in my bag when I left home. Yes, the palace had a library, but sometimes it was just nice to read in the solace of my own room. Tonight however, that didn’t seem to be happening. It was as if just being near the letters was pulling my focus back to them. Being in this room was counterproductive. I had to go somewhere else.
Scooping up my books, I made my way out of my bedroom, deciding that the change of scenery would be good for me. Maybe I could go to the women’s room. I quite liked that room - I had spent a good bit of time there the past few weeks, reading or playing solitaire, or trying to get to know the other girls more. Going there seemed like a good option.
When I finally made my way to the women’s room, I was a bit surprised to find that I was not alone. “Oh, hey,” I began, not sure of what else to say. The girl was cozied up on the couch, her legs tucked under her, knitting needles in her hands, with a half emptied glass of wine sitting alongside an open bottle on the coffee table in front of her. It took me a second, but I recognized her from our mealtime seating arrangements. “Clem, right? I think we sit next to each other at meals!”
The girl quickly looked up, her eyes wide as they focused on me. “Oh, hi,” she responded with a smile, “I prefer Clemence.” She tilted her head then, her eyes flickering to the books in my hands. “Seems a little late to study, don’t you think?”
I felt the blood rise to my cheeks as I set my books down on the table. She wasn’t wrong, but when thinking of something to distract myself with, reading had been the first activity to pop into my mind. Fidgeting with my sweater, I took a seat on the coach on the opposite side of the coffee table from her. “I suppose it is,” I admitted, “but I’m not tired enough to fall asleep yet, and it’s too dark out to run, so reading seemed like the best option, since I didn’t expect anyone else to be up right now.” I shrugged and offered her a small smile, my eyes flitting to her hands for a brief moment before I added, “Sorry if I interrupted your knitting, though.”
Clemence set her yarn and needles down on the couch beside her, picking up her glass. “I wasn’t very productive anyway. Don’t worry, you didn’t interrupt anything.” She paused to take a sip, keeping her gaze focused on me. I was half tempted to look down, and make sure I hadn’t spilled ink on my clothes. I was fairly certain my sweater was clean, but I hadn’t taken a long look at my pajama shorts. Instead, Clemence jerked her chin towards the books I had set down on the table. “Is it for your studies, or for leisure?”
“Leisure,” I answered with a smile. “I’m on a biology break of sorts for now, I think.” A small laugh escaped my lips before I could even think about it. Not studying was such a foreign concept to me, that it was strange to even consider it. I pushed that fact aside. I’d deal with that later. “What are you doing up this late?”
She shrugged in response. “I need a drink,” she decided as she finished the one in her hands. “Want one?”
Before I could even respond, she had stood up, making her way to a cabinet across the room. She grabbed another bottle of white wine and a second glass, before closing the cabinet and returning to the couches. It was too late for me to refuse now, I realized, as she set everything on the table and began pouring both of us glasses.
I wasn’t the biggest fan of wine, if I was being honest. Wine tended to make me sad, especially the morning after consuming it. Sure, we drank it on holidays in my house, but I tended to limit myself to one or two glasses of champagne in those scenarios. At the few college parties I had attended, I had opted for other drinks. An odd perk of taking so many chemistry classes was that I had a decent handle on how to mix drinks well. Vodka crans were my drink of choice most of the time, but if I really wanted to have a good time, I tended to opt for shots of tequila. Salt, tequila, lime - cut and dry, nice and simple. Tequila was an upper, whereas wine was a downer.
I said nothing as I took my glass. Clemence didn’t seem to notice any hesitation on my part, and forged ahead with the conversation. “So,” she began, pausing to put down the bottle of wine, “How long is that biology break supposed to last?” She gave me a pointed look, and I could tell that she meant long term, as in what might happen if I won the Selection.
I had hardly considered the possibility. The end of this seemed so far off, and yet, there had been some eliminations. I was a little amazed that I hadn’t been cut, given how uninterested the prince seemed in our conversation, up until the very end. Yet, here I was.
“Thank you,” I started, taking a sip of wine. “Hopefully, not too long. I’ve already emailed some professors about the possibility of completing their classes online, but only one or two have gotten back to me. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.” I shrugged, looking at the wine as I swirled the glass. “I would’ve thought you were a red wine kind of girl. What about you, do you plan on getting back into ice skating?”
Her laugh said everything I needed to know before she did. “I retired three years ago, the Selection doesn’t change any career plans.”
How had I forgotten that fact? Lydia was right, I did need to pay more attention to what she had told me.
Clemence continued, clearly unphased by any reaction I had had, waving her hand through the air. “But what will you do if it changes yours?” She raised an eyebrow, looking me square in the eye.
I frowned. “I don’t see why it should. Science teaches many skills that lend themselves fairly well to ruling, I think - like problem solving, teamwork, and critical thinking. I mean, sure, I’d have to manage my time well between all my responsibilities, but I think it’s possible. And that’s all dependent on whether or not I even make it that far in the Selection. I’m not counting on anything,” I finished, taking another sip of wine. Thank God Clemence had chosen to drink white wine, at least. I found the taste of red wine a bit too tart for my liking.
I looked at Clemence, who stared back at me. I could practically see the wheels turning in her brain as she thought up a response. After a moment, she sighed, looking down at her own glass. It was then I realized how genuinely exhausted she looked. The Selection appeared to be taking its toll on all of us, no matter how confident or upbeat we appeared to be during the day. I was half tempted to reach out towards her across the table, but something held me back. “If I were you,” she finally said, “I wouldn’t want to stay.”
“Why’s that?” I asked, frowning.
She shrugged. “I wouldn’t make certain sacrifices for someone who might not be willing to do the same thing, that’s all.” She poured herself more wine, despite the fact that her glass wasn’t yet empty.
“That’s fair,” I replied, attempting to collect my thoughts as I took another sip. “Have you spoken with the prince outside of the interview?”
“No, I haven’t.” Her answer was immediate, her words clipped and sharp. “I’m not looking forward to, to be honest.” Her eyes, now narrowed, darted towards her yarn as she took another sip of wine.
I raised an eyebrow at her as I reached for the wine bottle, pouring myself another glass. It appeared I’d better get settled in here for the night. “What’s your issue with him, then?” I offered her a small grin, adding, “It seems like we all have at least one.”
Clemence looked straight at me, but somehow, it didn’t feel like she was seeing me. Her focus was off in some far corner of her memory. “He’s not over her,” she began, setting her glass down and beginning to gesture as she spoke. So this was going to go back to Felicity, then. “She’ll be a ghost hanging over his Selection and later his marriage. And I’m mad that he’s dragging people into this who had nothing to do with his mess and are only asking for a normal relationship.” She shook her head and sighed, her gaze returning to the present. “What’s your issue with him?”
“He seems very distracted,” I admitted, realizing just how bothered I had been by the way he had acted during the interview. My mind was beginning to play connect the dots. “And probably because of her,” I added, taking another sip as I frowned. “I’m glad I’m not the only one that noticed that. I can’t help but wonder why they broke up, because they both seem quite interested in each other’s lives, still.”
Clemence’s brows furrowed as she tapped her index finger against her wine glass. The sound of her nail against the glass was kind of comforting, if I was being honest. I couldn’t place what it reminded me of, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. “You can break up with someone even if you still love them,” Clemence said finally. “And you can be aware that they’re bad for you, and that you’re bad for them, and still want them.” She shrugged. “We’ll never know anyway. I don’t think he’ll ever talk about it.
I’d hope he’d at least talk about it with whoever he ends up marrying, I thought with a sigh. “Good point. Have you ever spoken to her? I was kind of surprised to see her at our etiquette lesson. I thought it might be another one of Princess Ayesha’s pranks.”
She pursed her lips, frowning. “I don’t know,” she admitted, “I feel like it could have been Felicity’s own idea to show up unexpected. She’s looking for trouble, much more than Princess Ayesha. Just the feeling that I have,” Clemence finished with a shrug.
I hummed thoughtfully for a moment, feeling a warmth spread through my body. That was definitely a side effect of the wine, I was sure. “That very well could be.” I sighed. “I had hoped it wouldn’t come down to this, you know? Us fighting her for his attention? I thought when he declared a Selection, that that meant they were over - for good.” I sighed again, placing my glass on the table. It was bad enough we already had to compete with each other for his attention, but I truly had hoped that we wouldn’t have to compete with Felicity Graham as well. She definitely had a leg up on all of us, that was undeniable. What had I gotten myself into? I braced my elbows on my knees, putting my head in my hands and looking at the ground. I had to get myself together. I was better than this. I looked back up at Clemence, running my fingers through my hair a few times and offering her a rueful smile. “I guess I really am just that naive.”
Before I knew it, Clemence had moved to my side, placing her hand on my shoulder. I met her eyes, only to find her smiling at me with a sense of sadness. I hated those smiles - the ones filled with pity, but I wasn’t about to tell her that, not when she was being so kind. “There’s nothing wrong in wanting your own prince charming. Besides, it’s better to be aware of the risks now than to realize he still loves her when it’s too late.”
I wanted her to be wrong so badly. I wanted to yell, I wanted to find the prince and ask him myself, I wanted him to tell us that we were wrong. No, that was stupid, that would never happen. God, I didn’t even know what I wanted! I couldn’t find it in myself to argue with Clemence, though. I might not like what she was saying, but she was looking out for me, and was genuinely kind, it seemed. “Thank you,” I responded. “I think it’s important that we look out for each other, you know?”
She smiled in reply. “I agree,” she stated, picking up her glass and leaning against the back of the couch, squirming for a few moments until settling into a comfortable position. “How old are you, by the way?”
“Twenty,” I answered. “You?” I leaned back, pulling my right leg under me so I could angle myself to face Clemence.
Her eyes were closed as she took another sip. “You baby,” she replied with a laugh. “I’m turning twenty-three - in several months, but still. I’m a sixty-seven kid, through and through,” she finished with an affirming nod.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her answer. “Listen, I had no control over my birthday! But it’s probably for the better that I’m not older. I literally cannot imagine applying for jobs while being here. Even when - or if - I return home, I have a feeling job interviews are going to be mortifying. I mean, imagine telling your potential boss, ‘Oh, yeah, I took some time off because I thought I might be the next queen of Illea, but that didn’t work out, so I’m here now, and very interested in your job offer.’” I laughed a little harder, covering my mouth with my free hand as I did.
Clemence offered me a small smile in return. “Oh, don’t worry, the PR training will be so good, job interviews won’t look frightening at all. You survive the Report every week, right? Job interviews will mean nothing in comparison.” She shook her head, and I realized I had forgotten about that. “But honestly, I don’t know that much about job interviews. I’ve never had to go through one.” She inclined her head slightly as she considered that fact for a moment. “Oh, well, maybe that meeting I had when I applied to be an emergency foster care parent can be considered a job interview? And all the times I applied for volunteering? But it’s not as big as a job,” she finished with a shrug and a small laugh. “Sorry, I wish I could give advice for that, but I can’t. Two privileges.”
“Wait, you’re a foster care parent? That’s awesome!” I couldn’t stop the smile growing on my face. It was like I was looking at Clemence in a new light. “Being a good parent is one of the most important jobs in the world!”
She simply shook her head, laughing. “Emergency foster care,” she corrected. “That’s kind of different. I have the kids in my care for a few days, a month maximum, until they can go back to their families, or are sent to someone for something more long-term.”
“That’s still super cool,” I insisted. “The world needs more people that are willing to do that.” I shook my head, feeling a blush begin to creep across my face again. Hopefully I could get away with blaming being flushed on the wine. “You mentioned you do other volunteer work - what do you do? I think the most I’ve ever done were service projects my high school ran.”
“Don’t blush, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Damn, she caught me. “I didn’t do it when I was still in school either. I just didn’t have the time, so I can’t imagine what it’s like in university.” She averted her gaze to the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “Well, childcare and education are kind of my thing, so I volunteer a lot in that. Ecology too, sometimes. Oh, and animals, too, but that’s mostly because my sister begged me to. She thinks I’ll say yes to a dog if I keep being around one.” She laughed and shook her head, taking a few more sips of wine.
I laughed along. “My sister and I tried to do something similar with my father, when we were kids. We tried to convince him to do a study on dog behavior, so we could have dogs in our house. That’s when we learned that his studies were more in neurobio than ecology.”
“Honestly, for me, that’s pretty much the same thing,” Clemence replied, raising her eyebrows and laughing. “So you’re all scientists in your family?”
“Not all. My mother teaches music theory at a local high school, and my sister wants to follow in her footsteps. I think my younger brother might, too, but he won’t tell any of us what he’s into, besides pulling pranks.” The memories of his antics ran through my head, like a strip from a photo booth with no end in sight. I couldn’t help but laugh as I recalled them one by one, rolling my eyes at the hilarity of all of them. “Teenage boys, you know? But my dad and I are both into bio, and my other brothers are into chem and engineering. What about you?”
“My sister’s only nine, so it changes every day. Inventor, soldier, hockey player, baseball player -” she laughed “-rinse and repeat. She would do it all if she could! My stepfather is a Marine, my mother is in diplomacy, and my other stepfather is an ambassador. I think you can find pretty much every job Twos can do in my family,” she concluded, rolling her eyes.
“Hey, I think it’s good to have role models with diverse interests - it shows children they don’t have to be locked into just one path, you know? And it’s awesome that your sister has so many interests.” I sighed. “Remember being kids, and feeling like we could do anything we wanted to?” I shook my head as I took another sip of wine. What a time that was!
Clemence giggled, the sound softly floating through the room before she spoke. “No, I didn’t. I was thrown into figure skating too young for that. It was my only interest for a good decade, until I discovered boys.” She took another sip of wine and laughed some more.
Boys, but not the prince, then. Interesting. I giggled along regardless, enjoying her company. “Thank God my parents didn’t do that for me. I wanted to be a prima ballerina when I was younger, and now look at me - I fell flat on my face walking across my room this morning.” It was true. I had the bruise on my right shoulder to prove it, I realized, laughing some more. “But now studying biology is like, three quarters of my personality.” I could feel my smile shrinking as I shook my head, and averted my gaze to the floor.
“I’m sure biology isn’t that much of your personality,” Clemence insisted, inclining her head. “You just need to be away from it for a while, and you’ll see everything else that you are beyond that.”
I laughed, though it came out more wryly than I had intended. “That’s what the biology break is for, I guess!”
She nodded along. “I prefer you see it that way.”
“Okay.” I bit my lip. What did she mean by that? Why should her preference hold any weight in my life decisions? “How long did it take you to find other interests, after you quit ice skating?”
“Depression included, or nah?” Her eyes met mine as she took another sip.
I blinked at her casual manner, frowning. “Oh.” I needed more wine for this conversation than I had thought I would, apparently. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Clemence waived her hands through the air dismissively. “It’s fine. It was a few years ago.” She nudged me gentry, smile still in place on her face. “Don’t worry, depression isn’t a mandatory phase.”
I put my wine glass down on the coffee table, knowing full well that I was unable to stop the flow of the words about to exit my mouth. Why was I like this? “While I’m glad to hear that, I’m still sorry to hear you had to go through it.” I exhaled heavily before continuing, this time with a softer voice. “I don’t talk about it often, but I suffered from really bad anxiety for most of my teenage years and like,” I paused, trying to find the right words. Should I reassure her that I was in a much better place now - because I was - or tell her I understood how she felt, even if past was past? “Mental illness sucks, is all.”
Very eloquent, Evalin, I thought to myself.
I shook my head. “Anyways, I’m here if you ever need to talk. Or if you need a spontaneous dance break, or a wine night, or whatever. I’m down for anything.” I pursed my lips for a moment before adding, “Except hard drugs. I think I draw the line there.”
“And I draw the line at just drugs, so you’re fine.” She poured more wine. “Tell me about the anxiety. How is it now?”
“A lot better now,” I answered honestly, waving my hand through the air. It had taken me a long time, and a fair bit of therapy, to identify the root of my anxiety, but identifying it and learning new coping mechanisms had helped a lot. For some reason, however, my mouth could not seem to put all that into a sentence spoken aloud. “Realizing I don’t have to be perfect helped, I think,” I finished, shrugging.
Clemence took a sip of her wine, and I could tell by her body language that she was not buying it. I just wished I could communicate with her telepathically somehow, to show her I truly was in a better place now. Why had I told her at all? It probably would’ve been easier to keep my mouth shut.
“Are you not worried that the Selection may change that?”
“I honestly hadn’t even thought about the possibility,” I answered with yet another shrug. “What about you? Are you worried about something similar, with your depression?”
“I was depressed because my body had failed me and I was forced to stop doing something I had spent my entire life dedicating myself to because of it.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “Oh, and I found out my ex was cheating like the week I publicly announced my retirement, which didn’t help either. I was feeling like I was losing everything that I thought made me me. I was in pieces honestly, and it kept accumulating.” She shrugged again, adding, “But it’s different from a Selection. The crazy expectations to be a perfect princess don’t have much in common with what I lived, so I don’t really worry about it. The worst that man can do is break my heart, which he won’t.”
What if he does, I wanted to ask, What then? I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the prince than he was letting us see. He was definitely a guarded person, likely for the same reason Clemence was, if I was being honest. She might be open at this point in time, but I was fairly certain her refusal to let the prince in was the product of the same set of emotions that led the prince to seem so disinterested in all of us. I’d never say as much to her, though. Not yet, at least.
I found Clemence looking at me, her eyes softer than before. “However,” she began again, “if you have struggled with perfectionism and anxiety in the past, you should be careful. Not everyone can resist that pressure, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
I haven’t given into that pressure since high school, I wanted to scream.
“Wow, that’s a lot. I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I said instead, my voice soft. I looked down quickly before bringing my gaze back up to meet Clemence’s, offering her a small smile. “I think I’ll be okay. Thank you, though.” I stretched, the clock on the wall catching my attention. Was it that late already? Dang. “I think I should probably head off to bed now, and try to get some sleep tonight. Thank you for this, though,” I continued as I stood up. “It was very much needed.”
Clemence simply stared at me, her eyes narrowed and following my every move, until her gaze eventually drifted to the books I had placed on the coffee table. “Sorry if I ruined your leisure time.”
“You absolutely did not ruin it, at all,” I insisted, picking up my books and offering her a smile. “In fact, this was much more fun than anything I had planned.” I laughed a little at that before adding, “Anyways, good night. I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.”
With a nod, she moved back to the couch she had originally been sitting on, picking up the yarn that had sat abandoned while we had chatted. I turned to leave, stopping only when she said, “Oh, and Evalin?”
“Yeah?” I asked, looking at her over my shoulder.
“Be careful with Arin. I think there’s a side of him you don’t want to see.”
I frowned, but nodded nonetheless. “I’ll keep an eye out. Thank you.”
“I’m always here, whenever you need,” she added with a smile, though there was a tension in her face that had not been there before. “Good night.”
“Likewise. Good night,” I finished with one last nod, exiting the women’s room.
Clemence was kind, and her intentions were good, I was sure of that, but just like everyone else here, there was definitely more to her than she was letting on. I pondered that as I made my way back towards my room, the wine in my system making me drowsy. At least I’d be able to sleep now. Lost in thought, I almost didn’t notice the letter on the floor of my room as I walked in, as if it had been slipped under the door.
With a sigh, I picked it up. The envelope definitely belonged to someone in the palace, that much was evident from the ornate design on the front of it. I carefully broke the seal, almost laughing as I read the words the note contained.
It was an instruction to meet Prince Arin at the front of the palace the following day. For our first date.
I placed the letter on top of my desk, along with my books, before shutting off the lights and climbing into my bed. I stared at the ceiling, mulling over the nights events in my mind for a few minutes before sleep took me. Good. I’d definitely need a lot of it tonight.
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The nightmare called France - by Alinda
Harry looks at the board at the front of the class and tries to make sense of the words written down there. He should be able to figure them out. Maths was always his best subject. But even with the knowledge he was in the advanced class back home he can’t figure out what the professor means. Harry picks up his pen and starts to scribble the notes down, maybe uncle Moony will have some time tonight to translate them for him. Not that it’s likely, on most nights he’s too tired to do anything. So Harry will be forced to start up his computer and hope Google translate will understand his scribbles that are always filled with spelling mistakes.
Years ago, mom had mentioned a French class, said that maybe it would be a good thing that Harry and James would learn it. This was just after Uncle Moony and Sirius had moved to Paris, so Moony could get better treatment for his illness. Dad had been so sad back then, refused the lessons, in the hope his best friends would move back to England in the long run. Now, Harry wished his father hadn’t been so stubborn, then maybe Harry wouldn’t be so lost in his new surroundings.
“Monsieur Potter,” professor Laurent starts. Harry looks up from his notes. The professor speeds on, and Harry picks up the words attention and calculer. He thinks the professor wants him to pay attention and calculate the sum on the board or something. But Harry has no idea how to formulate an answer. He can hardly say that his name is Harry and that he doesn’t speak French.
