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Henriel Week Day 7: Alternate Ending

"The Fate of Your Soul"

Summary: A "What if Hyde didn't end up dead and Utterson spoke to him after finding everything out?" scenario

Last entry of Henriel week and I am once again thanking @corvidayyy for putting this together because I had too much fun planning these

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Utterson squeezed the bridge of his nose as he fought off the pain and exhaustion of everything that had happened tonight.

Poole’s arrival, listening into Jekyll’s cabinet, breaking down the door, and the awful, terror infused screaming of Hyde pleading for mercy as the two charged in, pinning him to the ground as a vial of some substance clattered to the floor, the man writhing beneath them.

He didn’t think he would ever be able to escape the echoing shouts of “Not you! Not like this—please not you!” that had made his blood run cold as he called out to Bradshaw to summon the nearest policemen.

By the time the police arrived, Hyde had entered full hysteria, gasping sobs melting into unhinged laughter in a way that was overwhelmingly pitiful, if Utterson only but listened. To see the man struggle only tinged these feelings of pity with disgust. He did his best to keep his gaze averted.

And while his search of the cabinet hadn’t found Henry Jekyll, he did find the letters.

God, the letters. The information within them was all too much for his mind to process, and his head was hurting him worse than it had in years. When he had first finished Henry’s confessional, he had found himself sobbing—something that he probably hadn’t done in three decades. Too many conflicted feelings existed within him to make any sense of them, but as he composed himself with a hot cup of tea (with a healthy dose of bourbon mixed in), he brought himself to reading them a second and third time, desperate to understand.

After pouring through these pages, eyes burning from the strain of reading in the dim study, Utterson could understand nothing but a deep, deep ache in his very soul for the fate of poor old Harry Jekyll.

He pried himself out of his chair, desperate to do something—anything, but sit here for another moment with his thoughts. He turned to his coat and hat, still laying in a heap where he had tossed them after coming home, and prepared himself to step out into the brisk, dark air.

It was not long ‘til dawn when Utterson arrived at the precinct where they were holding Mr. Hyde.

After pacing the outside block a few times, Utterson finally steeled himself enough to enter the building where he almost immediately ran into a gentleman he recognized – the Newcomen who he had assisted during the Carew case. Thinking back to that time made his stomach turn anew.

“Ah, Mr. Utterson, good morning,” said Newcomen, looking tired himself. “I regret to inform you that there is no news yet of the whereabouts of Dr. Jekyll, but we have a full team dedicated to finding your man as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, Inspector,” Gabriel muttered, peering around nervously. “But that’s not the only reason I’m here.”

“Oh?” Newcomen shifted, doing his best to hide his sudden burst of curiosity.

“I would like to meet with Edward Hyde.”

Newcomen laughed. “No need for that! We have everything under control with him, and before long his time before the gallows will be scheduled—”

“I insist, Inspector.”

Newcomen froze.

“I’d like to speak with him alone, sir,” Gabriel continued.

“-er---alone?”

“Why yes, of course. I’m acting as his legal counsel.”

“You—you—I'm -- sorry, what?” Newcomen was standing there, mouth agape, no longer showing any signs of fatigue. Gabriel, however, felt the exhaustion run deeper than it had before. He sighed, handed the officer his card, and asked to be shown into a private interrogation room.

As he sat in the small, cold, gray room, head in his hands, Utterson couldn’t decide whether he had made the correct choice in coming here or not. The endless ways this encounter could go were daunting, the wait unbearably long, and he suddenly found that he'd much rather be back home in front of the fire. Or in bed.

Utterson’s stomach sunk low at the sound of the door opening. Hyde was escorted in by a pair of officers, who forced him into a chair and chained his hands together and ankle to the leg of his chair. Utterson couldn't bear to watch—the whole proceeding making him nauseous. He kept his gaze on the floor as he waited for the policemen to finish. He gave a curt nod as they departed while they reminded him that they would be in the hall and at his full disposal if anything were needed.