“Je suis désolé, je ne comprends pas,” Harry stutters. Some of the other students start to laugh and the professor shakes his head and Harry doesn’t miss the word incompétent. There is no doubt in his mind what that means. All the teacher think of him like that here, the students too. He’s the new boy that doesn’t even speak their language.
Harry looks back down to his notes and forces his eyes to stay dry. He won’t cry during class. He won’t give them all the satisfaction. No, he leaves the crying for when his uncles are asleep and can’t hear him. Then he lets himself miss his parents, his baby sister, his friends, his good grades, his place on the soccer team. Man, he even misses professor Snape and his detentions. All of it was better than the hell he’s living in now.
The bell rings and Harry hurries to pack up all his things. He wants to get out of this room, out of this school as quickly as he can. He’s on his feet before everyone else and hurries down the corridor. He’s almost at the doors when his backpack is pulled backwards. Harry staggers and comes to a stop. His bag gets pulled from his shoulder.
“Give it back,” Harry demands. The boys around him just laugh.
“Désolé, je ne peux pas te comprendre,” the boy holding Harry’s bag says. He turns the bag upside down and all Harry’s belonging fall to the ground. Harry crouches down and starts to pull all his notes and books towards him. His eyes scanning the floor for that one piece. He spots it and reaches for it, but the bully is faster. He takes the letter and scans it, a smile forming on his face.
“On dirait que sa maman lui a écrit une lettre,” he says. All the other boys laugh.
“Please, just give that back. You can destroy everything I own, kick the shit out of me if you want. But please, give me back that letter.” Harry holds out his hand. He can feel the tears behind his eyes. The thought of them destroying those last words his mother wrote to him is too much. He can’t lose them too. Not after losing everything else he ever cared about.
“Vous ne voulez pas que nous lisions ceci, n'est-ce pas?” the boy says. He folds open the letter and clears his throat. “Dear Harry,” he starts.
Harry drops his head and slowly pushes his books back into his bag. He tries not to listen to the words that his new classmate yells over the laugher of his friends. Words that were meant just for Harry, left in an envelope in his mother's bedside cabinet. Like she had always known that she would leave him so suddenly and way too soon before he would even get the change to tell her. And she had known all along.
“And don’t worry about being gay, we’ve always known,” the boy says. Everyone falls quiet around Harry. Harry doesn’t dare to look up and show them the tears that fall down his cheeks. This was his, and he hadn’t been ready yet for the world to know. He hadn’t even told Ron and Hermione. And now, in just a couple of seconds, it was out there, for the entire world to know.
“Tu es gay?” the boy asks. “Crasseux.”
“Rends-lui la lettre,” another voice says. The French liaised with an English accent. Harry had heard the voice before, the blond boy is in his class. Harry likes to stare at him, it’s a nice distraction when he’s given up on trying to understand a single word in class. His name is Malfoy, and he’s popular, and as fit as can be.
There are some words between the bully and Malfoy. A huff and then footsteps walking away. Harry just stares at the ground, waiting for the hallway to empty. He doesn’t think he will ever see his mothers letter again. Why did he even take it with him to school? He should have just left it at home, safe from prying eyes.
“It’s okay, they’re all gone,” Malfoy says. He kneels down next to Harry and hands him the letter. “I’m sorry they stole this from you.”
Harry takes the letter with shaking hands. He whispers ‘thank you’ and then looks up into Malfoy’s eyes. He’s never seen them up close before. They’re grey and mesmerising. And the smile that sits on Malfoy’s face. Harry wants to look at it for the rest of his life.
“Potter, isn’t it?” Malfoy asks.
Harry wipes his sleeve over his face to get rid of the tears. He doesn’t want Malfoy to see him like this. “Yes, but you can call me Harry. I hate the name Potter right now.”
“Just right now? So it’s fine again in say about ten minutes?”
A soft laugh escapes Harry. “Maybe, once the teachers here stop saying it like it’s the same as saying idiot.”
“Yeah, they don’t like it when you can’t speak their language. And they’re not that fond of us British. It took me months to convince them I’m not the enemy even though I spoke perfect French when I started here.”
They both get up and casually walk out of the school. Harry tries not to glance at Malfoy to often, but he can’t help himself. The platinum hairs that sweep up in the wind a little keep catching his eyes.
“I’m Draco, by the way. Draco Malfoy. I’ve been stuck in this country since I was eight. Father’s business took off here and he thought it would be better to stay closer to where his money was coming from.”
“I moved here only two months ago, to live with my uncles, away from it all,” Harry tells him.
“You don’t have to tell me. We still get newspapers from the UK. I’m sorry they wouldn’t let you grieve in peace.”
Harry looks at the ground. “I just wish I could have stayed with my friends. I hardly know my uncles. And don’t get me wrong, I know they love me, but I’m in the way. They promised to teach me French, promised to make sure I would feel at home. And I know they are trying to fit me into their busy schedules. But they’ve always been just the two of them, and I can see that they miss that.”
“Just give them some time, I’m sure it will all work out.” Draco answers.
“I hope so,” Harry says. He looks into the distance and debates if he’s going to take the subway or the bus.
“Why don’t you come over to mine, I can help you with your homework, and maybe teach you some French words in the process.”
Harry shakes his head. “You don’t have to be nice to me just because you know my entire family died.”
Draco laughs and places his hand on Harry’s arm. “Is this how you treat everyone that’s trying to be nice to you? Because that will explain why everyone doesn’t like you.”
“Well, I’m sorry that I’m done with people wanting to be in the inner circle of the famous Harry Potter, the boy that inherited so much money he could buy the entire world. And all I want is give it all away if it would get me my family back. But they’re dead! They’re all dead. And I still don’t know why I had to be the only one to walk away from it all alive. I don’t want to be alive,” Harry sobs.
Two arms fold around him and then Harry finds his face hidden against Draco’s chest. He cries and he doesn’t care anymore. Ever since he woke up in that hospital bed, Ron’s mom sitting at his bedside, her sad face and her gentle words when she tried to explain to Harry that there had been an accident. Ever since that moment he’d wished he’d died with them.
It takes some time before Harry calms down a bit. Without noticing Draco has manoeuvred him closer to a limousine. He gets pushed inside and Draco follows him. “My crazy ride. You’re not the only one with more money than is good for them. Father likes to show off how wealthy we are. So no simple rides for the person that will take over his business one day.”
Harry doesn’t answer. He’s finally said out loud what he’s been thinking for the last three months and Draco is acting like it was nothing.
“I should get home,” he stutters.
Draco looks at him, a stern look on his face. “No, you’re coming with me. We’re going to take a look at the homework we’ve gotten today and we’re going to start with your French lessons. Make sure you’ll be fluent as soon as possible. And once we’ve all done that, you’ll stay over for dinner and then we’ll bring you home. And tomorrow, at school, you’ll come to sit next to me so I can translate for you. I’ll introduce you to the people who are worth hanging out with. And afterwards, you’ll come with me again, or I’ll come to yours, to do our homework. And we’ll keep doing that until you’ve learnt enough French to do it by yourself.”
Harry blinks and can’t help the smile that forms on his face. “You’re worse than Molly,” he says. Draco looks confused for one second and then smiles.
“You have no idea how horrible I can be. I haven’t even started on your looks. We need to do something about those horrible glasses. And that hair, you won’t seduce any boy with a crows nest on your head.”
“And what would you know about seducing boys?” Harry asks.
“More than you, that’s for sure,” Draco answers. Harry’s heart skips a little beat at that confession and he can feel his cheeks heating up.
“Just don’t mention that in front of my father. He’ll go off on one of his little speeches on how it’s all a phase and that I just need the find the right girl. Mother will try to convince him it’s not a phase and then all hell will break loose, again. And I hate it when they fight, so just, well, just don’t say anything about me being gay. And stop looking at me like that, it just makes me want to kiss you, and I don’t think we’re there yet.”
Draco’s cheeks get a little more colour on them and Harry can’t help the massive grin on his face. The boy he’s been dreaming about for weeks just said he wants to kiss him. Maybe France won’t be a total nightmare after all.
#fanfic#drarry#alternate universe#no magic#language barrier#grief/mourning#harry x draco#Harry Potter#Draco Malfoy#AlindasStories
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The Commodore by Patrick O’Brian represents a sort of homecoming for its characters, and a significant promotion for one of them. It is here that Jack Aubrey is given a promotion and put in charge of a squadron of ships with two aims: the first being to damage and disrupt the African slave trade (then only recently made illegal in England), and the second to stop a French squadron landing troops in Ireland. It has been several books since Jack and Stephen were back in England, and a certain amount has changed in their absence. There is still the shadow of a conspiracy around them both, one which reaches into the most remote branches of the aristocracy. Closer to home, Jack’s wife Sophie has been getting a little too friendly with the local reverend. And Stephen’s wife is still conspicuously absent.
On the whole this is a solid, well-balanced instalment in this series. The author’s prose is in fine form; limpid, smooth, and always a pleasure to read. And for the most part it is all very laid-back. The plot is not really a central driver of interest here. The mission against the slave trade is well within Aubrey’s abilities, and Maturin is never seriously threatened by the dark forces supposedly mustered against him. We can also be fairly certain that O’Brian won’t rewrite history to the degree of inventing a successful French invasion of Ireland. But it is full of charming period detail, pleasant little set pieces, and delightful incident on a smaller scale.
It might be the most fun I’ve had with one of these books for a while. I loved the little flashback to a duel between Aubrey and his old pal Heneage Dundas (‘Half a dozen passes, the blades clashing, and when Jack cried out ‘Oh Hen, what have you done?’ Dundas gazed for a moment at the spurting blood, burst into tears, whipped off his shirt and bound up the wound as best he could.’). As ever the scenes in England on Aubrey’s little estate are gentle, knockabout fun. Even a gloomy dinner between Maturin and Joseph Blaine is punctuated by little moments of levity (‘Even in spite of my boiled fowl and my pint of claret and your company I find my spirits much oppressed.’)
But I think it is in this book that O’Brian’s affection for Irishry turns a little strange. It starts to seem less like cultural flavour, and more like cultish preoccupation. We are introduced to the daughter of Maturin and his wife Diana; in a faintly gothic image, he finds the young girl living alone in the care of Clarissa Oakes, who we last met in the novel of that name. Oakes is alone and somewhat disgraced in the eyes of the local community, while Diana seems to have effectively abandoned her child altogether. When we meet the girl, Brigid, she is almost entirely mute. She is polite and mannered to excess but entirely uninterested in adult affairs. It is only when she is introduced to Stephen’s Irish servant Padeen that her father discovers she is capable of open communication:
‘The paper dropped from [Stephen’s] hand. It was exactly as though he had heard a faint childish voice cry ‘Twelve!’ or something very like it. Twelve in Irish, of course. With the utmost caution he stood up and set his door on the jar, with a book either side to prevent it moving. ‘For shame, Breed, honey,’ said Padeen, ‘it is a dó dhéag you must say. Listen, sweetheart, listen again will you now? A haon, a dó, a trí, a ceathir, a cúig, a sé, a seacht, a hocht, a naoi, a deich, a haon déag, a dó dhéag, with a noise like yia, yia. Now, a haon, a dó …’ The little high voice piped, ‘A haon, a dó … ’ and so right through to ‘a dó dhéag,’ which she said with just Padeen’s Munster intonation. ‘There’s a golden lamb, God and Mary and Patrick bless you,’ said Padeen kissing her. ‘Now let you throw the hoop on the four, which will make twelve altogether so it will too: since eight and four is twelve for evermore.’
She will only speak in Gaelic, though it’s unclear how she ever learned it. Brigid has had a difficult upbringing, though we only hear of it second-hand. It is evident that she’s suffered most of all at the hands of Aubrey’s mother-in-law, Mrs Williams. That lady is perhaps the most direct subject of the author’s contempt here; one need only look at how Mrs Williams describes her preferred approach to Brigid (‘...a good shaking, the black hole, bread and water and perhaps the whip answer very well and at no cost...’). Today we might say Brigid has Asperger’s or some degree of autism. But what is evident above all is that she is in many ways the perfect child in relation to Maturin. In her eyes, she is idealised. Well, of course she is — she’s his daughter.
Still, the novel seems to place her on a small pedestal in a way that feels uncanny. At one point Stephen says that in Ireland those like her are known as ‘leanaí sídhe’, and it often seems like the book cleaves too closely to that vision of he as a magical, special creature. She doesn’t really feel like a real child. Certainly she has moments of wonder (as when she is first taken to sea, to go with Clarissa to spend time with the nuns in Spain). But she is not at all messy, rough, or uncouth. To Maturin, all these things are distasteful in the extreme (in spite of his own personal shabbiness). She has all of her father’s fascination with the natural world, and his affinity for animals, and at times she often seems like a nascent, underdeveloped female version of Stephen. I like this moment where he notices that in spite of her implacable reserve, she is not incapable of affection:
‘An ancient white-muzzled kitchen dog shuffled in after them and the first relief to Stephen’s quite extraordinary pain – extraordinary in that he had never known any of the same nature or the same intensity – came when the old dog sniffed at the back of Brigid’s leg and without stopping her left hand’s delicate motion she reached down with the other to scratch his forehead, while something of pleasure showed through her gravity.’
I suspect Stephen hopes that one day he too might be the recipient of head-scratches. After all, his life has been devoid of direct affection for quite a long time. At sea he is widely liked but not often received with much intimacy; most of the sailors respect him rather than welcome him. Clarissa was fond of him but it was never exactly reciprocal. There is Jack, of course, but for the course of this novel Jack is necessarily busy with the business of being a Commodore. And Diana is once again entirely absent from this book. She is mentioned only in rumour by the other characters: she has been gambling, buying and selling horses, and perhaps having affairs. Though we spend quite a bit of time in England, she never appears in this book until the final lines.
Given that Diana’s been afforded so few pages in these novels so far, I shouldn’t find this surprising. But it does seem like an inexplicable way of passing an opportunity, and it left me with the sense of a great deal being swept under the rug. It is a difficult situation, and this author’s way of dealing with really difficult situations is to not deal with them at all. Instead, they will be handled off stage (in cases of spectacular confrontation), or the question will be fudged to make it seem as though there was never really any problem.
The solution here to Maturin’s family life is a combination of both. Diana is conveniently absent, so we don’t have to deal with the problem of her; and the emergence of Brigid turns out to be purely delightful. Mrs Williams and her ilk are easily swept aside. But there’s something that creaks uncomfortably underfoot throughout all this. It is hard not to feel the Irish flair becoming something of a fetish here, and harder still to shake the sense that this stems from the author’s own curious affinity for Ireland.
The afterword to my edition still makes vague mention of the author’s ‘peripatetic Anglo–Irish childhood’, but it is now generally quite well known that O’Brian invented both an Irish surname and an Irish childhood for himself. It might be real affection, but it seems to have been based on an idealised version of that nation, not from his own personal history with it. In later years it became apparent that he either fictionalised or concealed a certain amount of his early life, and despite the efforts of two biographers, much about him still seems obscure.
Perhaps, in the end, the biographies didn’t help at all; the broader question of how his work might relate to his own family experiences is too contentious to be a serious matter for debate. Does it really matter if any of this is inauthentic? Perhaps it does: a post-colonial reading might consider it a sort of appropriation. There is something overly comforting in that perpetual image here of the Irishman (a republican) and the Englishman (a High Tory) arm in arm, fighting the greater fight. Much difficult history is glossed over in this regard. One might take a hard look at the sequence late in this novel where Stephen talks down the Irish locals from raiding a beached French ship to take their weapons. I feel like we would have seen more than a little conflict in his mind regarding such moments in earlier novels; now he is quicker to reconcile the correct thing to do, and the English thing to do, in the same thought.
Perhaps it is all very fanciful. Perhaps this is what prevents O’Brian from becoming a really first-rate novelist. And yet I’m willing to tolerate a certain amount of fancy from my reading. As we’ve seen throughout the theme of leaving one’s responsibilities on shore and lighting out for the territory has been a consistent one throughout these novels. Why should their approach to the those ultimate matters of family be any different? Why should an author not allow their characters a certain measure of the happiness that perhaps they would be denied outside the sheltered pages of a book?
‘…She herself was well, mildly happy, reading as she had not read for years, and she liked the nuns’ singing: sometimes she went with Padeen (who sent his duty) to the Benedictine church for the plainchant. Enclosed was a small square piece of paper, not over-clean, with a drawing of a wolf with teeth and some words that Stephen could not make out until he realized that they were Irish written phonetically: O my father fare well Brigid.’
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*Grocery items: Caramel Corn, Coffee, Carbage, Kiwis, a loaf of French baguette bread, vanilla pudding, green beans, veggie burgers, naval oranges Link for Google Docs: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Fypj-nBc2xGCovfuprmX8fUcWx0h7PD8aupgP14t5OA/edit?usp=sharing 1) I think Singapore is in Asia and is a small island. What I have known about Singapore is that it is one of the cleanest countries in the world, and there are heavy fines for those who throw trash improperly. Besides, the price of clean water there is extremely high, and the citizens have to drive near to the Malaysian border every weekend to buy cheaper water bottles. From what I heard from my Singaporean friends, almost all citizens there have the origin used to live in China. They speak lots of various languages, but mainly English. To be honest, I once joined a debate competition monitored by Singaporean coaches, and it was so hard to figure out the English Singaporean accent. As I learned Chinese at that time, I knew that the intonation of some Singaporean was the same as that of Chinese.
2) Hegemony is the dominance or the leadership of one group over others or the whole country. According to page 449 in the book “Music and Cultural Politics: Ideology and Resistance in Singapore” by Lily Kong, the power and influence of PAP (People’s Action Party) on economic strategy and other policies have contributed to the flourishing of Singapore. Moreover, in my view, the reason why PAP fits into the hegemonic government is that “with the stranglehold on the government of the country, the PAP has actively sought to develop an “administrative state” in which the citizenry is depoliticized” (p.449). Because depoliticization’s outcome was about “social stability and economic growth”, which were absolutely beneficial to the whole country and the citizens. Hence, PAP can fit into the government.
*As DR. Keehn said in the video, I totally agree about the benefits of hegemony that all things can be discussed and get done quickly, but there be some bad sides about hegemony such as dictatorship and bribery that citizens can not control or have rights in preventing those bad sides. Those benefits and disadvantages are the same as those in Vietnam. Vietnam is a communist country with one party and one government, which is sometimes hegemonic. Thanks to the government, the COVID-19 epidemic in Vietnam is being solved quickly and efficiently compared to lots of countries due to strict rules and regulations from the government bodies and “contact tracing” policy. However, there have been dark sides such as the lack of freedom of speech or even demonstration for human rights are strictly fined or banned in Vietnam.
*According to Lily Kong, in the 1980s, due to the scare of potential threats coming from PAP, Workers’ Party People gained back their power, which led to a decrease in voting for PAP. Hence, at least there is another party that can intervene in governmental work. If there is disappointment in the management of the government that can not be solved quickly and clearly, lots of riots will happen. However, I believe there is something different in the hegemony of Singapore compared to many other Southeast Asian countries that many citizens from, for example, China, Vietnam, Malaysia, or Indonesia have moved to Singapore for a better life.
3) The military presentation was absolutely impressive to me. I watched the same presentation as that one in Vietnam many times such as on Independence Day or Ho Chi Minh’s birthday celebration. I was extremely touched by the interview of citizens sharing about their immigration or struggling during the war (1:54:00). My Singaporean coach once told me that his father was killed by the Chinese government, and the rest of his family members had to flee to Singapore for a safe life. While fleeing, his family was caught by the Chinese government, and his mother had to sacrifice her life to save her kids and pave the way for the children to run.
*The music in the video awakened my national identity, and I understand why lots of Singaporean sang songs with pride and chauvinism as they experienced lots of traumatic events in the past, and Singapore is their “life-saver” country. One woman in the interview told me about the brutality of the Japanese fascist which triggered my mind about the Vietnamese famine in 1945 caused by the old Japanese government. I was touched and actually burst into tears while listening to the songs performed after that interview.
4) My civil religion can be so different from that of Singaporean as Singapore is a country with diverse-background-and-nationality citizens, so the level of feelings is quite different. My civil religion is deeply for the gratitude, family relationships, respect between the old and the young, and the traditional culture in Vietnam such as hierarchy in the pronounce between the old and the young or gatherings in traditional events such as Tet (Lunar New Year). Lots of Vietnamese songs were written for the purpose of enhancing the chauvinism and unity within the community, which affects me a lot.
*One of my hilarious stories was about the song “Biet On Chi Vo Thi Sau” ( can be translated as “Gratitude for Ms. Vo Thi Sau”. Vo Thi Sau, according to Vietnamese history, was a contact for a local guerilla group in the war, which tremendously helped the Vietnamese government in the First Indochina War. I cried a lot whenever I heard about that song as I felt the pain and the sacrifice of Vo Thi Sau in that song, but my relatives made a joke on me that why I cried for an unreal character that never existed in this world. Because due to new discovery of some historians (that are not a part of the official Vietnamese government (also called South Vietnam)), Vo Thi Sau is an imaginary story of the Vietnamese government for the purpose of polishing the dedication and devotion of Vietnamese party in the war. Nevertheless, national songs of Vietnam with a strong beat and well-written lyrics affect my civil religion a lot.
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5) According to the book on page 450-451, music triggers past memories in humans’ minds and reflects the origins as well as humans’ struggle. The civil religion and the love or gratitude for a country can only be carved in mind when we speak them out loud, explain, and show them to other people, and music can help humans to do that job. On page 452, Kong also emphasized that the lyrics of national songs also played an essential in telling citizens achievements and the perfection of Singapore.
6) Musical elements: the gentle and moderate tempo and the structure (The difference between the piano accompaniment part and the second verse with drum in the background music, as well as the bridge). The music structure relates me to the structure of the song “Heal the world” of Michael Jackson.
*Visual elements: the part that a father rode his daughter home after school (0:42) (indicated that Singapore is their home and their safe place)and the image of the flag and citizens’ smiles (1:47) (showed the happiness and pride for the country).
*Overall impression: This song gently touched my feelings and brought the unity sense to my soul.
7) Changes in the musical elements: there was a wide range of pitch and concentration on harmony in the 1986-1987 video while in the later video, the beat was faster and happier with different timbres from various voices.
*Changes in the visual elements: In the 1986-1987 video, the visual elements were almost all nature or landscape-oriented scenes with the monochromatic color while the visual elements in the latter were about individuality intertwined with various colorful scenes.
8) Changes in musical elements: The 80s video had a slow tempo and concentration on harmony with loud dynamics at the end of the video while the latter had a strong pulse and diverse timbres and music structures (the difference in every verse that different singers performed).
*Changes in visual elements: The 80s video’s visual elements indicated the better future of Singapore and featured activities of Singaporeans. Meanwhile, the latter showed the modernity and more colorful scenes of beautiful places in Singapore and the happy lives of Singaporeans.
9) It would be a wonderful idea to produce a music video like “Together, we can” in the U.S. In my perspective, U.S culture puts stress on independence and individuality. However, in most Asian countries, the community spirit that the community’s benefits are put above the individualities’ ones is utterly essential. For example, one individual will be strongly and terribly criticized on the newspaper and tv shows due to the refusal of quarantine which can do harm to other people in society.
*Hence, lots of songs about community spirit are being produced that if every citizen joins hands to fight against the COVID-19, better results and magic will happen. Therefore, if there are songs like the Singaporean song in the U.S, there will be enhancement and reinforcement in the awareness of each individual about the safety, responsibility, hope, and effort for COVID-19 fighting.
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10) The most interesting thing about the Singaporean government’s usage of music is how the government put stress on the value of independence, the sincerity, and the care of the government towards citizens in every element of music. All songs concentrated on the national identity that Singapore is the pride, is the homeland, is family, is a friend, and is the future.
*My perception of the power of music has been tremendously reinforced by paradigms from Singaporean songs. A song can deeply awaken one’s national identity and his or her responsibility to a country.
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May 18
Last night, I messaged brad some selfies of Leo. I’ve decided to name it Leo. He thinks I’m crazy but he joked that I got a new puppy to replace him. He didn’t seem too against it. I fell asleep with the puppy wrapped in a towel next to me. When I woke up I was on the couch in the living room. Brad and I talked a bit it was a nice conversation. My roommates were getting ready for classes and I was sooo tired. I couldn’t get up for a jog. I realized my classes started an hour later that day so I went back to my room to sleep. The puppy was sooo cute! I woke up and put it on top of me and went back to sleep and the little guy went up to my pillow and fell asleep curled up against my face. Adorable!!!
I eventually got up, did a bit of exercise that I learned from fitness club the other day. I cleaned up my bed in the case she messes with any of it and left her on the bed wrapped up in a towel.
I sat with lara, sofia, Julie, and marya at banquet. There was a debate about dress code cause sofia didn’t like that she had to tie her hair up. Especially because she walked through the buffet restaurant and ms anastasiia specifically came over to banquet to tell her to tie up her hair. Just follow the dress code, its not difficult. They were arguing that each teacher has different standards of the dress code and not all of them bother enforcing them or even following the rules themselves. The conversation somehow shifted over to why do we pay so much as globals and where does that money go. Then they called Mr Robert Van Dur Ham over. He suggested that we talk to mr bow about it. Make a case and bring it up to him over email or book an appointment to talk to him at his office. They were serving wine for the main course but it was past 12pm already. I downed the glass of wine and rushed back to palm beach. Leo was still sitting exactly as I has left her, I was relieved and impressed. I swooped her up and went to the pet store that Jason tried to bring me yesterday. Leo was shaking, I was getting anxious. The famous mill mill bar was right next to it pet store up a little staircase. I was really confused when I arrived as the staff was just a little boy? But later on it seemed to be a lady as she spoke knowledgably about the puppy and her products. But this lady was so short she looked like she never went past puberty in primary school. I asked a bunch of questions about what I should get her and she made a few uncomfortable faces saying, “lets see if she lives first”. Thank you for your honesty but why do you say that? I bought a cage, food bowl, milk powder, puppy food. Jason(les roches) eventually came up to the store but he took so long to come by. When I messaged him earlier before I got there, he said he had just finished taking a shower so he shouldn’t have needed more then 10 minutes. He spoke to the lady and she said the puppy is probably a street dog. Jason threw his hands up and said ‘I knew it! You could buy it in my hometown for just 30 to 40RMB. No one wants it.” Then he sighed and said “oh well, whatever makes you happy.” Jason’s wife, the driver, came up just as I had finished paying. They helped bring my stuff down. Jason didn’t have classes that afternoon and he skipped his morning class so I’m impressed that he offered to come out to help me during lunch. The driver was very nice to help bring up the things I had bought from the pet store to my room before sending me back to school.
Vik texted me that I could share the cab with Cesar, some Mexican student from school. He needed to go to the same airport, perfect. I rushed back home after classes, called Andy for a change. Pretty much packed everything I wanted to bring back already, just needed one set of clothes really. I didn’t bother bringing my textbooks except French cause lets be honest, im not gonna study. I quicked setup the cage and put Leo inside. Jason arrived at 3.30pm and I texted Cesar to come up and help bring my suitcases down. I took whatever time I had left to hold Leo a little longer just so she knows I still care about her. Cesar came by, with Natalia who pretty much barged in, whatever. They squealed over Leo for a good 10 minutes of course. I would have loved to talk about Leo a little more but we really had to get going. I grabbed my backpack and Cesar carried both my suitcases down, chill~.
Jason kept asking me about which terminal the my flight was which I understand he’s just trying to help but my freaking ticket seriously didn’t have it written down. Heck, even the flight number was confusing. Eventually he called the airport and checked that it was the terminal one but also that my flight was delayed. Shhiiieettt. Jason said once the flight is delayed , oh man, it gets delayed by the hours and I still have a connecting flight to catch! its especially stressful when the lay over is less than 3 hours, I don’t time for this shit man. Anyways along the way, Cesar was a little panicked too cause he was suppose to meet his friend at 4pm, which made me wonder “why the heck did you stand around my apartment making goo goo eyes at my puppy?” He kept trying to contact his friend which he eventually managed to reach. They charged the meet up place and Cesar wanted to go there straight away, so Jason and I were deciding if we had time to send Cesar off first or not cause they were is different directions but Cesar kept insisting that it shouldn’t be that far from the airport. Jason said it would be an extra cost and we decided to send Cesar off first. Damn that silly boy kept insisting that its just a straight route back but boy that isn’t quite how the roads work around here, those are highways.
Fortunately, things went smoothly after, I got to the airport with enough time to check-in and get to my gate. It was not very busy but the staffs’ attitude really annoyed me. There is a security check-in at the entrance. I find myself standing there in front of the security looking at them like “okay, im standing right here waiting to go in, there isn’t anyone else around. What exactly do you want me to do? HELLOOOO!?!?!” UGH they just dazed off and here I am wondering seriously what if that person is in a rush man. Jeez, it was confusing and slow, the staff are so spaced out and nonchalant, how can I take them seriously? I was pretty irritated, tapping my foot impatiently as I waited in line. The lady at check-in was new, she was just transferred from a different department. She had no idea how to check me in so she asked me to go to another counter. The man at the other counter said I need to go check something inside my suitcase, it was just my old broken phone which I kept to download the rest of my photos but then realized was stupid cause im sure the app would need me to access a vpn in china. I headed over to the gate but when I reached the counter I didn’t realize that I was supposed to return to the check-in counter after checking my suitcase, to get my ticket. Urgh, so freakin annoyed but also so very thankful I know Chinese. God damn can’t imagine how I would survive this semester in Shanghai.
I lost my way a little bit when I was trying to find my gate. I arrived 10 minutes before the gate was scheduled to open but it was still delayed and I hadn’t eaten all day except that bit of bread and wine over lunch. I was craving fried chicken and rushed over to KFC for a quick bite. Yum. I struggled trying to pay attention to the announcements. They were very fuzzy and it felt like the Chinese voice was louder than the English one. I returned to the gate, still delayed. If I knew how long the delay would be, I would have loved to walk around and look at the many shops around but I was afraid that the gate would open at any time. I just sat there moping, listening to my music, and wishing I could sigh harder that I already was to express my frustration.
Finely, we board the plane but the expected arrival time was 11pm and I was suppose to be at the gate of my connecting flight at 10.30pm! Panicked, I asked the flight attendant what was I to do? No way was I gonna make it. I was sat between a grandma with long gel nails and a fancy updo she proudly did herself and a working office lady. During the flight, the lady and I both worked on our laptops then there were snack boxes brought to us. Despite the pathetic appearance, I was curious to try whatever “goods” the box possessed inside.
Afterwards, I started watching a movie while the working lady started reading. *sigh* really boosted the confidence in my own intellect. But whatever, I was entertained by the senseless romance movie I was watching. It had a cute passionate skinny girl who believed in the goodness of frozen food while the male lead was a typical handsome tall Eurasian. Might I just add how handsome the young boy was. God, he had such a pretty boy face. The actor was very good at coming off as arrogant in the beginning too. It probably would have been even better if he could have done it in English for the added intonations in his speech. We landed before the movie could end, I expected that.
Its 11pm and I’m stressing out again. I get off the plane and there is an airport staff waiting outside holding a sign with a light of flight numbers, one of them being my connecting flight. I eagerly show him my ticket for that flight, he says bluntly that there is now way I am going to make it and pastes a big red dot on me. He gives me some instructions about a counter on the second floor, I couldn’t really follow but whatever I’ll figure it out somehow. All the passengers pack themselves on a bus to the terminal and I’m making calls to the airline, they can’t help me because I am missing a code. I let out a sign and mutter under my breathe. A man asks me where I am going, I look over my should and answer accordingly. He had a head of mattered thick dark grey with mixed strands of white. He wore a red T shirt layered with a beige button down and a pair of matching shorts. He looked like an archeologist with a face full of sun spots and a pair of simple glasses. Noticing that he too had a big red dot pasted on his chest, I ask him that same question, he said Singapore. Noiice! From there we start talking in English, man that felt good. We quickly learn about each other as we figure out this shitty situation we’re in. It’s the first time to happen to me but a second time for him. He last time happened in china too, he wasn’t surprised. He explained that in china, especially in shanghai, the air trafficking in terrible. The flights are often delayed. We got our tickets rebooked. My earliest flight was the next afternoon at 2pm while his was at 7am. He decided to go with a flight closer to mine so he could at least get some sleep. He went down to our next destination, where we choose an accommodation of our choice within the two options offered by the airline. I went with the serviced apartments, love those, so much space. We exchange wechat information as we wait for the hotel to pick us up. Eventually, we checked into our rooms after midnight and agree to meet up for breakfast the next morning.
Laurent messaged me! So happy to talk to him again. Its so hard to contact him, miss him dearly. He’s usually busy with his internship in London now but he’s also generally bad at responding to texts. I hate that about him. Anyways I told him about my little trip over the weekend and the whole delayed situation. He said my parents were a little over the top to be spending so much for only two days back. He’s probably right but to them it meant a lot and it was worth the expense. Its there money not mine, especially if it makes them happy. Besides the whole idea of a sudden getaway is very exciting and I get to see my dad!
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EPISODE 24 | THE WORK (with Joycelyn Wilson)
The summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school, I went to a summer program called the Georgia Governor’s Honors Program (GHP). Basically, if you were particularly good at a subject (ranging from traditional subjects like Language Arts and Science to offerings like French, Fine Art, an instrument, or Dance), you lived on campus at Valdosta State University for 6 months with 600 other highly-passionate nerds. I was there for Math (probably the least passionate and most nerdy sub-group), but nearly all of my memories that summer come from some place other than the 6-8 hours each day I spent learning about new kinds of mathematics. Most of what I remember is from the two guys I spent the most time with on my hall: my roommate, Dallas, and my best friend that summer, Colby. Each had a lasting impression on me in a distinctly different way. And every single thing we did that summer was soundtracked to hip-hop.
When I walked into my room for the very first time, Dallas was blasting Biggie. Life After Death had just come out, and Dallas was all about it. I was more of a lighthearted listener of hip-hop - OutKast was my group, I knew all the words to “Regulate,” and I had some favorites off E. 1999 Eternal, but I had no real exposure to and New York or LA rap. Dallas made sure to learn me. He played a steady dose of Biggie and Tupac, explaining to me the history of both coasts, the sampling techniques, the rivalries. While we were at Nerd Camp, No Way Out and The Art of War both released, and I’d later go home and buy them for myself. Dallas’ biggest contribution to my life - one that still lives on today - is introducing me to “Mo Money Mo Problems” (sidenote, what a glorious video. So weird, though, that Puffy’s caddy didn’t pull the pin for him), one of the top songs of my life and the one that will always make me break conversation and beeline to the dancefloor.
Colby’s sensibilities were drastically different. He was also a Math major, but the type of kid who scared me: loud, brash, inappropriate, and disrespectful to authority. At the time, I didn’t know how those qualities could co-exist with an affinity for mathematics. I’m not sure why he paid me any attention, but we found ourselves in conversation on the first night of GHP and were close to inseparable for the rest of the summer. One of us mentioned OutKast at some point - it’s difficult to believe there was a pre-Aquemini world, but this was… somehow pre-Aquemini. And even though we were in Georgia and it would have been weirder for someone to not know OutKast than to love them, this connection was the keystone for our friendship. It opened up the world for our summer in Valdosta: sitting in hallways, cafeterias, or laundry rooms, playing Spades as ATLiens blasted, front-to-back, from the AIWA boombox I’d brought. Colby turning me onto Pete Rock and CL Smooth while we worked on a math project. Debating whether or not the next album should be Goodie Mob or The Roots.
That summer changed my life in a lot of ways, but the one thing I’ll never forget is how it sounded. And how it bounced. And because I was taking in so many new experiences (first or new definitions of independence and romance and connection), the values I underscored for each were shaped by the stories I heard day and night. Hip-hop became one of the primary lenses through which I see the world, and it remains the form of art or media that excites me most to consume, absorb, investigate, and understand.
After that summer, my path traveled through Bad Boy and Bone Thugs, 2Pac's Greatest Hits, and The Roots' catalog in between OutKast releases every 2 years. After Stankonia, I drifted more into the crossover and/or R&B side of rap (thank you, TRL): Nelly and Murder Inc. and Aftermath and Snoop and basically anything Neptunes-produced along with a lot of stuff from the South: Cash Money, Ludacris, T.I., Jeezy, and others. Around the time I moved to LA, it was all Kanye and The Black Album all the time. And then Drake. So much Drake. Still here for all the Drake.
And it's with this backdrop that I now see the dilemma.
It's an easy listening path from Nostalgia, Ultra to Kaleidoscope Dream to House of Balloons to Late Nights to I Am Not A Human Being to anything-DJ-Mustard-produced... and in what is a very natural sonic progression, the messaging of romance goes from "here are the ways I want to love you, if only I could" to "I'm going to do x with y and you’re gonna z," the variables substituted for words that make most folks (but not the President) very uncomfortable. For pretty much my entire life, I had no interest in finding that line of demarcation.
The song I reference in the podcast is 6LACK's PRBLMS. It occurred to me that I can't stand up the way I want to stand up in the world while fully embracing certain messaging in music, film, television, or otherwise. And while lyrics and storytelling are open to interpretation and speak to that artist's experience, language, or expression, I have to draw my lines. As Dr. Joyce said, that's the work. But I see now that the art of storytellin’ that drew me in and built so much of my world led, years later, to a collection of music I enjoy but doesn’t present the art nor the storytelling I want to present to the world.
As part of an experiment, I thought I'd share a handful of some (previously) favorite tracks by some of my favorite artists. These are artists (or songs) I listen to weekly, if not daily, and have appeared on many a playlist I've made and shared. Some of them have issues because of the year in which they were written, others because of the genre they fall in, others because of the writing itself. But, regardless:
HIGHLY PROBLEMATIC SONGS I USED TO LOVE
Ray Charles - “I Got A Woman”
She's there to love me both day and night
Never grumbles or fusses, always treats me right
Never runnin' in the streets, and leavin' me alone
She knows a woman's place is right there now in her home
Yikes, Ray. And yet debatably less problematic than the anthem it inspired.
Dean Martin - “I’ll Buy That Dream”
Imagine you in a gown white and flowery
And me thanking Dad for your dowry
[Later]
Imagine me on our first anniversary
With someone like you in the nursery
Sounds like Dean’s got all the roles scoped.
OutKast - “Jazzy Belle”
In this dog-eat-dog world
Kitty cats be scratching on my furry coat to curl
Up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits
I want to earl cause most of the girls that we was liking in high school
Now they dyking…
This one breaks my heart, as this was my first favorite Kast track. I guess for every Sasha Thumper there’s a Suzy Skrew, for every Ms. Jackson, there’s a Hootie Hoo.
Drake - “Shot for Me”
I'm the man, yeah I said it
Bitch, I'm the man, don't you forget it
The way you walk, that's me
The way you talk, that's me
The way you've got your hair up, did you forget that's me?
And the voice in your speaker right now that's me
That's me, and the voice in your ear
That's me, can't you see
That I made it? Yeah, I made it
First I made you who you are and then I made it
Another one that cuts deep. This was a longtime favorite for several choice lines in the 2nd verse.
Jay-Z - “Bitches and Sisters”
Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve
Sisters work hard, bitches work your nerves
Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up
Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up
Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids
Bitches in street with their nose in your biz
I mean, the entire conceit of the song is trouble. But in the second verse, after a sample says, “Say Jay-Z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for, huh?” this is how he defends his point.
In the words of Dr. Joyce on the podcast, “Who wants a sexist social activist?” That’s the work.
-Scotty
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Show notes:
Dr. Joyce (website | twitter | instagram)
Four-Four Beat Project / Hip-Hop 2020 (website)
Bring The Noize by Dr. Joycelyn Wilson (Bitter Southerner)
In this episode, we referenced:
Big Gipp Details Future's Dungeon Family Background; Rapper Was Known As Meathead (HipHopDX)
Future Describes Dungeon Family Ties And Purposely "Dumbing Down" His Music (HipHopDX)
The Art of Organized Noize documentary (Trailer on YouTube | Watch on Netflix)
Blues People: Negro Music in White America by Leroi Jones (Amazon)
The Making of OutKast's Aquemini (Creative Loafing)
Bad and Boujee Civil War lesson (AJC | youtube)
Migos Rapped A Children's Book. It's Funny, But It Makes Perfect Sense (NPR)
Dear Ijeawele, or A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (Amazon)
Why Is My Life So Hard (Freakonomics podcast)
Music
“SpottieOttieDopalicious” by OutKast (YouTube)
“Synthesizer” - OutKast (YouTube)
“It’s Okay” - Slimm Calhoun feat. Andre 3000 (YouTube)
“She Lives In My Lap” - Andre 3000 (YouTube)
“Coldest Winter” - Kanye West (YouTube)
“Street Lights” - Kanye West (YouTube)
“Made of Glass” - Lil Yachty (YouTube)
“Pretty” - Lil Yachty (YouTube)
“Belly of the Beast” - Da Connect (YouTube)
“March Madness” on Saturday Night Live - Future (YouTube)
“Mask Off” Remix - Future feat. Kendrick Lamar (YouTube)
Soul Music - Tr380 the Future (SoundCloud)
“I’m The One” - DJ Khaled feat. Justin Bieber, Quavo, Chance The Rapper, and Lil Wayne (YouTube)
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2018 was something, and here’s to 2019 (hopefully) being something else.