When they were alone, Utterson finally let himself look directly at Hyde.

Before this night, Utterson had only ever seen Hyde on one other occasion. To see him now, it was almost difficult to say that it was the same man.

The Edward Hyde before him was a little taller, a little older, and much more pale and sickly than his previous self. There was also something much more feral about him, with the way that his eyes sharply dashed across the room, unnaturally tense and agitated. His body was tightly coiled inward, breathing shallow, like a snake preparing to strike. He could see his jaw working too, as though he was chewing his words before he allowed them to tumble out of his mouth.

“You, then?” was all that the creature before him managed to grunt out. His voice sounded much raspier too, raw from the screaming that had taken place earlier.

“Me.”

Another interlude of silence.

“Why are you here?”

“I would like some answers.”

“Answers to what?” Hyde asked, eyeing him suspiciously. The words were spit at Utterson like they were poison.

“I’ve read the letter. All of it. And Lanyon’s too.”

“You have?”

“Yes.”

“And yet you’re here?”

“Yes.”

“Then you know all. Henry Jekyll is gone. I can’t help you.”

“Are you sure, Harry?”

Hyde convulsed suddenly, looking as though he had been smacked. When he composed himself again, staring directly at Utterson, he seemed to soften, if only slightly. His eyes, darker than Henry’s, nonetheless held something in them that drew Utterson in.

“I’m quite sure. It’s a hopeless case. You’re pleading for a dead man,” Hyde answered, a little more gravity to his voice than the short, raspy whispers of before.

They stared at each other for another moment, Utterson desperate to find anything, anything at all that would connect the miserable creature before him to the man he used to regard as his dearest friend, his family, his—well—everything.

“Henry Jekyll was not one to abandon hope so quickly.”

Hyde laughed then, a sad, desperate cackle. “Really? Is that so? I guess you didn’t know him as well as you thought! You really think that after all this, after everything you’ve learned, that you even knew him at all? The Henry Jekyll you knew, the Henry Jekyll you WANT, is gone. In fact, he never existed. I’m all that’s left—the miserable, miserable testament to all his sin, his failure, and every twisted thing that he had always been all along. You’re wasting your time and mine, Utterson, and I have precious little of it left.”

Hyde shut his eyes then, turning his face away from Utterson, refusing to even look at him. Utterson was afraid that the pitiable hysteria of before—when they had found Hyde alone in Jekyll’s cabinet, would resurface. He could see that Hyde was restraining himself against some deep emotion.

Utterson brought his hand to his brow and groaned. It was too late, or early, and exhaustion was clutching him like a vice. He continued to watch Hyde, and that usual disgust that his presence typically inspired was beginning to wane, ever so slightly, the longer they sat with each other. Of course, he had to keep reminding himself who this man truly was in order to keep those feelings at bay.

Finally, “What are we going to do, Henry?”

Hyde sputtered. “We? I--”

“The eyewitness account doesn’t help us at all, and the fact that I had previously cooperated with the police to corroborate the testimony—”

“What on Earth are you talking about?”

“And it has been far too long since I’ve been involved in criminal law—”

“Utterson!” Hyde pleaded. Gabriel paused and brought his gaze back to Hyde. “You can’t, you can’t really be here to—”

“Have you forgotten my promise? I once promised Henry Jekyll that I would ensure Edward Hyde gets his rights, and that is exactly what I intend to do. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do anything to save you, but…”

Utterson trailed off. Hyde looked at him, dumbstruck. It was though he were finally considering the character of the man before him, and not instinctively assuming every man he faced was an enemy. Tears began to brim Hyde’s eyes again, and Utterson was on the verge of letting his own tears spill for the second time in over 30 years.

“Why are you doing this?” Hyde asked, voice trembling.

How to answer? There were so many things to say, lifetime's worth.

Utterson reached a hand across the table and grabbed hold of one of Hyde’s. The smaller man flinched and started to pull away but stopped himself. While it didn’t feel quite right to Utterson, it wasn’t the hand of Henry Jekyll, there was a bewildering comfort in it nonetheless.

“Because the fate of your soul is not sealed yet, but no matter where it goes, I refuse to let it go alone,” Utterson said.

The two sat there in silence, hands held tightly, as dawn broke in the cold London morning outside.

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Skinamalink: Chapter 7

Despite being in lockdown, it’s still taken me 4 days to post this somehow. Ah well. It’s up and I’ve also made some edits back the ways as well - nothing major just a bit of fixing the flow.

archiveofourown.org/works/20955815/chapters/55940269

Or here, if you fancy:

Chapter 7: Monster Back In Town

Vlad smiled wide – crooked teeth on show. Shark’s teeth – or a wolf’s. Either way, something carnivorous and hungry. But perhaps what was more terrifying was how genuine Vlad’s smiles were. Dark eyes brightened and laughter lines gathered around them.

           ‘Are you ever going to let me off the hook for that?’ Vlad chuckled.

‘No.’ Edward’s response was solid and definite, leaving little room for argument. Nevertheless, Vlad tried,

‘Be fair, Eddie – I was doing what was best for you.’

           ‘Debatable.’

‘Is it? What do you think Sikes would have done to you if he knew you were my son?’

Edward didn’t need to think – he knew. And it would probably have started with his kneecaps and a crowbar. But he wasn’t about to give Vlad the satisfaction, so Edward only shrugged in response.

           ‘Fine. Sulk if you want to. You’re avoiding the question. How do you feel now that Sikes is awake?’

Where to begin? He had taken to checking over his shoulder more often in the past week. And double-checking that the door was locked. Scrutinising the crowd in the café for familiar but unwelcome faces. But that was natural, wasn’t it? A man who wants to kill you comes back into the picture, you're bound to get a little paranoid. Edward knew the kind of man that Bill Sikes was and what he was capable of. He had witnessed it – even participated in some of it. And don’t all monsters fear the monster who made them? Not that Vlad would understand that – he was a monster all by himself.

           ‘Eddie?’

‘Look, I’m not doing great, but I’m handling it. Dorian’s the one we should be worried about.’

           ‘That’s really why you called me, isn’t it?’ Edward nodded. ‘You think he might start using again?’ Another nod. ‘He’s been clean five years.’

‘Sikes being in a coma helped with that. And honestly, I’d find it hard to blame him if he lapsed. Sometimes... sometimes it was the only thing that could get him through it at all.’

           ‘You didn’t need it.’

‘A lot of the others did. Sikes made your life his or he made it hell – sometimes both. A lot of us were too young to see and do the shit we did – so we found ways of coping.’ And then he said in a whisper, and mostly to himself, ‘We were just kids.’

           ‘I know.’

Vlad cast his mind back to the first time he’s seen Edward. Fifteen. Hair shaggy and black. Green eyes unmistakable, even with the bruising around one of them. The split lip. The slight limp. His face had been so thin and tired that he looked several years older than he was. Now, Vlad didn’t often get sentimental, but Edward had slowly teased it out. And the thought of anyone harming the boy... incited a vicious streak and violent thoughts that surprised even Vlad. And if Sikes did come for his son... well, this time Sikes wouldn’t even make it back to the hospital.

           ‘I should go. I’ve got work to do.’

Vlad squeezed Edward’s shoulder,

‘Alright, Eddie. You know that if you need anything – anything – you come to me.’

           ‘Yeah.’ Edward reached for the car door.

‘Eddie... if things get worse with Dorian – you will let me know, won’t you?’

           ‘Course I will.’

Edward left the car without a backward glance. Vlad watched as he walked back inside the café, closing the door hard behind him. Vlad paused to adjust a cufflink and said with incredible nonchalance,

‘Renfield, I want another man put on the hospital.’

           ‘Yes, sir.’