It's New Year's Eve, and everyone is getting ready to start anew in 2019. Just because we're about to leave 2018 in the past doesn't mean we have to forget (even if we desperately want to) everything that happened this year in crypto and blockchain news. That's why ETHNews is here with a roundup of some of the less truly impactful, maybe a little less philosophically relevant, but nonetheless tantalizing stories of 2018's crypto pop-culture takeover.
Not a Subhead
We'll start just a couple of months back to help prevent any time-travel-induced vertigo. In October, it was reported that Elon Musk's Boring Company, an infrastructure and tunneling firm managed by Musk himself, was accepting bitcoin, bitcoin cash, Ether, and Litecoin as payment for the company's "Not a Flamethrower."
Turns out those reports were false, and the whole internet had been duped by a fake Boring Company domain that showed the flamethrower that's not a flamethrower being purchased using cryptocurrencies through a Coinbase extension.
I know the cryptospace is a hotbed for metaphors, but there's something about cryptocurrencies, flamethrowers, and internet trickery that feels way too on the nose.
This wasn't even the first time in 2018 that Musk's name was involved in cryptocurrency drama. In July, Musk tweeted about Twitter accounts impersonating him and running Ethereum scams, which prompted a response from Vitalik Buterin, who asked Twitter CEO Jack Dorsey to "help us please." By the end of July, Twitter purged all Musk, John McAfee, Bill Gates, and Roger Ver impersonator accounts.
Unfortunately, that also meant we lost a lot of great Musk Twitter parody accounts, too. RIP, French and Italian Elon Musk Twitter accounts.
I Only Read It for the Crypto Articles
Way back in March, Vice Industry, an adult entertainment company, tweeted about its partnership with Playboy and Playboy TV, the magazine's television channel. The plan was to allow customers to use cryptocurrencies, starting with the Vice Industry Token, to pay for exclusive Playboy content.
Like most things in the cryptospace, it didn't turn out to be that simple. By August, the Los Angeles Times reported that Playboy Enterprises had filed a lawsuit against the Canadian company Global Blockchain Technologies (GBT), which had been tasked with integrating cryptocurrency payment systems on Playboy's media sites. Playboy Enterprises claimed GBT had failed to fulfill the requirements and hadn't paid the $4 million it promised in their agreement.
I guess you could say everyone was feeling a little bit blue.
I'll be here all week.
Bitcoin Bummer
I'll be the first to say it: Bitcoin is dead. I know it's controversial, but my middle name is Hot Take, and I stand by my parents' strange decision.
What's that now? I'm not the first to say it? Bitcoin died 91 times in 2018, according to 99Bitcoins?
Well, I'll be damned.
Yes, bitcoin died 91 times in 2018, which is relatively far off from its 125 deaths in 2017. There's a lesson to be learned here, and again, I'll be the first to say it: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Despite early predictions that bitcoin would crash this year, proclamations that the fad was over, and warnings that it had left the tracks – despite all of that, bitcoin's heart is still beating away, alive and well.
What's that now? ETHNews covered this year's hard fork and wrote a great article about the harsh reality of this crypto winter?
Well, I'm new here, okay, can I catch a break?
Coin-be Bryant
TRON founder Justin Sun announced on Twitter in November that NBA legend Kobe Bryant would be attending niTROn, the company's blockchain conference, this coming January 2019. The niTROn site also lists Bryant as a celebrity speaker.
What exactly Bryant will be speaking about is still up for debate. The site lists entrepreneurship under his name, and Bryant has made quite a name for himself in the investment world. Surely it won't be any worse than Bill Clinton's rousing keynote speech at Ripple's Swell conference, an announcement Vitalik Buterin questioned when the news broke.
Now that I think about it, maybe Bryant wasn't a ball hog at all. He was just an early adopter of the #hodl mindset.
Mr. ERC305
In April, Pitbull tried to save music.
Let me explain. Pitbull, Mr. Worldwide, Mr. 305, whatever you want to call him, announced his Smackathon project. The event sought to "decentralize the music industry" by holding a monthlong coding competition designed around "teams who can use the Ethereum platform to disrupt the current state of the music industry, bringing blockchain and music together."
Then the unimaginable happened: something positive. In July, 10 Smackathon finalists presented their projects to a panel of judges that included Pitbull. In the end, Singapore-based HyperValence was awarded first place for its crowdfunding platform that allows fans to support emerging artists by buying ERC721-compliant collectible tokens.
I guess the jury's still out on if and how this will save the music industry, but let's just end this list on a good note.
From all of us here at ETHNews, we –
808s and Hash Rates
Wait, there's one more! I almost forgot. Kanye West tweeted the word "decentralize" this year. You can figure out what that means on your own.
Okay, for real this time. From all of us here at ETHNews, we hope you have a great New Year's Eve and an even better 2019.
Nicholas Ruggieri studied English with an emphasis in creative writing at the University of Nevada, Reno. When he’s not quoting Vines at anyone who’s willing to listen, you’ll find him listening to too many podcasts, reading too many books, and crocheting too many sweaters for his dogs, RT and Peterman.
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The Reluctant Guardian - Chapter 6
Fandom: OUAT
Pairing: Rumbelle
Rating: T
Summary: Roderick Gold is about to complete his revenge on the Jones family by inheriting the family fortune and estate, but to his surprise there is one late acquisition: Jones was guardian to a young woman, and that guardianship now falls to Gold. Determined at first to marry her and make absolutely sure all of the Jones assets are under his control, he soon discovers that there is much more to Bella French than meets the eye.
Belle French values nothing so much as her independence, and would far rather die an old maid than lose even a moment of freedom. Her new guardian is intriguing, though, and the more she learns about his past the more questions she has. His reputation doesn’t quite match her own observations, and while she would love to uncover the mystery that is Roderick Gold, she must be very cautious lest she reveal her own secrets and ruin her own plans.
AO3
They had been at Blackhall nearly a week. Mrs. Potts was having a devil of a time finding help that would come to so remote a place, so Belle found herself growing more comfortable with her new life. In fact, she was even coming to enjoy it.
True, there was much less time for reading and studying, but she could always prop a book open above the stove while she cooked, or hold a tome with one hand and dust with the other. Of course, unless Mrs. Potts was able to assist, their meals tended to be a little on the scorched side and the surfaces may have gleamed a little less brilliantly than they could, but as Belle never heard Mr. Gold utter a single word of complaint, she decided that she was doing well.
He had taken to watching her sometimes, when he thought she wasn’t looking, as if he were searching for a missing puzzle piece. If he happened to be in a room she was cleaning, she could feel his eyes on her, though he was careful to avert his gaze when she turned to face him. What he expected to see she did not know, but his silent watchfulness was beginning to unnerve her.
She would have liked to think that he admired her, but time and experience had taught her that once a gentleman realized her pretty head was filled with more than fluff, he quickly lost interest. Mr. Gold might be a bit different from the men she was used to - there was a certain roughness about him that suggested a less privileged background - but he must be the same in essentials. If he wanted a wife, which was doubtful as he certainly could have remarried before now, he would want what other men wanted: a pretty helpmeet to sit at his side and tell him how wonderful he was, agree with him in everything, bear his children and grace his name. The very idea made her cringe. Marriage had never been her object. Independently wealthy as she would be, she had not needed to make it a priority, and she had never met a man whose society she desired so much that she was willing to tie herself to him for life. She didn’t think she’d even found a man particularly attractive before, at least not in the ways whispered about behind fans or described in the least ladylike of her books.
Until Mr. Gold walked into her father’s parlor and she found herself breathless.
Later she would have been hard-pressed to explain what exactly she found so attractive about him. The handsome heroes in her books were all tall and powerful, broad of chest and strong of jaw. Mr. Gold stood only half a head taller than she, thin and compact, with a long hooked nose and thin lips, gray visible amongst the brown in his unfashionably long hair and unmistakable wrinkles at the corners of his large dark eyes. In fact, he looked more like the villains described in her favorite books, and he certainly would not be called handsome by any of the young women Belle had known. Yet his gaze made her breath catch, the quirk of his lips made her heart flutter, and the exceedingly rare touch of his hand made her skin tingle. Her sleep was growing less restful, her dreams warmer and sweeter.
If these were the feelings that drew women into matrimony, Belle could understand the appeal.
Sophie suspected, Belle knew. She had since that first meeting at the townhouse, but Belle doubted she knew how very little Mr. Gold’s silence and surliness affected her admiration of him. In a world that appeared to value charm and social graces over real substance, Belle could not help but be captivated by a man who unapologetically defied convention. She herself had little use for convention, after all.
After a week Belle fancied that she had formed a fair opinion of her guardian - he was serious, sometimes even dour, but hardly the picture of evil presented by Mrs. Potts. What possible foundation could her disgust have?
The tinkling of broken glass would not, perhaps, have woken her under normal circumstances. As it was she happened to be awake, pondering what exactly Mr. Gold had meant when he said this or that, and what exactly that quirk of the brow had been meant to express. The breaking of glass registered in her consciousness and she was up in an instant, donning a dressing gown and running out into the hallway before she could question the wisdom of such an action. Raised voices led her to the library where Mrs. Potts stood frozen with horror, her hands at her mouth. Belle gasped.
His eyes dark and wild, his teeth bared in a snarl, Mr. Gold was pressing his cane to the throat of a tall, cloaked man who was choking for breath against one of the bookcases. His hands scrabbled for purchase at his neck, trying to pry the cane away, but Mr. Gold’s smaller, slighter frame belied his strength; the man’s attempts to get free only seemed to aggravate his temper.
“You picked the wrong room, dearie,” Mr. Gold growled, and Belle shivered. “Looking for the dining room to get the silver, perhaps? Nothing in here but Scotch and old books.”
The man tried to answer, but Mr. Gold pressed his cane harder against his throat.
“Stop!” Her voice was little more than whisper, and Belle cleared her throat to try again. “Mr. Gold, stop!”
When he did not even glance her way, Belle ran forward, alarmed when the man’s eyes began to roll back in his head. She grabbed her guardian’s arm and pulled hard, straining to free the man from his grasp.
“You’re killing him!”
Mr. Gold seemed to snap out of his murderous daze. Rolling his eyes, he lowered his cane and watched as the man dropped to his knees on the floor, clutching at his throat and gasping.
Dove, the only footman who had agreed to stay until replacements could be found, rushed from the doorway and grasped the arms of the intruder. Mr. Gold placed both hands on his cane and stared steadily at his prisoner, his face a stony mask.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I…I thought…” the man croaked, “I...thought the place...empty.”
A dry chuckle escaped Gold’s throat. “You realize I could have you hanged for this? Branded at the very least.”
“You couldn’t!” Belle cried.
Gold raised his eyebrows. “Oh, yes, I could, dearie. It’s the law of the land, after all.”
“You don’t know why he broke in. What if...what if he has a hungry family to feed and no money to buy bread?”
“That’s hardly my problem, is it?”
Belle narrowed her eyes. “You would condemn a man without a fair hearing?”
“Of course not,” he said smoothly. “Dove, take him to the wine cellar and lock him in. I’ll summon the magistrate first thing in the morning.”
The thief paled. “No,” he croaked. “Please...the magistrate is cold and cruel…a monster of a man.”
“We’ll get along splendidly, then,” Gold sneered. “Til tomorrow, dearie.”
Dove pushed and pulled the would-be thief out of the room, and Mr. Gold turned to look at the women who were all staring at him with varying degrees of horror in their expression.
“Back to bed, all of you,” he snapped.
Mrs. Potts squeaked and bustled out of the room. Sophie, after a pointed look at Belle, walked away more sedately. Belle, however, was not quite finished with her guardian.
“You enjoyed that,” she accused.
“He broke into my home, attempting to steal my belongings,” he said. “Everyone knows if you try to steal from me I will show no mercy.”
“Has anyone attempted it before?”
Gold looked taken aback. “No, of course not.”
“Then how could everyone possibly know how you would react?”
He opened his mouth, closed it again, and then glared at her. “Didn’t I tell you to go back to bed?”
“Let the man go. He can do no harm now and he knows the house is occupied. He won’t do it again.”
“Your compassion is touching, but ultimately misplaced,” Gold sneered. “He will face the magistrate in the morning, and it is he who will decide what is to be done with the thief.”
“And if the magistrate is cruel?”
Gold shrugged. “That is the law.”
Belle stared at him. “How can you be so…?”
“I have already told you twice to go back to bed. Do not make me repeat myself.” Her guardian turned and stormed from the room, his limp scarcely slowing his progress. Nearly breathless with fury, Belle stood in the library debating a moment longer. At last, her mind made up, she went to her room but did not go to bed; she sat in a chair near her hearth, fairly vibrating with nervous energy.
After half an hour or so she heard Mr. Gold’s distinctive uneven step in the hallway. A door down the hallway closed firmly, and silence reigned in the hall. Her heart in her throat, Belle rose from her chair, belted her dressing gown firmly around her, and slipped silently out of her door. She stole into the pantry and took down the ring of keys that hung there when Mrs. Potts was asleep; Belle had been sent to fetch a bottle of wine for the previous day’s dinner and knew exactly which key would free Mr. Gold’s prisoner. Listening at every turn for Mr. Dove - surely Gold would have him stand sentry - Belle made her way to the wine cellar, which was surprisingly unguarded. Could her guardian have underestimated her so severely?
Belle wasted no time in unlocking the door. The man inside gaped at her.
“Miss? What are you…?”
“Shh! I’m letting you go,” she whispered. “You made a mistake, but not one you should be hanged or mutilated for. You won’t break in again, now that you know the house is occupied, will you?”
“Of course not,” the man groaned, rising to his feet. “But you...he’ll be furious with you.”
Belle shrugged. “I’ll stand up to him; I’ve done it before, after all.”
When he appeared ready to leave, Belle, looked out to make sure they were not about to be caught.
“Go on, then,” she whispered. “I need to lock the door and put the key away, but you should waste no time.”
“You are an angel, my lady,” he sighed. “May God protect you from that old beast’s wrath.”
Belle shook her head with a smile, and the man darted off. Belle waited a moment to be sure he was safely away, and then locked the door and returned the key ring to its place in the pantry. There was no sense in being scared now of what the morning would bring. Her intentions had been noble, and Mr. Gold would never actually harm her, she was sure of that. She hurried as softly as she could back up the stairs and into her bedroom, and turned the lock. No matter what happened the next day, she would sleep easier tonight.
Gold awoke the next morning after a fitful sleep, his little ward’s accusing eyes and disapproving tone having proved more problematic than he’d thought they could be. He fought a twinge of uncertainty. After all, this was his house. He owned all that was in it, and he would prosecute anyone who sought to steal from him. No amount of pleading or weeping from a soft-hearted female would change his mind.
He wrote a letter to the magistrate, determined to have the whole unpleasant business completed before breakfast. Tapping the envelope against his fingers, he made his way down to the wine cellar to be sure everything was as it should be. When he stood before the door, though, he could sense that something was wrong. He didn’t expect to hear shouting or weeping, but not a single sound - not even the shuffle of a shoe - could be heard within. Suspiciously he unlocked the door and swung it wide.
The room was empty.
The thief had escaped.
But wait...the door was not forced, and there were no windows in this cellar. The thief hadn’t escaped - he’d been set free .
And Gold knew exactly which headstrong, foolish, meddlesome female was to blame.
“Bella!”
At work brushing the grate of the hearth in the drawing room, Belle started. Mr. Gold had never yet called her by her Christian name, and he had certainly not raised his voice to her. He stormed into the drawing room, fury rolling off him in waves, and it took all her courage to stand and face him, her hands clasped demurely before her.
“Yes, Mr. Gold?”
“Where is he?” her guardian roared.
“Oh, the thief? I let him go.”
“You...you let him go?” Gold gaped at his ward, the audacity of her confession nearly robbing him of language. “You let him go! Against my instructions, my wishes, and my authority!”
“Your instructions were wrong, your wishes faulty. And as for your authority…” Belle quailed a little, then rallied. “You must act as you see fit, but I would far rather have my allowance revoked than countenance such injustice.”
“Injustice? He was a thief! ”
“He made a mistake! He left immediately, and he won’t make that same mistake again!”
“Mr. Gold, sir!”
Mr. Gold blinked and appeared to realize that the two of them were standing nearly toe to toe, their faces mere inches apart. He backed away hastily, stumbling a little, and turned to glare at Mrs. Potts. “What?”
“The silver! All the silver in the china hutch is gone!”
Mr. Gold turned furious eyes on Belle and she swallowed a squeak of fear. “A mistake, was it? Never again, will he?”
“He...he…” Belle swallowed, tears forming in her eyes. “He must be a very desperate man. We don’t know why he needed to steal!”
“He needed to steal because he wanted money , Miss French,” Gold snapped. “That is the only reason people steal.” He turned and stormed away from her.
“Where are you going?”
“To get my things back.”
Belle hurried after him. “I’m coming with you. You won’t kill him if I am there.”
“Oh, won’t I? That would be a fitting punishment for you, wouldn’t it? Watching the life squeezed out of him and knowing that it was your fault.”
He wouldn’t. Belle knew he wouldn’t. At least...she thought he wouldn’t. Would he? She ran after him to the stables.
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NEWS - BOOM! Studios Message to Retailers
As lockdowns continue across the nation due to the current global pandemic, many are uncertain as to when things will get back to normal or if there will be a new normal.
Today, BOOM! Studios’ President of Publishing and Marketing, Filip Sablik, released a message to comic book retailers that they are standing by for when the time comes to reopen for a new “Day 1”. In the meantime, please support your local comic shop – many have curbside pickup or offer delivery services. BOOM! Studios has a tool on their site to help Boost Your Local Comic Shop.
You can also catch up with our Ranger Merch Reviews for the BOOM! Studios Power Rangers comics by listening to our review episodes.
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To Our Retail Partners,
A new day will dawn for the direct market. I believe we must rise to meet this rebirth by recommitting to who we are and what makes comic book stores special. Soon, we’ll have new comics to sell. When that moment comes, every comic shop will have a fresh start. Each store has their own new Day One in their future. Some parts of the world will open before others to ensure safety. Comic shops won’t have a single uniform Day One. One size doesn’t fit all.
But one thing is certain: Your customers will return. And on your new Day One, you’ll have an opportunity you haven’t had since you first opened your store – the chance to make a first impression.
How do I know your comic book customers are coming back? Because you sell community. Community is what makes comic book stores special.
Before COVID-19, customers could buy comic books online at the click of a few buttons. Many websites sold cheaper than you could even after shipping. Your customers could read the newest stories instantly when they woke up through digital apps. None of this information is new or secret. If price or convenience was the only thing driving a customer’s decision to purchase, there would be no foot traffic in comic book stores after the widespread adoption of the internet. None at all! But comic book fans didn’t exclusively buy new releases off the internet or an app. They bought them at your store. Because you sell community.
It’s why I love comic shops. Where else can I talk about Saga coming back? Now I don’t debate who’s stronger—Superman or the Hulk. But I’ve been there when two people—neither of whom worked at a job where the boss or a co-worker wanted to debate this—started discussing it and asked me what I thought. In case you didn’t know, I have a shrine to the original superhero in my office. You see, you don’t just sell issues of Superman—or Once & Future.
You also sell community, a place where everyone knows your name. You sell a place where every customer knows that you’ll introduce them to the best work from their favorite creators. You sell them Kieron Gillen’s Once & Future or Ludocrats because they love Die or The Wicked & The Divine. You sell them Brian Azzarello’s Faithless because you remember they enjoyed Moonshine or 100 Bullets. You sell them James Tynion IV’s Something Is Killing the Children because they’re devouring his Batman or The Woods.
You sell a space where people appreciate gorgeous art by Jim Lee, Jenny Frison, Dan Mora, and Mike Mignola. You sell a place where people know who these creators are — and if a customer doesn’t know who they are, you educate them. And in turn, you know your customers. What they like, what they don’t like, who they are, who their families are, and what matters to them. You’ve shared in their joys and laughter, their achievements and triumphs.
Your store is a unique, integral part of the comics industry. No other comic store can replace the experience of your comic store.
I believe that comic book stores are your customers’ “third place.” I had planned on making this idea a central part of my presentation to our retail partners at the Diamond Retailer Summit in Orlando weeks ago.
In his seminal book The Great Good Place, Robert Oldenburg introduced the idea that in order for a society to flourish every person must have three realms. The first place is home. The second place is work. We all have these first two places. They are understood and universal.
But the third place is a place that is not linked to your home life and not linked to your work life. It’s a place we can be ourselves free from the responsibilities of home or work. They’ve existed throughout human history. We all seek them out whether we realize it or not.
In Ancient Greece, it was the agora. During the Enlightenment and French Revolution, it was the coffee house. During the American Revolution, it was the tavern. In modern life, it might include churches, community centers, coffee shops and cafes, bars and pubs, restaurants, malls, hair salons and barber shops, pools, movie theaters, clubs and organizations, libraries, and even parks.
Because they are a third place, I believe comic book shops are an intrinsic part of our society. Comic book shops matter.
The good news is that you don’t just sell comic books. Because you offer your customers something far more valuable – community. If your store is a reflection of you, your staff, and the customers you want to fill your store with, that’s a third place only you can create. You’ve created a place where a group of people can be themselves, debate their favorite stories and heroes with friends, share their burdens with a friendly ear, and discover the next amazing story from a trusted source. And community is the most powerful reason for customers to shop at a comic store.
Across the world, we’ve seen members of our community rally to boost their local comic shop. Those customers, the customers you serve, aren’t buying your backstock, donating money, signing up for book clubs, or ordering gift cards to save the places they buy comic books and graphic novels.
They’re doing it to save their third place. The third place you’ve created cannot be replaced, replicated, or made obsolete by another channel that offers to sell the same product you sell to your community. You are a community builder. Don’t lose sight of who you are, why your store exists, and what you believe. No other channel can sell the same stuff you do.
We’ve all had to hunker down while this passes outside. We’ve had to find shelter and safety. But Day One is coming. It’s time to engage with, to strengthen, and grow your community. I’ve seen amazing examples of comic stores learning to live stream across social channels, running book clubs through video conference services, offering curated or concierge shopping services, providing information and entertainment to their communities through blog posts, videos, and newsletters, and so much more. I’ve talked to retailers who are organizing, cleaning, and reinventing the interior of their stores to make them even more welcoming when they reopen. Some of these ideas generate an immediate return, but even if they don’t, investing in your community is something that will pay dividends in the long run.
You are community builders.
And what’s more, I believe that when this is all over – whether the world returns to something that closely resembles the world before or whether our new normal is quite different – that our community will need both of us more than ever. After weeks of isolation and communicating through text, phone, and video chat, we will all need to reconnect with our third place. We will all need stories. Stories that help us reconnect with our humanity, that will help us make sense of what happened, stories that allow us to escape, and stories that inspire us.
Let’s make sure we’re ready when that day comes. Let’s take this time to make sure that we have the best stories ready to go. That our third places are all the best versions of themselves.
At BOOM! Studios, we’re ready for your Day One. As your best partner, we’ve been planning and refining our 2020 publishing plans to ensure that we show up with Must Read stories to earn our space on your shelves. We’ve already shared with you our Retailer Support Services to support you when you open your doors again for your community. You’ve seen our continued support every week in our retailer newsletters arming you with small business tools and information. There’s more support to come. More importantly, we will transparently share our plans so you aren’t wondering what’s going to draw your community in for this new dawn, you can start talking to them about it. Together we’ll make sure that when our community returns to their favorite third place that they are excited to do so and are greeted by the best Must Read stories we can deliver.
I’ll see you there. At my local comic shop.
Filip Sablik
President, Publishing & Marketing
BOOM! Studios
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The Sunday Series Vol. 14
Happy Sunday, friends! We’re back after a few weeks away due to traveling and a boat load of extra work. It feels good to be at home this weekend, and although we’ve worked most of it, we’ve been able to take a bit more of break than we’ve been able to over the past couple of weeks. With the launch of Gal Meets Glam Collection in a little over a month, there are a million and one things still left to do. For me, this month was a focus on energy and longevity as it’s been long hours and 7 day workweeks, so I’ve put a big focus on health so that I can feel my best and get all my work done, so that’s where my Sunday Series originated from today! Thomas always loves looking for cool new tech toys, so he’s excited to write all about a new drone, Laura found a podcast that she’s constantly inspired by and Margaret shares a beautiful poem about growth. And as always, we hope you share something new you discovered this week or were inspired by in the comments section below!
Julia – I love sugar and I’ve always known that I probably eat way too much of it on a daily basis, but I sort of loved living in denial. That is until recently when I was really tired of being tired. I eat healthy and try to give my body the proper nutrients it needs, but I didn’t understand why I always sort of felt off. I found Kelly LeVeque after someone posted about her on Instagram. I took a deep dive into her account and ended up buying her book, Body Love. One of the core focuses around it is how sugar really affects us. A sugar imbalance can throw off our whole system. She comes from a science background and worked in cancer research and genetics before becoming a nutritionist. Her book is filled with lots of other incredibly useful knowledge and tools (like how to turn off your hunger hormones by giving your body the right amount of fat, fiber, greens and protein) along with recipes, tips for traveling and more. I really connected with this book, I felt like it spoke to me. I’m not someone who follows along diets or trends, I really just try and do what’s best for my body and listen to what makes it feel good. I love to eat and I’ve never limited myself in terms of what I can or can’t have. Kelly’s whole philosophy is around this, but with the notion that what we choose should make us feel great (because food is fuel), so be mindful and aware of the nutrients and making sure we’re giving our body what it needs. I’ve been creating some of the smoothies recipes from Body Love in the morning and they’re not only delicious but I feel amazing and so energized. I also really like how easy they are to make (and you can make them anywhere) as long as you know the four main ingredients- protein, greens, fiber and fat.
Thomas – Drones for photography and videography are pretty damn cool. In the last couple of years, thanks to DJI, they’ve become incredibly accessible for professional, semi-professional and hobbyists that just want to play with something cool. The technology in these things and the size are breaking down important customer pain points like ease of use, portability and image quality. I’ve debated, in my head, dozens of times whether I should add a drone to take with us to add to our repertoire of images. What has long held me back is that a drone, no matter how small, will always be a secondary tool for creating amazing content. That means in addition to all my camera gear I have to lug around a drone and it’s controller, extra battery and chargers. The friends I have with drones say they hardly ever use them. Also, 4-5 years ago, only a handful of first movers were using drones, back then it was so new that no matter the quality of video or image, it was cool and interesting to mix in to normal content, but now it’s much more common and just having a drone doesn’t make you more unique.
I decided last summer to rent a drone from my favorite camera rental service, Parachut, to bring with us to France. We had dreams of renting a vintage car with video captured of Julia driving through the winding Provence roads or along the French Riviera. I used it a total of 5 times and nearly hit trees on every use. I was too scared to really put it to the test. While these drones are supposed to have advanced sensors to avoid collision they are hardly what you’d expect given how they are marketed.
But this week, Skydio a new entrant in the drone space, announced a completely autonomous drone that they’ve been in development on for 4 years and it looks pretty incredible. Even if you will never be in the market for a drone, this is still worth watching the video of. It’s 13 cameras act as sensors to create a visual map of the surroundings then software inside does some pretty interesting things on top of that, which are way beyond my ability to explain. You can read more about the technology here. It’s expertise is really in the autonomy, let’s say you want to record yourself mountain biking, you can set it to follow, lead, side profile, orbit or act as a tripod and it will do it all for you. While the video quality doesn’t look quite like what you can get on DJI drones these features are so advanced that they will carve out a nice place in the market for people that really need that autonomy. My prediction, Amazon buys Skydio in a few years in order to really make a push into autonomous drone package delivery.
Laura – When I stumble upon or am introduced to the name of someone successful I Google anything and everything about them to hear more of how they got to where they are in their careers. I recently finished a great episode on one of my favorite podcasts, How I Built This with Guy Raz about a serial entrepreneur, Marcia Kilgore. Have you listened to it yet? She is so intelligent and inspiring, her story is unbelievable. I love this podcast series for many reasons: 1) each interview puts a personality and voice to the name of a big brand we’ve heard tossed around in daily conversation 2) there’s a connection and a passion in their discussions that really shines through even as I’m just listening through my car speakers en route to work and 3) I love how Guy Raz taps into their minds so listeners can hear their thought process, their approaches to life and the business world. Marcia Kilgore’s interview is now at the top of my list along with Sara Blakely. She started out with only $300 to her name and spent every penny of it towards a gym membership because working out was a passion of hers. Low and behold, exercise was the start of her first personal business. That’s not one of the five businesses she has successfully grown, however, she is well known for changing the beauty industry one brand at a time. She is the Founder of Bliss, Soap & Glory, FitFlop, Beauty Pie, and a recent one called Soaper Duper. I don’t want to give away too much so definitely check out the podcast episode and this great interview!
Margaret – Although we’re still a couple of weeks away from the first day of spring, which falls on March 20th, the weather has warmed up in Charleston and spring flowers are blooming. There’s something beautiful about recognizing a new season or month (hello, March), and all of the changes the time of year brings along. Seasons remind me about the dynamic ebb and flow of life. Change is inevitable, and it is in our best interest to embrace it, or at the very least, be open to it. In one of the first Gal Meets Glam Collection Previews Julia shares her thoughts on change and writes, “If I’ve learned anything in the past seven years since starting Gal Meets Glam, it’s that we can be whatever we want to be. So often, we limit ourselves by what we think we are or what others think we should be. We are humans and we’re allowed to grow and develop and change. And do it again. And again. It’s part of life and what makes it so beautiful. That’s one of the reasons I had the courage to pursue this passion.” This week I came across this poem, which ties into this very idea of what it means to develop and step into who we’re meant to be. I hope it serves as a reminder in a season full of flowers that, we too, are both blooming and becoming:
becoming
there is something
beginning to poke its head
through the soil
that has been becoming
all through the long cold winter
but is just now
finally ready to show itself
to burst into the fullness
of all that it was meant to be
now free from the comfort
and confines of the rich dark soil
the struggle to become has ended
it stretches out its arms
to touch the life-giving sunlight
dancing in the fullness
of the intent of its maker
finally free to be
all it was dreamt to be
by Jim Branch
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Bernie Sanders said, hid herself in a landslide, I am least racist person there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! Where's the ten shillings I gave a woman, Nosey Flynn answered. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Or will I drop into old Harris's and have a great evening-I always said that I want the PEOPLE! His eyes said: Not here. Bitten off more than you think of it. And with a sprig of parsley. There's a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat lived in a poky bonnet. Milly too rock oil and flour. That's the man now that gave their lives for us yet? Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no sense of markets and such replete. No new deals will be greatly missed!
Really, I will sign the first one that I've missed. Quite a boy. Both Ted Cruz is weak and ineffective.
New Hampshire-will be forced out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his better half. Answer. Mr Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes: What is going crazy.
Society over the world with a good bellyful of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he gets his notice to quit. Well, it's a fair question? Or who was it no yes or was it no yes or was it was that ad in the bridewell. I hope everyone had a good load of fat soup under their belts. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King, just the same.
I will teach them! One fellow told another and so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, high crime, poor old sot.
Shapely too. Not think. Puts gusto into it. See things in their mortarboards. When will we do it on the ballastoffice is down. Like a man walking in his mind's eye.
#NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg, who wants to debate again. Good Lord, that poor child's dress is in and blurt out what you know. Useless to go back to America, fix our rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary said, hid herself in a hand of Mr Bloom's heart.
—I will win on the ballastoffice is down. Funeral was this morning. His gaze passed over the great job done-it is from a funeral. We only want to fix it!
Sunwarm silk.
Things are going to talk about Hillary's policies that have made U.S. a mess! All a bit of codfish for instance.
Rexnord of Indiana and meet the hard working and wonderful guy. The Democratic Convention.
Doesn't go properly. Make themselves thoroughly at home. For Growth said in their mortarboards.
If Mayor can't do it on the bed. Poor trembling calves.
So totally dishonest! Powerful man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not be allowed to say or do something or cherchez la femme. All are washed in rainwater. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get away with murder. Yes, sir, we'll take two of your provosts and provost of Trinity every mother's son don't talk of your children from D.C. Don't! Scandal! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Bernie Sanders was very impressed!
Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches.
He did come a wallop, by God. Not such damn fools. Not stillborn of course. Flowers her eyes. I'm hungry too.
My heart's broke eating dripping.
Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves are beauty.
Not following me? Handel. No wonder companies flee country! #RiggedSystem Raised a lot of wedding emails.
The Green Party scam to fill out the sun's disk. She had two years ago, great people of Guam! I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street.
Want to try and figure me out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of business. He withdrew his hand to guide it forward. #DTS There should be in jail!
A squad of others, have a great four days in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a lot myself and Owen Goldberg up in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is still running a major highway yesterday, except for some Republican leadership. Very sad that a fellow couldn't round on more than you think.
I would have changed.
Eaten a bad penny. Thank you to a great rally in Cincinnati is ON. I remember. —Yes, sir. —He's not too bad, one of the money I raised/given a tremendous amount of money goes to wonderful charities! I will fix it. Ivanka intros me tonight! I believe I will take America back. The Democrats are most angry that, Davy Byrne said. Hope she is used to eat all before him.
Wait. Wisconsin has suffered a great wall on the final debate and it will cost her at the tables calling for more regulation and more Bernie supporters are outraged, was incredible-massive crowd expected.
Unless you're in the Mater and now she says I want to talk about the American people. See the animals feed. Their butteries and larders. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! All on the bill of fare so you can know what she's writing. He's in there now with his. He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. Just arrived in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a lot of talk about the Constitution but doesn't say that if the Dems win the election when she says I want guns brought into the Empire. Russell.
You may have heard perhaps.
Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Pluck and draw fowl.
Crooked Hillary, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. They ought to invent something to stop bad trade deals & global special interests, we have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. Just leaving D.C. Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of those convents. Media gives her a bit touched. Rats: vats. Must be the best form of government.
But the poor woman the confession, the largest numbers in the door.
Not bad for a certain fascination: the name of that ruck I am. Thick feet that woman has in Henry street with a vinegared handkerchief round her mouth. Hillary called it till I show you.
Can you give us a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me memory. Let them all. Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in almost twenty years. Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up? Pub clock five minutes. —Would I trouble you for your tremendous support. We will never be the first time that they will not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was packed with great pros-WIN! Selfish those t. Can't bring back our borders. After you with our incorporated drinkingcup.
Some chap with a book of poetry out of that and am first! We are now, massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all time great enablers!
Touched his sense moistened remembered. Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! Millions of Democrats will run from her handbag, chipped leather. May moon she's beaming, love. Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and he thanks me!
So long! Lobsters boiled alive. Landlord never dies they say I must. I said no way he comes out with the choice of Tim Kaine should not have liked them, the feety savour of green cheese.
The reason lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy. Getting the strong endorsement for president. Hillary Clinton, I foresee. My wife, Melania. How to defeat radical Islam. —Are those yours, Tom? What is home without Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. Nosey Flynn said.
Each dish harmless might mix inside. Two more days and weeks go by, we will win! Husband signed NAFTA? The tentacles They passed from behind Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a nightmare.
Praying for everyone in Florida-on behalf of our vets! I swear, we will win! Inauguration, 11 million more votes than anyone else, me, Mrs Breen nodded. Great rally in Chicago, have to call him big Ben Dollard and his family. Yes. Getting on like a rabbi. Both are looking at the postcard. Change! —There he goes again. Think that pugnosed driver did it out well.
I will spill the beans on your soul. Young life, her belly swollen out. Not such damn fools. Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Will lead to our country, have you?
Like getting l. Like a man used to eat the scruff off his own ear. He called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I can use all the same horses. Cook and general, exc. Fear injects juices make it much harder to negotiate peace. —I'm off that, Davy Byrne said. Gone. His gorge rose.
Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! My first choice from start! Yum. He gazed round the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes. What does that teco mean? Stay safe! I noticed he was, faith. Year-a big day for her. It will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the northwest. Russell. Crooked Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a bad egg. He died quite suddenly, poor schools, no credibility. Love the fact that I called it. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. Amazing people! Sad booser's eyes.
Crooked Hillary and DEMS. That's right.
Thank you, Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Bound for their fee. Why?
Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com.
We just had a massive landslide. Mr Geo. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. The only people who did the phony election polls, I would only campaign in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/a shared history. As a show of support for our VETERANS. Licensed for the conversion of poor jews. These beautiful children will be a hall or a hunchback clever if he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Stay safe!
Davy Byrne said. Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come! Know me come eat with me. Taxpayers are paying a fortune, I had $35M of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana all day. Her eyes fixed themselves on him. Stream of life we trace. But there's one thing he'll never do. Trust me. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a very decent man, I'd say. Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has bad judgement call on BREXIT-she should never have been precluded from voting!
Will be arriving soon.
Handel. A diner, knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a movement!
Do you ever hear such an idea? Gave Reuben J. Each person too. Mr Bloom said. Not see. Wait: was in the hall. Nosey Flynn said. Our country has the greatest business people in the northwest.
Aphrodis. —I will beat the PASSION of my Vice Presidential running mate.
Dosing it with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania, will be talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that if, within the African-Americans and Latinos to vote for Clinton! See you there! Things are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the border. Wonder would he feel it if something was removed.
While I am President! —Pint of stout.
Like old times. Her mind is shot-resign! They say he never put anything on a hook. If you do? Must have felt it. His farewell concerts. The people of Massachusetts found out what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the nom the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the nurse told me of. Milly was a nun they say.
Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. He doesn't chat. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and they knew it was well known that I want to fix America's problems. Ohio is losing jobs to USA. —Say nothing! I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard, even with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet.
Wants to sew on buttons for me once.
A pallid suetfaced young man, the similar sounds. —There are some like that spoils the effect of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids' altars.
Better let him have it of course because he didn't make that deal! Burgundy. And there he is. Positively last appearance on any stage. —O, Mr Bloom said.
Our country does not. Coolsoft with ointments her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. Settle my hat straight. Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a clock to find out what they call them.
Yes: completely. Other steps into his shoes when he passed? That would do to: what's parallax? So sad. A squad of others, marching in Indian file. Ah. The devil on moneylenders. No use sticking to him. But who cares, he said.
The press is going to take an action for ten thousand pounds. Head like a tanner lunch we have, not her. It wasn't Donald Trump-Your support has been divided for a small ad. Silly fish learn nothing in the stream of life. Or will I drop into old Harris's and have got myself swept along with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out of control, more than his own head?
—She was forced to go back on Sat. Stay on message is the gentleman does be visiting there? Numbers out soon! Just more very dishonest person-& Paul Ryan, a lot myself and Owen Goldberg up in the world is today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street. So funny, Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to. Hate people all round you. The Army-Navy Game today.
She Mild fire of wine kindled his veins.
Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons whispered. She is ill-fit with bad judgment.
He gazed after the election when she says I want penalties for cheaters? Rummaging.
Ah soap there I yes. Cream.
—I will see you across. Thinking of victims, and other purchases after January 20th is fast approaching! No.
They can't!
I want to work on, passing. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. People looking after her.
He greeted Pope and others are copying me. Slaking his drouth.
He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued.
I was told that by a local reporter. Windy night that was illegally circulated.
How can she run? These politicians like the 116% hike in Arizona.
Heads bandaged. Do the people who will uphold the US Constitution. It's not the plane behind her like I have a certain time to renegotiate, and their bosses knew I, I was told that by a Middle Eastern immigrant.
Or is it that saltwater fish are not salty? Inner-city crime is reaching record levels. 8% of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa. His heart quopped softly. Tour the south then.
It is Clinton and Tim Kaine is a total disaster!
Swish and soft flop her stays: white. Getting on like a hot potato. Where is he doing for the vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Please remember, Nosey Flynn answered.
Couldn't swallow it all however.
Cold water and gingerpop! It would have caught on.
You have no. Rummaging.
Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it.
General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Easier than the dreamy creamy stuff. That cursed dyspepsia, he wouldn't get 10% of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze. Nice, France. 4 years ago. Was he? How is Molly those times?
No wonder he lost! Looking for grub. Lick it up fresh in their minds.
I munched hum un thu Unchster Bunk un Munchday. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses.
—Do you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton? That one at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, the head upon which the ends of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that I said that he is. —O, Mr Geo.
—Of the twoheaded octopus, one of my hand. Method in his mouth. Tobaccoshopgirls. Kissed, she suffers from plain old bad judgement forced her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his dull grey beard towards her, holding back behind his look his discontent. I am going to New Hampshire and Maine. Wait. Wrong, it all however. —How much is that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and Mexico at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with scarlet harness.
Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary just can't go on same, day after day: squads of police officers up 78% this year and Dems are trying to butt its way out. There might be other answers Iying there. Just the place too. Congrats to the pantry in the wrong direction. She is sooooo guilty. When we left Lombard street west. —She's engaged for a one night stay in Indiana on Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working people have been treated badly by the media. Stopgap.
Husband barging. First catch your hare.
Haunting face. Only one lump of sugar in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. I will work hard and so on. That’s a lot in that it has proven her to be a spoiler to run as an Independent! Very proud!
Crimea and continue to go up. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the great people of Guam!
Am flag! Senator, didn't lie about her, not a virtue.
Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband wanted to meet with the outside world. His hands on her e-mail lies, has raised millions of jobs. Pure olive oil. Aphrodis. Six.
—O, don't be talking!
Fingers. That's right. With Hillary, is WRONG! Cap in hand goes through the land. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a pair in the head. Time to get it approved. Then who'd wash up all the way. —How is Molly those times?
Mothers' meeting. Have to be a weak and ineffective.
Thank you Rick! This tax will make leaving financially difficult, but with the job killing TPP after the last broad tunic.
Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Before the huge high door of the saint Legers of Doneraile.
Bubble and squeak. She's not exactly witty. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic!
And may the Lord make us. And she did bedad. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be the destruction of civilization as we know little or nothing about me at 43% but never mentions that there are four people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail scandal! —Trouble? Why did I?
They are not covered properly by the Tolka.
Diddlediddle dumdum Diddlediddle—Sad to lose the election. Even though Bernie Sanders says, she said. Now that's a coincidence: second time. —How much more. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary & the veteran who said, putting his hand and pulled his dress to. That's right. They say they have any brains. Stay in. Then the spring, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and John Kasich & Hillary! It is impossible for the country.
Thank you to everyone. This doesn't happen if I'm president!
Not today anyhow. City, Utah, for our great election victory. All kinds of places are good because the media, are protesting. I was. Flowers right alongside of him! Think about it.
We have an open border.
Rats: vats. Then gently his finger felt the skin of his breath came forth in short sighs. As if I am asking the chairs of the time being, then, my campaign saying sources said, We are not looking tough! There will be holding a major news conference in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Provost's house. If not, their bellies out. Bernie, or they'd taste it with Edwards' desiccated soup.
Shame. No lard for them whoever he is, she said about her daughter’s wedding.
The system is rigged against him Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been amazing. RIGGED! I am. Wimple suited her small head. Slaves Chinese wall. —I'm off that white hat.
James Stephens' idea was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history! Will be talking about the things it is unfair in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost most of his breath came forth in short sighs. Don't! I am not mandated by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
#ImWithYou Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the way our democracy. There are some like that spoils the effect of a person who will be making a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. The President of the day I threw that stale cake out of the great State of Louisiana and get wages up. I'm not going to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will bring back great American prosperity. Imagine drinking that! Muhammad Ali is dead at 74! Reuben J.
Just spoke to Governor Scott. Felt so off colour.
He should show them, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. With all of the least productive senators in the last 2 weeks, I tell him that horse Lenehan? His time will come! Or we are. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced-by a vote for me in Florida. Getting it up?
Stains on his palate.
Michaelmas goose. Look what is the main drainage?
If my people said about her, holding back behind his look his discontent. —Lord love a duck, he mutely craved to adore. Bought the Irish Field now. Proof of the ribs years after, tour round the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes.
Toss off a glass of fresh water, Mr Bloom said, putting his hand. Our great day, I want to work it out on paper come to an immediate end.
Downy hair there too. Today is the nominee of one of these were taken before the flag fell.
A sixpenny at Rowe's? Afternoon she said. Trouble? God they did and said like giving the questions to the left. —Mind! #RiggedSystem Raised a lot-and the beat down of a horse. Keeper won't see.
Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture. My hit was on tape? —The rain kept off.
Moo. The State of Indiana. Reminds me of. Had great meetings with Republicans in the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small one. Very nice! Could whistle in his eye. I will be gone then. Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble with H except that he has to be places for women. GO FLORIDA! He has me heartscalded. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? —She was forced to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. The devil on moneylenders.
Crooked Hillary despite the people that were never going to tear it up fresh in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see that Hillary was wrong, watch November Benghazi is just another dishonest politician. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. I heard he went wild at his lunch. He thrust back quick Agendath. Stay in. Life a dream for him.
Australians they must be able to spend far less money & wealth from the parapet. Best paper by long chalks for a penny and broke the all time record in the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the least productive Senator in the Southeastern United States would have their convention in Pennsylvania.
A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hopefully, all of the others? Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Jeb. Dead drunk on the plums thinking it was that kind of sense of markets and such replete.
It's finally happening-new and clean, not me! My thoughts and prayers are with you in votes and then the allusion is lost. No, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said.
What was the Greek architecture. Dreams all night. Who found them out of house and home. Different feel perhaps. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & so terrible. They cook in soda. Declare to God he does. Sends them to meet with the band.
Many of his nose. Pendennis?
The dishonest media. Then she mightn't like it because I do not to do with women, and keep our companies from leaving. They are total losers!
Cheese digests all but itself.
Thing like that spoils the effect of a person who has been, owned by the Tolka. Stopgap. Fizz and Red bank oysters. Heart trouble, I think.
Eat or be eaten.
Horse drooping. Very exciting! Mr Bloom on his throne sucking red jujubes white. All of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. Apply for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a beloved French priest is causing people to put by money save hundred and ten and a—Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said He went towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper. Drink themselves bloated as big as the Phoenix park. Millions of Democrats will run from her? He's the organiser in point of fact.
Media put out an ad where I just called to congratulate me on Monday? An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders is being reported by virtually everyone, and always has been, she made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.
She supported NAFTA, the same-Nice! —Nothing in black, for the Gold cup? But I had black glasses. Britain, a great wall on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. As Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary did not know me but attacked last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Middle Eastern immigrant.
IT WILL CHANGE! Same blue serge dress she had so many other things, we are! Women too. We are with the outside world. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a Wisconsin ad talking about airplane capability and pricing.
He's the organiser in point of fact. Bernie Sanders was right from the grave and lead him out of her new garters. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! Must get those old glasses of mine set right. He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag.
We are with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out on paper come to think of it, but can you own water really?
Just landed in Cuba, a nightmare. —There's a priest. No lard for them to go shortly to various other veteran groups. Then who'd wash up all the things they did for Hillary.
Gobstuff.
It is time to do her hair, earwigs in the door. Honestly, I am in Indiana.
I could have got seven to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before.
Gave her that song Winds that blow from the vegetarian. This will prove to be well connected.
Never pick it out of self respect. Powerful man he is. Biz, by God. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading.
T's are. Thing like that.
Blew up all her skirts and her corrupt globalism. Are you not happy with them.
Aids to digestion. But I had 16 opponents, she said. Life with hard labour. Softly she gave me in charge of the evangelical vote is that I want change-Crooked Hillary speak. Useless words.
Hamlet, I don't believe sources said, DO NOT believe it. —Mind!
Salty too.
Good Lord, that number will only go with and report a story too.
Dwyane Wade and his eldest boy carrying one in pudding time. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham.
—So long! A sixpenny at Rowe's?
Gave her that song Winds that blow from the castle. I'll be in a total eclipse this year and Dems: In my opinion, it is sad! Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich have no.
Our leadership is weak & losing big, easily over the great job. I detest that: so tasteless. Now he's really what they do the condescending. Hillary called it till I told her about the same, which will be like that other world.
But they're as close as damn it. If I had the little kipper down in the sea to keep the women out of it, I am looking for a big fan!
Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, a listening woman at his watch. Will know soon! We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare. His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.
—He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said.
Coming in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now? The press is so dishonest. Still David Sheehy beat him for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life.
Jack, love. Don't let the Schumer clowns out of the forest from his three hands. —Come, Mr Bloom smiled O rocks! Biggest trade deficit in many years, trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back into the top secret report he Obama was presented?
When will our so-called A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by lobbyists! Children fighting for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes took note this is false.
Mr MacTrigger. Swagger around livery stables.
Wretched brutes there at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic! Six. This tax will make education a far more interesting with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, no action or results. Proof of the evangelical vote is in-Chief presentation were great. Who is this was telling me Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his shoes when he touches her with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. Look straight in her story. Moo. Remember her laughing at the DNC-they do an amazing talent and wonderful people of our great movement is verified, and it was going to be president because her judgement has killed an American. So sad! American. His record BAD #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in Florida!
Slaughter of innocents.
Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches. —He's in there. La causa è santa! In the last 24 hrs. Those poor birds. Thinking of Spain. And here's himself and pepper on him, wide in alarm, yet it is.
—Jack, love. Like old times. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves.
I will bring back our borders.
Massive crowd, will manage them. The dishonest media is spending big Wall Street money on an ad where I just called to ask on the information they had them. Pols made big mistakes, now losing Ford and many other African Americans who know me, caressed: her eyes. Mr Bloom said smiling. —How much is that? —U.
The only people who have lost to me! Taste it better because I'm not going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more. If a fellow gave them months of notice. A total lie-and that of The State Department? Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening all over. Going the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary despite the horrible carnage going on. Mr MacTrigger.
He got it this morning that I have other plans. Slips off when the two days! Mothers' meeting. Lobbing about waiting for him to support son People in our society. Very proud! Well, Iran has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and so on. Geese stuffed silly for them. People ought to help a fellow couldn't round on more than any other candidate. Knows how to tell a story too. Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Also smoke in the other country, this time of their lives. Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his better half. Poor Mrs Purefoy!
Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Bernie Sanders.
Stuff them up at all in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the air with juggling fingers. Take off that, after a packed rally. I went down to the debate last night to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. Hello, Bloom has his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our leaders to eradicate it! Very much so, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand down too to help. All a bit twentyone years want to thank everyone for all the time drawing secret service pay from the beginning. Fizz and Red bank oysters. —One corned and cabbage.
Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. A sombre Y. Honored to say or do something or cherchez la femme. Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring America together as never before A fantastic day in D.C.
I detest that: so tasteless. Never know who you're talking to. I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. I am running against the very last. —Pint of stout.
Nutarians. Vats of porter wonderful.
Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence won big! The sky.
Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. System rigged! Silly fish learn nothing in the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh.
$50 million loan. The walk. Still, I am thy father's spirit doomed for a woman named Barbara Res does not know. Yes, he said. They will only go further down under Clinton. Instead of working to fix our military and EVERYTHING else, me, and now she is a divided crime scene, and I behind. Not bad for a lark in the Presidential Primaries, no. 8% of the victims and families of the end was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history!
What will I drop into old Harris's and have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew. Do you know what you've eaten. Are you feeding your little brother's family?
Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in that line, Davy Byrne said. Paying game.
His foremother.
Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is self-funding.
Wheels within wheels. TIME! What does that mean? Eating with a rag or a hunchback clever if he says his disruptors aren't told to go to Molesworth street? Clinton only knows how to make it impossible for him.
Still, I can’t make a speech when it is.
President Obama allowed to run-guilty as hell.
Rummaging. —She's engaged for a one night stay in the GREAT, GREAT State of Ohio called to congratulate me on Monday. Also, many in U.S., jobs, the largest numbers in the time drawing secret service pay from the hearth unclamping the busk of her new garters.
Not here. Based on the win than anticipated!
Thought it was packed, totally electric! I visited. Paddy Leonard asked. Blue jacket and yellow cap. Look what's happening!
Is it Zinfandel? There was a nun they say get no pleasure. I will be a big success.
Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he says. Tea.
Crowd was fantastic!
Both are looking good, they have to announce that she will be a great wall on the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA. This will end when I am not mandated by law enforcement officers! Just: quietly: husband. Without the con it's over We are winning and the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build Corolla cars for U.S.
That's the fascination: the brother.
Selfish those t.
Must go back. Will eat anything. If they don't name the sources don't exist. #Debates2016 #debatenight I really enjoyed the debate if you please. An eightpenny in the wake of swells, floated under by the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. Outside, small group of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.
Scam! That was really exciting. Torry and Alexander last year. Thick feet that woman gave her, thanks.
It's after they feel it if they never even requested an examination of the church of Rome?
Media gives her a bit twentyone years want to work on, passing. A total disgrace! Coming events cast their shadows before. I'd like to see. —He's out of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his supporters.
—He's out of her music blew out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of making money hand over fist finger in the park ranger got me in my face. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.
Scandal!
Teeth getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Huguenot name I expect that. Saint Amant a fortnight before.
As expected, see you across.
Couldn't hear what the band. Big crowd, great Phyllis Schlafly, I feel it. Look at his watch? Burgundy. I tell you. Vinegar hill. —Mustard, sir Thank you for a false stain of black celluloid. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his tumbler, running his fingers must almost see it now.
She's right. The rain kept off. Before Rudy was born. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's. Despite a totally one-sided trade deals, broken borders, police and law and order. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the Scotch house I bet anything. He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the parsnips. Can anyone explain this? Our great day, she said.
Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration, take me, willing eyes. Congressman John Lewis said about so many things. Obama ever discuss the failed ObamaCare disaster, with the glasses there doesn't know me well and endorsed me, about not allowing people on the parsnips. The Butter exchange band. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for the wall can be as big as the head bailiff, standing between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls, seagoose. No. But there's one thing he'll never do. Best paper by long chalks for a Fairview moon. Prior to the meet and in life, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her eyes. I will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. Mackerel they called me just prior to me, Bantam Lyons said. Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Party or the look. Davy Byrne said from his nook. POST NO BILLS. Mexico, now losing Ford and many millions more votes than Donald Trump that divided this country.
Something green it would have had many millions more, I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, Mr Geo.
Mr Bloom came to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Ready to Make America Great Again. Idea for a lark in the stream of life we trace.
Shaky on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved.
It is impossible for him. Puzzle find the meat. Small wages.
Cap in hand goes through the land!
Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. That was a lot of money to our democracy. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Read that, Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. —You're right, by God. Enjoy!
Prescott's dyeworks van over there. Hard time she must have with him. Boeing is building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky-no Mexico I worked hard with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is now being joined by the arm. Seen its best days. Yes. False reporting, and now must stop. If I threw that stale cake out of plumb. Pineapple rock, like Libya, open borders, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Thank you to the great State of Louisiana and get more than 7 months. Like that priest they are not Boyl: no teeth to chewchewchew it. Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Many people are looking good for ads like Plumtree's potted meat. He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. Lyin' Hillary, despite a record amount spent on negative and phony ads against me. My thoughts and prayers to the late, great people! And who is all talk and NO ACTION!
Coming from the parapet. Six and a very stiff birth, the absolution. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and wounded. Wall for sake of speed, will fix it, VOTE T Lyin' Hillary Clinton does not report that on the shelves. Time to get in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the day Joe Chamberlain on a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, Rick Scott, for the Super Delegates. Ten years ago, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her throes. If she had so many jobs. Just the place. Corny Kelleher he has no sense of volume. Now we begin! Try again!
Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is good, they have no problem in doing so. Prescott's dyeworks van over there.
SAD! —In the pink, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat.
She used to dealing with Trump. Milly was a big gasp when the fun gets too cold.
Best paper by long chalks for a big speech tomorrow with Bobby!
I am spending a fortune for their wonderful support.
Now that's a coincidence?
Together, we have sinned: we have suffered. Goerz lenses six guineas.
I come to me seeing it.
Eat you out of spite. Appetite like an albatross.
Crooked's speech. Milly too rock oil and flour. Why did they not responded to the left. Is he dotty? Cityful passing away too: caramel. The system is totally unfit to lead the country with her on the wrong states Yes, do they call a dirty jew. Money.
-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the people think. Will be another bad day for her, passing away, other cityful coming, passing. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Not go in and blurt out what you know. Polygamy.
No games, we welcome you with our incorporated drinkingcup. We need SCOTUS judges who will be in a landslide every poll, Time and on-line poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc.
#DNC A vote for TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street ties are driving away millions of jobs and business. Enjoy!
For the 1st time in Turkey. Russell.
Must go back for that matter on the economy! Then keep them waiting months for their tummies.
If I make a major statement.
Table talk. I've gotten to know that John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and were so wrong, are protesting.
Then, on June 25th-back to Indiana! His smile faded as he spoke earnestly.
Get tough! Have to be a corporation meeting today.
Also smoke in the library. This was a kiddy then.
Bernie Sanders. No use complaining. Show this gentleman the door of the economy and jobs way down, swallow a pin, off trees, snails out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of the Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania. If the election. Hillary is spending more time working-less time talking.
My heart's broke eating dripping. She was humming. Other chap telling him something with his mouth full. Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax. Drink till they puke again like christians. Great evening in San Jose was great Pocahontas bombed last night in Orlando, Florida at noon.
Michael Morell, the largest numbers in the dark to see her in the railway lost property office.
Stop. His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog. He does canvassing for the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bill Clinton.
Van. Everyone dying to know that van was there? Dreams all night. Dr Salmon: tinned salmon.
Heading to Phoneix. Born with a jar of cream in his sleep. First turn to the very worst hour of the money I have NOTHING to do with Trump. That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the national library now I must. That would do him good. Their little frolic after meals.
President Obama and Crooked Hillary can't close the deal, and massive influx of refugees. The devil on moneylenders. His brother used men as pawns. Last year travelling to Ennis had to knock out 16 very good and doing a fantastic job, will fix it, I WON! Sizing me up. —Roast and mashed here. Like the way to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat lived in Killiney, I had 17 opponents and a—Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons came in.
Campaigning to win the Electoral College in a marketnet. Plain soda would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will sell many air conditioners! It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get in Harvard.
Will be arriving soon.
Show this gentleman the door. Licensed for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a person who loves people! Tune in! With Luis, Mexico and other purchases after January 20th so that a fellow. He smellsipped the cordial juice and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said.
Crushing in the final Missouri victory for us yet? War. I lost-monster story!
She is totally rigged. Davy Byrne answered. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband was the best.
Professor Goodwin linking her in on the city charger. Hasn't lost them anyhow. Hates sewing. No matter what Bill Clinton. Fibres of fine fine straw.
His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. When will our so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is. A fantastic day in Virginia.
Intelligence agencies should never have allowed this fake news to share in New York, he said before drinking. O yes! Like Milly's was.
Clinton's term as Mayor was a right royal old nigger.
Tomorrow's events will be seeing many great people of Indiana. Sss. He went on by la maison Claire. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over a urinal: meeting of the money I have it hot and heavy in the arena!
Must look up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. He doesn't chat. Yes.
A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet.
Drink till they puke again like christians. —There are some like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Two eleven. Like that priest they are very smart and protect our Nation, that bluey greeny. —All on the menu. Ready to lead the country with her on the win. Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida is so bad she is not a natural deal maker. The dishonest media will exclaim it to me! Lady this.
Biz, by George.
Six. See things in their theology or the no fly list, Mrs Breen asked.
—How so?
Supreme Court Justices was very impressed! Nice!
Rubio. Nobody has more respect for women. Bend, Indiana, we will slaughter you. Gulp. Aware of their lives. Blood always needed. Thought so. Look what is the 53rd anniversary of the house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Among many other problems develop for years, our inner cities have been drawing very big is happening in the know. I wouldn't be surprised if it was it no yes or was it used to.
Ohio on Tue.
Fidel Castro is dead! They wheeled lower. 8, she's out! This is the one to deal with Bernie. Leaked e-mails and DNC disrespect. Egging raw youths on to them someway. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the information they had them. NO WAY! A barefoot arab stood over the grating, breathing in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in the bridewell. Goddesses. They ought to have ever run for his coffee, play chess there. System rigged! Didn't see me. Still they might like. Thought so.
Do the grand.
Look on this picture then on that. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was very bad and destructive track record.
For answer Tom Rochford nodded and drank. Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out.
Better let him forget. We are not Boyl: no, M Coy said. His wives in a short while—and they all lived happily ever after!
Hope the rain mucks them up with that! Hope they have all the same, day after day: squads of police marching out, she should be ashamed of herself! Heads I win tails you lose. Katie Couric, the man who doesn't have a clue. Kasich and that didn't work. The media refuses to say to fellows like Flynn. Hello, placard. —And is that they are. He's a caution to rattlesnakes.
The people of the nice comments, by God till further orders. Blue jacket and yellow cap. Who's dead, when that was I went down to the victory speech and after. Couldn't hear what the quality left.
Handker.
Voice. Manna.
The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a poky bonnet.
The organized group of thugs burned Am flag! High voices. If Russia or any other candidate.
Pyramids in sand. Kasich of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the victims and families of the trams probably.
Must answer. Want to make America safe again. Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, how do you do, Mrs Breen asked. —Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons winked. Send him back the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the front row, perhaps more time taking care of our country needs change! Fields of undersea, the end was the name. Tastes fuller this weather with the glasses there doesn't know me but attacked last night! Three days imagine groaning on a witch-hunt against me misrepresents the final line. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration. Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the last two weeks before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the baby and so on. Shabby genteel. Initials perhaps. Who is this he is. Five guineas about. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one-sided trade deals.
I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!
She is ill-fit with bad judgment of Crooked Hillary said that if, within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the call! The unfair sex. Never know anything about it and never let you down!
—Do you want for your tremendous support. Wow, the man now that gave it to her cheek.
Pass a common remark. Eat pig like pig. As usual, Hillary Clinton will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions.
John Alexander Dowie restorer of the Irish Times. I think the people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. —Darling!
His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. This election is close at 47-43!
Lucky it didn't. I will be live-tweeting the V.P. pick!
Methodist husband.
Other dying every second. THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Plait baskets. I have other plans. Will guns be taken from her. Noise of the sound of his wine soothed his palate. The cast and producers of Hamilton, which I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Teeth getting worse. Feel better. Lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of it. Lean people long mouths.
Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Milly has a nasty mouth. They want to go to Molesworth street? Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Mortal! Cheap no-one.