‘And if I find that any of our dealers are distributing to Mr Gray, they will find themselves on the nasty end of a spike.’

           ‘Of course, sir.’

DS Newcomen was in a growling bastard of a mood. Once again, the news had been delivered that his application for the post of Detective Inspector had been denied. No, no – someone else was being transferred into the unit, they said. A more efficient use of resources, they said. A load of bollocks, Newcomen thought. He’d been a DI once, hadn’t he? He still would be if Sikes hadn’t gone and got his head bashed in a car crash. Eight years ago, he had been on the heels of something great – just a few steps away from getting Sikes behind bars for good. But no bad guy, no case. No case... ten years of his life up in smoke.

           But now... now he had a chance for redemption – a chance to finally make the case and get everything back. And it was getting snatched away again.

           When Newcomen heard that Sikes was awake, he damn near fell out of his seat. He’d rushed straight to the hospital and had stayed there for hours until the doctors had let him in the room. There had always been something about that car crash that didn’t feel right – something that didn’t quite fit – and he was going to get answers.

           Sikes had smiled at him when he stepped inside,

‘Well, well, Inspector... time wasn’t kind to you, was it?’

           ‘It’s Sergeant now. You cost me DI.’

‘Shame. Where’s my fruit?’

           ‘What?’

‘You visit someone in hospital, you’re supposed to bring ‘em fruit.’ Newcomen bit the inside of his cheek and swallowed down the urge to arrest.

           ‘I ain’t here for a visit. I have questions.’

‘I hope it ain’t on current events – I’m a bit spotty there.’

           ‘No. I wanna ask about the car crash.’

‘Car crash?’ Sikes shrugged his shoulders and grinned like a hyena – deliberately evasive. ‘What car crash?’

           ‘Yes. Car crash. That’s how you got here. You know that. Do you remember anything about it?’

‘Nah. Nothing.’

           ‘Nothing?’

‘Nothing. Dashboard must’ve hit the ol’ noggin too hard. Sorry.’ Again, Sikes smiled and shrugged – it wasn’t apologetic, it was smug. It said, you couldn’t touch me then and you can’t touch me now – if you think I’m going to answer your questions, you’re even stupider than I thought you were.

           ‘I’m done here, Sikes. But I’ll be back.’

‘Next time bring fruit. I like strawberries.’

Newcomen had left and had been in a bad mood ever since.

           He flipped through the meticulously arranged binder on his desk – one of three. All on the same subject – the life and crimes of William Sikes. Some might call it obsessive. It was obsessive. But when questioned, Newcomen would always say that to catch a criminal you need to be a little obsessed. A cup of bad coffee from the machine was placed on the desk in front of him.

           ‘Ugh, Skip, again with the binder?’

‘It’s called police work, constable.’

           ‘The new DI’ll be here any moment.’

‘Exactly. I’m gonna give ‘im this and tell ‘im we should take the case.’

           ‘What case, Skip?’

‘Sikes is awake. Which means, after all this time, he can be brought to justice.’

           ‘Skip, I don’t get it. There’s plenty bad guys out there – what is it about Sikes?’

‘How old were you eight years ago?’

           ‘Fourteen.’

‘You’d have been a good age for him.’

The constable shifted uncomfortably where he stood. Newcomen turned his attention back to the binder.

           ‘What... what exactly does that mean?’

‘Sikes liked drafting kids into his crew. He’d find kids in need. Give ‘em a place to stay. Get ‘em fed. Make ‘em feel safe. But now they owe him, so he asks ‘em to do a job – and they feel like they can’t say no. So, they do it. And now he’s got ‘em committing a crime, so he uses it to make ‘em do more. Before long, he’s groomed these kids into criminals and they’re a long way from who they used to be. So it’s not just that Sikes is a bad man who does bad things. He drags other people down with him.’

There was a pause, then the constable said softly,

‘How many kids?’

Newcomen flipped several sections of the binder and spun it around for the constable to see. The page bore a list of names. There were forty-three in total but to look at it, they seemed to go on and on. All forty-three were arranged neatly alphabetically with birthdates – and in the case of an unfortunate handful, death dates. The constable blinked, refusing the tears passage.

           ‘You understand me now?’ The constable nodded. ‘Then get back to work.’

The atmosphere in the café had not improved and everyone felt the tension. Lucy was staying quiet. Justine bore it, even though confusion poked and prodded her. Adam stayed in the kitchen away from it all.

           The winter sun had set two hours ago – still leaving them with another three to go. Lucy rapped her knuckles on the side of the kitchen window.

           ‘Adam?’

‘Yes, Luce?’

Adam ducked down so that his face was visible through the gap.

           ‘Close up the kitchen, love. I’m gonna shut us for the night.’

‘What about the boss?’

           ‘The boss’ll deal with it.’

Adam nodded and gave a small smile. It was one thing to be grateful for – Adam’s smile had never been affected by the scars across his face. It was a good smile – kind and genuine.

           ‘How are you doing with all this, love?’ Adam shrugged.

‘Not gonna lie, Luce, the thought of Sikes being awake... of him being out again... I don’t like it, Luce. Not at all. I mean, sure, the goons who did this,’ Adam gestured towards his face, ‘are long gone – but the man’s a monster... and he’s going to hurt people.’

Lucy reached out and gave Adam’s hand a squeeze. It too was patterned with raised scars.

           ‘It’s gonna be ok.’

Lucy left Justine to start cleaning. When she reached the door of Edward’s office, she knocked softly.

           ‘Ed?’

There was no response. Lucy pushed the door open. For a moment, Lucy thought that Edward must have left. He wasn’t at his desk and his jacket was gone from the back of his chair. A slight shuffling sound drew Lucy to the couch. The leather jacket was serving as a makeshift blanket and his shoes were kicked off so that he could curl his legs up.

           ‘Ed? Ed!’

Edward jolted awake – eyes bleary and hair tousled out of place.

           ‘Jesus, Luce – what the hell?’

‘You’re sleeping?’

           ‘I’m fucking tired. I was woken at five.’ Edward rubbed his eyes. ‘What d’you want?’

‘Wanna close the shop.’

           ‘Shit, is it ten already?’

‘Seven – but it’s quiet. And I don’t think anyone is feeling it tonight.’

Edward didn’t even have the resolve left to contradict her. He started to pull his boots back on.

           ‘Alright. Let’s close it down. Where’s Dorian?’

‘Gone.’ Edward jolted upward.

           ‘What!?’

‘Ed, it’s alright. He left with Basil an hour ago.’ Edward grumbled and sank back down on the couch. ‘Ed, is Dorian using again?’

           ‘No. Maybe... I don’t know.’

Lucy settled herself beside Edward and put an arm around his shoulders. They stayed there for a long moment, silent, in the reassuring company of the other.

           ‘We’re all gonna be here. Whatever happens, Ed. We’ll stick by you.’

‘You shouldn’t.’ Edward shrugged Lucy’s arm away. ‘Sikes is gonna come for me – and when he does, no one can be anywhere near me.’

           ‘He might not, Ed.’

‘I put him in a coma, Luce,’ said Edward, hands running through his hair. ‘He’s coming for me.’

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Classic literature vines compilation: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde pt. 01

A/N: And here we come to the fandom I made most vines of. It became pretty long, so I had to split this one in two. (Oh my god, I just realised, how fitting that is!)

Lanyon: Hey, hiya-

Hyde: *growls menacingly*

Lanyon: EEEEK!!!

Lanyon: GET YO' FUCKING DOG BITCH!

Jekyll: It don't bite.

Lanyon: YES IT DO!

Hyde: Soooo …

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -what you're saying is-

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -that I-

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -SHOULD BLOW SHIT UP!

Jekyll: Yes-wait, no!

Utterson: No!