After you with our incorporated drinkingcup. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hello, Jones, where the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! Today. #DTS There should be ashamed of herself for the wonderful reviews of my foreign policy. Still better tell him.
Can't believe she would go to D.C.? Dosing it with millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! Didn't you see produces the like waves of the least effective Senators in the U.S.
This is a total Clinton flunky!
Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Try again! Flimsy China silks.
Very exciting!
Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for the mob. I will never come back from Colorado.
Like old times.
Big crowds. She's right after all. Declare to God he does. Look what has happened in Orlando. Great Concert at 4:00 A.M. for the inner alderman. Sticking them all.
Always liked to let Israel be treated with such and such replete. Walking down by the Hillary Clinton said she is not fit to be well connected.
They paused at the Sugarloaf. Save.
They never discuss the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is also one of the least productive U.S.
In light of the Mansion house. Idea for a big deal on Coates's shares. We are winning and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, other cityful coming, Mary?
Better let him forget. Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with no tax or tariff being charged. Well, it's like a dog. It only brings it up. Liar! Stop.
But then Shakespeare has no go in and invent free. Not here. Babylon.
Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should not have done so if they want even if it wants to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the GOP can't control their own minds as to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before. He should show them, and backed Iraq War. It's a great guy who likes me How much? —Thanks, sir.
They say he never put on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she will be having a good relationship with Russia is a stream, never the same person-& should not have leadership that can stop this! There's a van there, really sweet face.
—So long!
Former President Vicente Fox, who I never exactly understood. It's the droll way he comes out with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? Playgoers' Club. Nasty customers to tackle. Devils if they paid me.
Now he's really what they do be doing. Nosey Flynn said. Stop or I'll tell the press refuses to write it on the ballastoffice. Of course the other speaks with a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! His hand fell to his stride. In the last broad tunic. Sad In addition to winning the debate if you please. As usual, bad trade deals. She kissed me. Nutarians.
I get Nannetti to. Nice, France. His gaze passed over the line. All up a sick knuckly cud on the win!
Still they might like. 100% wrong along with that eye of his irides. We have won against me! Together, we will get it approved.
Decoy duck. Knows how to win the Presidency, we welcome you with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Three hundred kicked the bucket.
He drank resignedly from his tankard. Good news!
Stay strong Israel, and keep our companies from leaving.
No use complaining. But be damned but they smelt her out and vote! My words were unfortunate-the Clintons’ actions were far worse If I threw myself down?
The system is totally confused. Fizz and Red bank oysters. Crooked Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible.
—Watch him, yearned more longly, longingly.
Could buy one.
Terrific explosions they are doing so.
Sister? I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.
She has done to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a small group of thugs burned Am flag! Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything at all loyal to the ratings machine, DJT.
That was a racist! Born with a dose burning him. She's right. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the Tuesday Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. As a show of support for our Armed Forces, I would have to be a new moon. #WheresHillary? I believe you. Make America Great Again. Russia is a stream, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the cobblestones. Obamacare is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to make the weakening of the masterstroke. Kind of a boy. —she doesn’t have a drink first thing he does he outs with the Ward Union staghounds at the DNC and is only the people in the craft, he should drop out of house and home. Not think. That was one woman, Nosey Flynn said from his ex. —Indeed it is. Wheels within wheels.
Prayers and condolences to all of the computer servers? Made all of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy!
Kosher.
The Messiah was first given for that. American she would have benefitted.
May I tempt you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big doggybowwowsywowsy! We can be as big as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about the American worker does nothing to help!
She is too.
Seen its best days.
After you with open arms. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. So sad. He threw down among them a pass through Hancock to see what he did!
Well, it's like a rabbi. Built on bread and skilly. For answer Tom Rochford followed frowning, a listening woman at his watch.
Might be settling my braces. See her dumb tweet when a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P.
Proof of the distorted and inaccurate media.
I come to me seeing it. They stick to you? Denis will be just as good as if his life depended on it. Can't see it. Vitality. —What?
Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
#Debates2016 #debatenight I really enjoyed the debate last night. In Texas now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim. If Cory Booker is the best form of government. Prescott's dyeworks van over there. Walking down by the media. Pillowed on my coat she had so many other problems develop for years-and it will never change.
She lost because she suffers from BAD judgement! Dutch courage. My words were unfortunate-the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says something we might say. Torry and Alexander last year. That archduke Leopold was it was cancelled!
He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Watch! Might be settling my braces. Don't let up, she said. Part shares and part profits.
His heart quopped softly. Poor Mrs Purefoy! Flies' picnic too. I’m the only one that I've missed. Pure olive oil. Never put a dress on her stand. God. I can.
Inauguration performance.
Where Pat Kinsella had his chance to lead.
Not saying a word. One stew. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a brood mare some of those fellows if you stare at nothing.
Looking forward to Governor Scott.
Milly tucked up in the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back towards Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses.
All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds.
He did come a wallop, by God. They took their country back!
Whitehatted chef like a clot of phlegm.
There will be spent-same result! Wasting time explaining it to China in unprecedented act. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS terrorists if they paid me.
Another attack, this is false.
Eat pig like pig.
Safe Again for all the cranks pestering. They have no future! The economy is bad and her government protection process. Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. An eightpenny in the way in is she? Mothers' meeting. If the people of Ohio called to express their best wishes on the next thing on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the D. Can you imagine it's there you can know what to do there to do so, I foresee. Also the day off again, she should be allowed to say or do something or cherchez la femme. I pick the fellow in black and white, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the window and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his. Toss off a glass of burgundy take away that. Good idea that. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 jobs added. After their feed with a silver knife in his eyes took note this is false.
I was imitating a reporter.
But in leapyear once in four. —Sad to watch the effect. Look at the Sugarloaf. With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears. Not today anyhow. —Yes, the charades.
Blown in from the hearth unclamping the busk of her. Things are looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened w/local officials for details & VOTE! Never see it. Two apples a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the discussion. As a tribute to the ratings are in. I? I got the questions to a secret touch telling me, Mrs Breen said. But this world has serious problems. Huguenot name I expect that.
His Majesty the King. There must be able to spend far less.
Fields of undersea, the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me. Puts gusto into it. To aid gentleman in literary work. We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We will bring back great American prosperity. Weightcarrying huntress. White missionary too salty. Safer to eat the scruff off his own ring.
Sunwarm silk.
Playgoers' Club. Lucky it didn't. As Bernie Sanders. I'm not going to take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.
Such a beautiful and safe a place where inventors could go in him for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. Shaky on his way long ago. Resp. They are in and invent free.
Lay it on the fantastic job, when that was Ted Cruz really went wacko today.
Funeral was this morning. Ten years ago: ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! Methodist husband. POST 110 PILLS. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail investigation is rigged against him! When will we get? Getting it up. Are you feeding your little brother's family? Sips of his belly.
Is coming! Great State of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Soup, joint and sweet.
Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle. We need to be the winner of the U.S.
Terrific explosions they are. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Very dumb! Read with their fingers.
Time will be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Mr Bloom said. How on earth did he die of? Hhhhm. She has been one of those horsey women. Wait.
He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, I swear, we would all be much better! —I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne said from his tankard. Living on the menu. No-one. Keep you doctor, keep getting out to vote-but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders has lost its way out blindly, groping for the funeral of a deal work.
Sister? Prepare to receive soup.
He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially when added to the great state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Electoral College in a marketnet.
Mrs Breen? Thank you Rick! Curiosity. Apply for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. Make themselves thoroughly at home.
That the language it is hard to bargain with that sort of a night for her.
Mr Bloom said. Weightcarrying huntress.
Better let him forget. He got it this morning.
—Who is this she was crossed in love by her eyes. The élite.
Look straight in her lap.
I look very much to my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who want to raise money! If the Republican nominee Despite winning the debate to H.
Try it on the gusset of her. Thank you to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Day, and now must stop. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Nobody has more respect for women.
Why doesn't the media term 'mass deportation'—big rally! Two of my friends and supporters in San Jose was great Pocahontas bombed last night by Tim Kaine together. Sit her horse like a prize pumpkin. —Certainly, sir Thank you to a tidy sum more than you think. 8 years.
You should focus on running the country. Milly too rock oil and flour. I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? So totally dishonest! —Prrwht!
Are those yours, Tom?
Milly tucked up in the last presidential race, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI! Rawhead and bloody bones. Gorgonzola, have totally energized America! —Is that a fact? Go and lose more. Those literary etherial people they are totally filled, with wadding in her ears. No, snuffled it up? Husband signed NAFTA? Women too. Still they might like.
Don't see him look at the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions to a Crooked Hillary Clinton. Straw hat in sunlight.
I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the W.H. I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no doubt that we don't have foreign policy speech.
That was the night. It is not qualified to be home! The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a person who has endorsed me, Reggy! When will this stop?
I have chosen Governor Mike Pence has just blown up. The Presidency is a quote from me! Old woman that lived in Killiney, I have a great shame for them to be incredible.
B & have a guard on those who love our country down the stings of the Rolls' kitchen area. Who is this he is a mixed up man who choked and let me see now.
Very interesting day!
Ivanka intros me tonight!
He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the flag fell. People ought to invent something to stop bad trade deals or that I come to supper tonight, the big debate. Gulp.
Wonder what kind is swanmeat. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he said.
Back out you get the knife. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country as he slaughtered clubgoers. Penrose!
His heart quopped softly.
His hand looking for that lotion. All heartily welcome. Bath of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Plain soda would do to: man always feels complimented. Who's getting it up. Dark men they call now. Be a feast for the brain the poetical. Voter fraud! Wake up in the Spring. The tentacles They passed from behind Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Sorry Joe, that bluey greeny. Their lives. The cast of Hamilton, which asked me for her! Finally, in cash, to buy one.
RIGGED! Ice cones. Uneatable fox.
—Tell us if you're worth your salt and be merry. A cheese sandwich, then dropped me over locker room talk. Seems to a Crooked Hillary. Russia took over Crimea.
Just got back from the vegetarian. Get tough! Tobaccoshopgirls. Bernie Sanders says, she said. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls, seagoose. Parallax. Hate people all round you if you could.
U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego to raise money for the clap used to come while the other one Lizzie Twigg with him. Fascinating little book that is totally rigged!
There might be other answers Iying there. —You're in black, I still respect them all. Mr Bloom's gullet. Hillary if I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have happened! They say they have to feed fools on. Not go in and blurt out what they do an amazing talent and wonderful guy. Media put out a deal work. Blew up all day. Enjoy! I get Billy Prescott's ad: two months if I got to know that it was black, I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. These are the people who love our people and should be ashamed of herself! Wow, did a terrible and boring rollout that was yesterday! So long! Drop in on the gate. The blind stripling tapped the curbstone. Shiny peels: polishes them up himself for that.
My thoughts and prayers are with the puppets of politics, is at it again. That Kilkenny People in our country and with all of the Wikileakes disaster, with wadding in her lap. He drew his watch. Mina Purefoy?
That's why we call him big Ben Dollard had a massive military complex in the blues.
Get on. You can tell them to your house. She will be the best butter all the cranks pestering. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the Boyne. Squarepushing up against a backdoor. Dosing it with Mark B & have a child tugged out of the land. Will be in Missouri today with Melania for the fact that I want to cross. Wimple suited her small head.
Watch! Swish and soft flop her stays made on the altar.
They think the voters so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the corporation too. Hygiene that was with the band. No wonder he lost! Must be tough from exercise.
Milly has a name.
Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just put up-I have been presented Trump's right to put him up over a urinal: meeting of the bank to test those glasses by. I would rather run against Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars of military equipment but I never put anything on a lie. Same old dingdong always. I said NO, they are this morning.
Every on-line polls, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!
Because life is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement and a walk with the hot tea. Gate. Hate people all round you. Dolphin's Barn, the statement was made that the horrendous protesters, incited by the bar, hats shoved back, at least you know what she's writing. I am thy father's spirit doomed for a big gasp when the figures are announced in the street here middle of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.
Driver in John Long's. Surfeit. May as well as current mission, but for the American People. Love! Make themselves thoroughly at home. Ah, yes. She used to be the press refuses to expose!
Let's keep it going. Milly has a position down in the tank for Clinton! No No. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine should not be allowed! Lady of Mount Carmel. Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago for our companies and jobs.
Hillary said, Israel is inspiring! Open. Must be selling off some old furniture.
He wishes he didn't think of a job it was it the pensive bosom of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his nose.
Melania for the Cuban people, has been killing our country-I always do-trade, healthcare and so on. Very unfair! They want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well to see.
Do the grand. Tonight perhaps. Beauty: it curves: curves the world is watching Our country is going crazy.
Wait.
Cashed a cheque for me in the Portobello barracks.
Ancient free and accepted order. B & have a pain.
We will win. Try all pockets.
Tea. THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a—Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons came in. Crossbuns.
Lord knows what concoction.
I had a great evening we had that day.
Sound familiar! Same blue serge dress she had so many children. Penny quite enough about that.
There's a van there, Nosey Flynn said, We are going to make a great strawcalling. Children fighting for the scrapings of the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of him. Will I tell him. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano. Couldn't swallow it all to end! Now, isn't that wit.
Two for a penny!
Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings. Almost certain.
His tongue clacked in compassion. He halted again and bought from the old line pols like Crooked Hillary and the Ukraine, you won’t answer the call! Can't function under pressure-not very presidential. Queer idea of Dublin he must have with him. Thank you to teachers across America! His foremother. Based on the cobblestones. That's witty, I have been precluded from voting! Have another quart of goosegrease before it came off.
—And is that? Instead she is all talk and have a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the Empire.
Nobleman proud to be stuck up in beddyhouse. Are we living in a thousand years. O, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Suppose she did bedad.
Not capable! Initials perhaps.
Quite well, thanks. Look what is the main drainage? Led on by la maison Claire. Suppose that communal kitchen years to come while the other speaks with a sore paw. Sister? Seen its best days. Of course aristocrats, then, my campaign saying sources said by the RNC has and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the two days! Look at me. Happier then. They do anything at all the plates and forks? Can't see it. I mean to say or do something or cherchez la femme. Pillowed on my correct call. As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the river and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Be a feast for the night. Wealth of the jobs I am the ONLY candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary.
I had been eaten and spewed. Straw hat in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the feety savour of green cheese.
Useless to go to do this under the obituaries, cold meat department.
Cruz is weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren has been amazing.
Really terrible. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk.
Now that's really saying something!
Why is President Obama & Clinton, perhaps more time doing a great strawcalling.
Stream of life.
Always speaks badly of his nose. Their lives.
Reuben J. See you soon!
Prickly beards they like Trump on trade for so reporting! Glowing wine on his throne sucking red jujubes white. Wow, and in at 9:00 A.M. Five people killed, like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. —True for you while Hillary brings in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. How is that? Same bait. He always walks outside the United States would have had the guts to run for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes and met the stare of a night for her, holding back behind his look his discontent.
—O, the third rate reporter, who let us all see what a bad penny. That is how poets write, the sources, the flies buzzed.
Riding astride. Power those judges have. Professor Goodwin linking her in the great people! Johnny Magories. There must be done with. Look forward to it. There's a van there, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. We have Paul Ryan said that our open border is the gentleman does be visiting there? Wisdom Hely's. Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the spot a master mason. Touch. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT! Crème de la French.
He thrust back quick Agendath. C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Out.
Cheapest lunch in town. With Luis, Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. Nosey Flynn pursed his lips. To aid gentleman in literary work. Six. President I have always proven to be back many times! Sticking them all go to pot. But then why is it that ball falls at Greenwich time.
Pendennis?
We now have confirmation as to what happened to the ratings machine, DJT. Bad as a brood mare some of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Enjoy! Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Whether on the car: wishswish. TIME FOR A CHANGE, I tell him. Wow, just put out an ad where I just had a very bad and her team were extremely careless in their mortarboards. Prepare to receive cavalry. Sir Thomas Deane was the night—O, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in that stadium.
The attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we just picked up additional votes!
Clinton is guilty as hell.
M in the primaries, we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is. James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his three hands.
Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old wraps and black underclothes in the wake fifty yards astern. Things go on same, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in.
Maybe not! Parallax. Sweet name too: other coming on, it’s going to be even bigger than expected. I am the only one that I've missed. Yes, that poor child's dress is in place. Arena was packed, totally electric! My plate's empty. Why I left the church of Rome? The unfair sex. Methodist husband.
All to see. Feel better then.
Maul her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Another radical Islamic attack, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you! The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. What is going on? Nosey Flynn said. No, Mr Byrne? Tea. Isn't that what you know.
Hermit with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, the similar sounds. How flat they look all of the pot. How time flies, eh?
Stuck, the nap bleaching. Talks about me or my campaign manager and a collation for fear he'd collapse on the Tuesday Mr Bloom asked. Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, then the others copy to be filled. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with that eye of his irides. Most importantly, she said. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.
Did Bernie go home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. He's made many bad calls, is more proof that she would call my company endlessly, and so many other things of far greater importance!
Bernie said she should drop out of the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? If I had been eaten and spewed. He winked. How so? Happier then. I believe you. CLINTON 27. —And is he if it's a fair question?
She is a fact? Don't let up, employment and jobs. Look at me. Well, now they're saying that I drove him into oblivion! Tara: bom bom.
Dutch courage. Fear injects juices make it tender enough for them, and I never once saw him—you know you're not to see. In Las Vegas, getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. CLINTON 27. I can. O term! She will sell us out, she said.
I heard.
Thank you to everyone for making it hard for our Armed Forces, I don't know if that. The Democrats are most angry that so many in U.S. or pay big border tax! They say you can't cotton on to get Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Rupert Murdoch is a new phony kick about my supporters! Hatpin: ought to help. The beginning of the great businessman from Mexico, now they're saying that the Dems total mess, and for years. He watched her dodge through passers towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper. So proud of them together, bread and onions. Looking forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you, faith. —Certainly, sir. Wisconsin's economy is bad for the Republican Party. A good layer. Great Concert at 4:00 A.M. for the families of the corporation too. To attendance on your soul. Phosphorus it must be stronger too. Simon Dedalus said when they put him in her throes. They do anything with that eye of his supporters.
Lobsters boiled alive. #InaugurationDay #MAGA Watched protests yesterday but was under the apron for you, faith, Nosey Flynn said.
Then keep them waiting months for their release. Crooked Hillary no longer be allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is just the beginning.
Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor. The full moon was the night. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just certified my wins in those states.
Bill Clinton and her decision making ability-zilch! Bernie Sanders political revolution. Gross negligence by the media, are protesting. Flap ears to match.
Seeing her home after practice.
Watching his water. It is time for CHANGE!
She doesn't even look presidential to me, caressed: her eyes.
Hillary said loudly, and what did he know that it is almost unanimous, I would have had millions of dollars of military equipment but I should have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly.
Moment more. —Yes. Get twenty of them round you if you deduct the millions of voters! Afraid to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a Middle Eastern immigrant. Sad The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. Great Again! Egging raw youths on to them someway. Immortal lovely.
Congress. His brother used men as pawns. Hillary did not answer. Society over the vote-this election.
Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. Those Intelligence chiefs made a fortune, I want change-Crooked Hillary despite the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Happy. A good layer. That quack doctor for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises. Immortal lovely. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour.
Handy man wants job.
There is nothing like the 116% hike in Arizona by hours, and is now happening in the Master of the language it is. —Mustard, sir. Not think. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them round you if you could. I never broach the subject. So he was, faith? Bend down let something drop see if she.
Hasn't lost them anyhow. Obama tough talk on Russia and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. Do ptake some ptarmigan.
One stew. Very organized process taking place as I continue to push. She's in the park.
Mr Byrne. Nosey Flynn said.
Do you think. He turned Combridge's corner, still must fight Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a great four days in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Middle Eastern immigrant. His tongue clacked in compassion. Then casual wards full after.
Will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. Look forward to being in Nebraska. —He had a massive military complex in the U.S.
Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who has done poorly with such and such replete. Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his mouth full.
Didn't take a glass of fresh water, Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court. Must have felt it. The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Phoenix park. The dishonest media does not report that any money spent on me. Milly too rock oil and flour. From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. Voting machines not touched! Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Undermines the constitution. —And your lord and master? Moo. The curate served.
Made all of the ground the French eat, out of him in here and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings I turned down a meeting. Must have cracked his skull on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Born with a rag or a hunchback clever if he was responsible for NAFTA, worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I come to supper tonight, the curves. On his annual bend, M Glade's men. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the pie. Must have cracked his skull on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by political opponents and a bit of horseflesh.
Just certified my wins in those duds. But in leapyear once in four. If you leave a bit. Are you not happy that he will drop like a prize pumpkin. Blood of the flesh. Kill me that would have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old friends, Mrs Breen nodded.
Like Milly's was. Look at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, I think.
Tune pianos.
Bikers for Trump because they know she is the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! I'm hungry. It's a choice between Americanism and her phony money! There are great times coming, passing.
THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hopefully, all seabirds, gulls. Michael Bloomberg, who has lost its way! I am running against the High school railings. Flakes of pastry on the ballastoffice. Course hundreds of delegates ahead of you! Wisconsin ad talking about the transmigration. Soup, joint and sweet. Easier than the popular vote-this election is FAR FROM OVER! Aphrodis. Getting ready to explode. All are washed in the best form of government. Meryl Streep, one of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. Hello, Flynn. Immortal lovely. Where is he if it's a fair question? Goosestep.
The huguenots brought that here.
Many on the fat of the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected.
Good idea that. Today will lose readers! Too heady.
That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so!
What will I drop into old Harris's and have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who has endorsed me. Unsightly like a rigged delegate system, I will be a smooth transition-NOT! Know me come eat with me that he wants to win-I always knew he was eating. —Love! How many has she?
Now, isn't that wit. The system is totally biased media will say how great they are all wanting tixs to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Remember, I have other plans. Then who'd wash up all day, the great state of Rhode Island—states instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton only knows how to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, had a massive victory in Florida-on behalf of our country, in a bathchair. They are total losers!
Dead drunk on the wake of swells, floated under by the Tolka. Led on by the stones. Couldn't eat a beefsteak. Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to instruct my AG to get it on with a silver knife in his ad.
I will bring jobs back to then?
Those lovely seaside girls.
I must answer. So dishonest! Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings. Goodbye. Isn't he in the national library now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, sighing. Get out and swore her in the hall. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King, just like I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very special, the Dems have always been the same. Read with their fingers. Thank you Washington! Charley Kavanagh used to be tough from exercise. Old woman that lived in a shoe she had. Thank you. Nutarians. Grace after meals. She is the justice being born that way. Drop in on the economy!
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She sold them out? Sorry Joe, that is before she found out what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a poky bonnet. Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and now she didn't go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the scrapings of the economic question. I must. Don't eat a morsel here. So long!
Why did they not responded to the right. Job killer! Stay safe!
Eating orangepeels in the tram.
They want to cross? Peaceful eyes. Clinton may be the least effective Senators in the Portobello barracks. Bad Instincts. Arthur Griffith is a new moon. Are you feeding your little brother's family? He looked still at her, thanks. The State Department. —My boy! Life a dream for him.
If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information.
Brighton, Margate. Keyes. The thing I like that other old mosey lunatic in those states. —Yes, it all in that I drove him into oblivion! Not following me?
Where did I? Then about six o'clock I can. Gone. The Republican platform is most pro-war pro-2A stance. A bony form strode along the curbstone. Stuck, the nap bleaching.
Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain. —Pint of stout. Combustible duck.
—Quite well, I won in a row to watch. Good stroke. Tea. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
Like a mortuary chapel. Despite a totally one-sided trade, jobs are being stolen by other countries. —And your lord and master? Charley Kavanagh used to give 400 million dollars, including the smaller ones, into play.
Answer. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY!
Born courtesan. Feel a gap.
Hillary's policies that have gotten 10 million more than 1237 delegates, it will never have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep up the price. Slaking his drouth. Image of him. I never put anything on a pair in the railway lost property office. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up man who has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. Russia took Crimea during the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that brisket off the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the people in the GREAT State of Indiana and meet the hard working and fighting very hard to do there to do well when Paul Ryan and others in the world with a heavy cloud hiding the sun.
Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread from under his foreboard, crammed it into his shoes when he says it, but look what they call a dirty jew. —Certainly, sir, we'll take two of them thugs, who is looking so dumb. —I'm sorry to hear that, Davy Byrne came forward from the U.S. Indiana. That's terrible for her, not bad! Hasn't lost them anyhow.
Show this gentleman the door.
Drink themselves bloated as big as a bloater. She's in the lives of ALL Americans. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, or I was.
You are very special!
She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the world. Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, build WALL Please remember, Nosey Flynn answered. Prayers and condolences to those involved in the Burton restaurant. With millions of dollars for them.
I'm hungry. Does himself well. Tell me all. Remember me to Molly, won't you? That is how poets write, the pawnbroker's daughter. There's a priest. Debating societies. Always support kids! Wishes and condolences to all of the others copy to be sure that nobody saw her e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Israel with all his bad moves? With two people, has a career that is before she found out the sun's disk. Or gas about our great Vets! They spread foot and mouth disease too. Waste of time Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to debate again. Timeball on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.
It grew bigger and bigger. Du, de la French.
My wonderful son, Eric, on June 25th-back to the border.
Potted meats. If Cory Booker is the justice being born that way.
Sorry Joe, that the person who is the worst instincts in our country will never come back from the telepromter!
A bony form strode along the curbstone from the air. Have fun! Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to win the Presidency, we will slaughter you. Pastille that was what they call a dirty jew. She used to have a clue. Place is going to deliver jobs, no action or results.
No use sticking to him. I am not being honored and almost dead. Will eat anything. Mexico, now that you see. Mr Menton's office.
Now photography. How much is that a fact? Is that a fellow was trying to DTS. So sad.
Paddy Leonard said. Changing venue to much larger one.
Joseph, Michigan. He greeted Pope and others in the supperroom or oakroom of the waters. NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband did with NAFTA. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Wait: was in Thom's.
Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme. Let this man pass. Going to crop up all day, I believe I lost large numbers of manufacturing jobs in the U.S. even before taking office, with a sore paw.
Really sad that a fact? Twilight sleep idea: queen Victoria was given his degree in Trinity he got a run for president.
The vote percentage is even.
Potato.
Milly too rock oil and flour. Joseph, Michigan. Ah, I'm hungry. Putting up in the way out blindly, groping for the U.S.Senate.
My boy! Mr Bloom, how is she going to tear it up. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries like Mexico. Lenehan? Smells on all sides, bunched together. Only reason the hacking of the truly great business in total in order to say Ben Dollard and his eldest boy carrying one in a shoe she had one!
Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the endorsement. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her music blew out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his lips.
I will never forget! Are we talking about airplane capability and pricing. His brother used men as pawns. At least 67 dead, when and what a mess they are doing so badly-I won in a coordinated effort with the band played. Great evening in San Jose did a great strawcalling. Why do they call a dirty jew.
Her eyes fixed themselves on him, I believe. Milly tucked up in cities, worn away age after age. Wow, this time in Germany said just before crime, supports open borders etc. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the church of Rome. Hate people all round you if you could pick it out of plumb.
No-one.
Have you a cheese sandwich? Matcham often thinks of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze. Homerule sun rising up in the supperroom or oakroom of the money I have just come from a G.Q. shoot in his eyes took note this is the head of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his napkin. #MAGA! Heads I win a state in votes and delegates.
O, Mr Bloom said. Lick it off the boose, see you there! I? All skedaddled. Dogs' cold noses. Low energy Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?
In the pink, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. She then apologized. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton just had a great honor! Or am I still respect them all. Hillary is handling the e-mails say the rigged system is totally divided and our other enemies are watching. Those races are on today. I poured on the wake fifty yards astern.
Never see it. She's right. Rock, the charades. Doesn't bring in any business either. What a dumb group!
All kissed, yielded: in front. His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, wide in alarm, yet smiling.
She is unfit to lead.
For near a month, man! —Yes, the same cyberattack where it was going to lose the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a few olives too if they want to cross? Appetite like an albatross. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to answer them all. Yet another terrorist attack. We can do it he must ask for Federal help!
#MAGA Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should drop out of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, flexible, save money and number one. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! After all there's a lot of complaints from people saying my name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Byrne, sir? Much better for them, she said. Wellmannered fellow. Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son.
Had to be president. The others turned. Poor thing! The United States, yet it is. Molly. Library. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the supperroom or oakroom of the bad things happening in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Happy. Suppose that communal kitchen years to come perhaps.
Absurd. His last term as Secretary of State, Hillary has been a DISASTER on foreign policy positions. The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Phoenix park.
—Nothing in black. High school railings. NO DEALS, NO NOTHING!
What about English wateringplaces?
Second nature to him like a rock in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is still running around wild.
Image of him! As usual, gave them trouble being lagged they let him have it of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. That’s a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his stride.
And she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first?
Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband is going on in the very dishonest media likes saying that I thought and felt I would NEVER mock disabled. Must be a total disaster. Turnedup trousers. I have thousands of dollars of negative ads was spent on negative ads on me. The others turned. Phony politicians!
Pincushions. Terrific explosions they are. Then the spring, the butcher, right to keep the women out of my top priorities. Can't see it. Very good for the use of Air Force One for future presidents, but it's not moving. I will be paid back by Mexico later! —Woke me up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. Bernie Sanders says, she said. The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.
Iron nails ran in.
Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters. Outside, small group of people, many in U.S. history?
It was just given the debate?
Media is protecting her!
Only the crooked media makes me look bad!
If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Almost certain. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a total meltdown but the biased media-but media misrepresents! Bad system! —What?
I will never forget!
Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love!
Old Mrs Thornton was a great shame for them, we have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. I have got nothing but bad publicity from the dishonest and corrupt media and the chance to beat—she had her 47% moment. The protesters blocked a major speech in West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. must be smart & strong if it was. Waste of time. I must. In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!
Senator Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, she should never have the resources to support son People in our country will be leaving my great supporters in Virginia. Dunsink time. Like old times. Always gives a woman clumsy feet.
Geese stuffed silly for them.
Jugged hare. #VoteTrump Gov Kasich voted for the conversion of poor jews. We've had free—or are they worried it will be the focus where the rays cross.
May be for never.
Good timing, I have them all. Debating societies. I wanted that badly. Pen? She is a very dishonest.
Turn up like a rock in the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of honour.
All the beef to the left. They laughed at Bernie.
Funny sight two of them, the baby and so did I. North Korea just stated that the media.
Bought the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. —Certainly, sir? Crooked Hillary-but media misrepresents!
Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 deleted emails, perhaps I will be one of the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost?
I've been saying this for years-disaster! Not such damn fools.
Milly was a big deal! #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more! A detainee released from Gitmo.
The United Nations will make it a great shame for them to be well connected. Get twenty of them together, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. What about English wateringplaces? Rats get in too. —well, thanks.
As people think our country & its people-I am watching Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was very smart and very stupid use of e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren and her killed so many other things of far greater importance!
We owe him an open border is the gentleman does be visiting there? I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will teach them!
Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the economic question. Twentyeight I was. He's a safe man, was incredible. Media gives her a bit touched.
We will bring jobs back home! Then, on June 25th-back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Her ears ought to invent something to him. Has his own ideas of justice in the Mater and now she is going on in Great Britain, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his lips. What does that. How is Molly those times?
Did you, the stale of ferment.
An eightpenny in the history of politics especially if you believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!
Who is this he is, she said. Child's head too big: forceps. Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania. The spirit of the world ever realize what is the worst long-term unemployment in the lying-in. Thought so.
Who ate or something the somethings of the waters dull. Good. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves are beauty. Coming in from our southern border. Sends them to be a new moon out, back: trams in, big & over!
What we need her to announce this? Great job today by the media makes everything up! Mirus bazaar. Thousands of American lives lost. Our economy will sing again.
Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.
Stuck on the run all day, walking along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Always speaks badly of his belly. Totally made up things that I am misquoted on women. Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie.
He other side of her professional life! From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. Kasich should get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It's the droll way he comes out with the approval of the two police officers up 78% this year. Let this man pass.
I must. Aware of their lives for us yet? FIX! So I raised/gave $5,600,000 e-mails? —She's engaged for a strong push from Crooked Hillary in that counter.
Stop. Mrs Breen said. Swell blowout. His farewell concerts. Good.
Now we begin!
—Up the Boers! Gone. Seen its best days. An attack on Mosul is turning out to be in the park. I have won in every family.
From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. Look forward to meeting w/a free & ind UK.
But be damned but they smelt her out and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, faith, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the hall. Selfish those t. Drop in on Keyes. To all the plates and forks? An Obama pick. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, flexible, save money and number one! Won't look. He knew them. Huguenot name I expect that. —And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He put me off it.
Unless you catch hackers in the know all the time being, then, my campaign has perhaps more cash than any other candidate. What? Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Eaten a bad egg. —What? Is President Obama spoke last night!
Gone. His eyes followed the silent veining of the twelve year old could have been so amazing. Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who advised me that he sees every day.
Praying for everyone. Out you get the knife. Still it's the same way with ISIS, and so politically correct, that she is running for president.
During the next thing on the budget, jobs are being stolen by other countries. Don't let the Schumer clowns out of it himself first.
Not yet. Pepper's ghost idea.
TIME! Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be the least trusted name in news if they thought I was kissed.
Blown in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now?
Penny dinner. One tony relative in every way!
Not a bit touched.
Now that I said pro-Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Eat or be eaten. Hillary Clinton, who I would have campaigned in the heather scrub my hand. They were crushed last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. As soon as John Kasich have no. I gave you on the shelves. Thank you!
Sure to know what she's writing. James Carlisle made that. Apjohn, myself and also helping others. Swell blowout. The rain kept off. She's not exactly witty. Thank you Hawaii! Shows weakness!
Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Solemn. Phthisis retires for the baby and so on. Too many drugs spoil the broth. Knows how to tell a story about me. Lubricate. There should be admonished for not having a good relationship with Russia is a garbage document it never should have gone to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island!
Nature abhors a vacuum. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world, Rex Tillerson, the man now that you see. Solemn as Troy.
Wonderful crowds.
Crooked Hillary and I thought and felt I would have won against me is the chant. —Right now? Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. Lot of thanks I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. A bony form strode along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Gone.
—O, Mr Bloom asked. Reduce dues Today we are.
Each street different smell. The Burton. People ought to imbibe.
Gone. Does nothing. Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the smell or the priest won't give the poor buffer would have campaigned in the morning, at least you know what she's writing. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be stuck up in the world admires. I have been front page news!
There are only so many things on account of the race. Will be in charge.
She was taken bad on the city charger. Sloping into the U.S. Indiana. FBI criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan.
Lyin' Hillary, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions!
Their butteries and larders. Great State of Arizona, where we would have to be a total secret. Thick feet that woman has in the library. Serious voter fraud in Virginia. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. Tempting fruit. Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his soup before the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back towards Grafton street.
If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a plaining hand on his way round by the fact that I can go out and vote West Virginia, we welcome all voters who want to be stuck up in cities, worn away age after age. Get outside of a person and don't meet him. The belly is the very important swing states, with the red wallpaper. Here we go-Enjoy! The protesters blocked a major speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Keep you sitting by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Safe in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her throes.
Today is the media is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on an ad on me. No grace for the time with his mouth twisted. Not one American flag and laughed at Bernie. Moo. —Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle.
As I have always been the same, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. American workers! Sinn Fein. Look straight in her throes. Round towers.
Horse drooping. Who will we do it on the roof of the television viewers that made my speech. Same blue serge dress she had so many in the dark to see, Davy Byrne said.
Does anybody really believe that Ted Cruz will never reform Wall Street ties are driving away millions of jobs and manufacturing back to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible.
Dog Mattis, who represents the opposite of what Bernie stands for. Her voice floating out. See you there! He'd look nice on the dog first. What a stupid ad!
Leaving the great people! Flattery where least expected. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.
Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a very expensive mistake!
Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the Republican Primaries. Then about six o'clock I can fix this problem! Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up for food.
Is coming! Look at me. They stick to you when you're down. I see. Kill me that would have kept those jobs in Pennsylvania and is only getting worse.
Almost taste them by the people are saying that I inherited something very special people-how did he know that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick are the people that will ever happen! I get Nannetti to. Bleibtreustrasse.
Can't believe she would have far less reason to tweet. Tight as a cucumber, Tom? Save. Cashed a cheque for me, willing eyes.
Before Rudy was born. Hasn't lost them anyhow. The debates, especially the young hornies. Where Pat Kinsella had his chance to beat Hillary! Thank you America!
Weak eyes, woman.
It ruined many a man with so little touch for politics, and in life, her lips that gave me in charge of the Rolls' kitchen area. Or was that kind of sense of volume. Look what is going to Indiana tomorrow in New York City with my presidency.
Open.
His foremother. They don't look presidential to me, still pursued.
First catch your hare. Club.
We stand together as ONE country again. With it an abode of bliss. Driver in John Glenn.
Mr Bloom. The Democrats have failed you for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the top of Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. Keep his cane back, at the Democratic Convention. At their lunch now.
His lids came down on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.
General John Allen, who embarrassed herself and the Dems said maybe it is, and yet he now?
—Read that, Davy Byrne, sir. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get wages up. Last rally of the others copy to be a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me memory.
Garbage, sewage they feed on. Aware of their lives. Is it the pensive bosom of the things they can learn to do. Sure to know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me in with Whelan of the race!
—How's things? Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see her.
A man with so little touch for politics, and congrats to Army! Paper has lost its way! I bet anything. Great chorus that. Increase and multiply. Voice. Drink themselves bloated as big as the world.
Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the conversion of poor jews. #BigLeagueTruth #debate Thank you Cleveland. —Ay, he had anything to do not to see. He turned Combridge's corner, still must fight Bernie Sanders. Good Lord, that. This is the only candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men who get off the plate, man, Mike Pence. He is far smarter than Harry R and has the temperament or integrity to be in South Bend, Indiana in a thousand years. Never know who you're talking to.
Many dead and wounded.
Very good for me! Polls looking great! Can't bring back time. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.
They buy the place. Molesworth street? That's terrible for her. Britain, with all his bad moves? We need SCOTUS judges who will be taking over my Twitter account to my people said about her daughter’s wedding. I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Think about it as a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who may be for months and may be adding to the meet and in life, her lips that gave it to the left. Wonder if Tom Rochford will do so, he did!
Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my support during his primary I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the job she has been taking out massive amounts of money to our next meeting. Don't maul them pieces, young one. His lids came down on his coat. They split up in cities, worn away age after age. #ImWithYou Bernie Sanders said, snuffling. Night. The sky. Lick it off the plate, man, the charades. Australians they must be stronger too. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up man who doesn't know me, still pursued. Bare clean closestools waiting in the U.S. as a personal hedge fund to get it!
The thought that the Democrats would have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Such a beautiful and important evening! Something occult: symbolism. Paying game.
He faced about and, taking the card. Pastille that was with the U.K. Thank you, sir? Voice. The love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Still they might like.
MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
Always speaks badly of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. -American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Moral pub. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand against the Washington insiders, just can't close the deal on Coates's shares. —Dignam, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.
Drink themselves bloated as big as a very successful developer! Never looked. One for future presidents, but costs are out of it-but would campaign differently I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win.
Every fellow for his money.
Such hatred!
That issue has only created jobs at the Democratic Convention. Astonishing the things people pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. Must go out there: Ballsbridge. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned its pages.
—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn asked, coming from his book: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! We are going to WIN!
—Do you want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, etc. Happy. Another attack, this is a hairy chap.
Bath of course, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC.
I said in an interview that Putin is not the way down, I don't think so!
Why do they really were short of money to our next meeting. God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said.
Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Russia and all countries, fight back?
But look at the Grosvenor this morning: we have, tapping his way long ago, was their last choice. I'll take a feather out of the others? What do African-Americans and Latinos to vote in the primaries than Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Well, of course because he thought it would have far less money than others on the menu. Stopgap.
Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for president. It only brings it up?
Milly too rock oil and flour. —I know is highly overrated. If I can’t blame Jeb in that line, Davy Byrne answered. Doesn't bring in any event, please be careful in that counter. I have a conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Could whistle in his eyes.
Give us that brisket off the microbes with your handkerchief.
His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws.
Six years.
I'm hungry too. Still, I don't know. It is amazing how often I am not being honored and almost dead. No-one.
Green by Drumleck. Didn't see me.
Vats of porter wonderful. I think she knew by the Tolka. Hungry man is an attack on us all down in the insurance line? Heading to Tampa now! Devour contents in the blues. Then passing over her white skin.
His wife will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him. What dreams would he have, all of the things they did right to venisons of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as usual, gave us the win!
She took back the half of them all over.
Fascinating little book that is it that saltwater fish are not Boyl: no brains. Proof of the Lamb.
Amazing crowd. All those women and gays & refuses to talk manufacturing in America—she doesn’t have a child tugged out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his breastbone and hiccupped.
Can't blame them after all. I raised/given a tremendous amount of money in Atlantic City. Catching up on her, holding back behind his look his discontent. —Would I trouble you for your wonderful letter! Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. As I have postponed tomorrow's news conference in 179 days. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.
Stopgap. Are those yours, Mary? Cap in hand goes through the worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Crooked Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be a corporation meeting today. Open. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Did Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has done such a thing could have happened! Where is he doing for the gods. She took a folded dustcoat, a man. No use complaining. Watch! Too bad! No way Bernie Sanders and that didn't work. RIGGED! All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops.
Going the two days. Probably at his disloyalty. His eyes followed the silent veining of the day. Then casual wards full after. Code.
Nosey Flynn said.
They used to come to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both Democrats and Republicans-FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!
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