Lanyon: Do it!

Hyde: Doing it!

Hyde: Soooo …

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -what you're saying is-

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -that I-

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -SHOULD BLOW SHIT UP!

Jekyll: Yes-wait, no!

Utterson:  No!

Lanyon: Do it!

Hyde: Doing it!

Sir Danvers Carew: *trying to get away from Hyde* Ah! No, close the door! Close the damn door!

Hyde: *comes closer*

Sir Danvers Carew: Oh god, I'm so dead.

Hyde: *proceeds to beat him to death*

Sir Danvers Carew: *dying scream*

Sir Danvers Carew: Well, I was right about one thing, I was dead. 

Hyde: Knock, knock!

Lanyon: Who's there?

Hyde: *slams the door in Lanyon's face* THE DOOR!

Lanyon: I like your shoes.

Jekyll: I like that you like my shoes.

Lanyon: I like that you like that I like your shoes.

Jekyll: It was a joke.

Lanyon: What?

Jekyll: I despise your footwear!

Lanyon: I like your shoes.

Jekyll: I like that you like my shoes.

Lanyon: I like that you like that I like your shoes.

Jekyll: It was a joke.

Lanyon: What?

Jekyll: I despise your footwear!

Utterson: You and me are just two straight guys, that really like each other!

Jekyll: Yeah, it's like we're each other's guy-baes

Jekyll: … Or gays

Utterson: O_O 

Jekyll: And wha' do you think you're doing?!

Hyde: I'm just having a bi' o' tea, before tea time!

Jekyll: Before?!

Hyde: *giggles* Yeah!

Hyde: Don't bother-

Hyde: *pulls out a gun* -FOR I'M ACTUALLY ROBBING THIS PLACE!

Inspector Newcomen: Well, I guess it's a good job I'm actually an UNDERCOVER COP! *also pulls out a gun*

Utterson: *gasp*

Inspector Newcomen: *points towards Utterson* That right there is my partner!

Utterson: *is gone*

Inspector Newcomen: Uhhh …

Utterson: *joins Hyde* Sorry, sweetheart, but I'm not your partner.

Utterson: *pulls out a gun* I'm his. *kisses Hyde*

Inspector Newcomen: No!

Inspector Newcomen: Wait, so you're gay?!

Utterson: Nooo?

Hyde: Well, actually, that does make us gay.

Utterson: What?!

Hyde: Hey, spell 'me'.

Utterson: Okay? M-E.

Hyde: You forgot the D.

Utterson: There is no D in me.

Hyde: Not yet! ;)

Utterson: O_O

Utterson: Remember, you can be anything you want!

Jekyll: Can I be your man?

Utterson: Look, I don't think, that's a profession-

Jekyll: YOUR ASS SAID ANYTHING!!!

Hyde: Y'ello?

Jekyll: *appears in the mirror* What did you do?

Hyde: Alright … but you can't be mad at me.

Jekyll: What. Did you. Do?

Hyde: First: I was minding my own business-

Jekyll: *slams hands against the glass* Bullsh*t!

Hyde: I waaas!

Jekyll: And what exactly happened, while you were "minding your own business"?

Hyde: Well, I was chillaxing in my room - like a baller - when suddenly these shmucks kicked in my door!

Hyde: And one of the yelled: Get on your knees!

Hyde: And I responded with: I'm not your mother last night! And they took exception to that. *points at his bruises* But you know how that song and dance goes. *points at his blood-soaked clothing* So I killed all but one of them!

Jekyll: What happened to the last one?                

Hyde: Pussed out like a bitch!

Utterson: *slamming down a frying pan*

Jekyll: *winks* Honey, you don't have to be so rough!

Utterson: *winks back* Oh, I know you like it rough!

Lanyon: OH MY GOD WHY- 

Jekyll: Hi, thanks for checking in, I'm-

Jekyll: *singing* -still a piece of rubbish!

Jekyll, waking up to Hyde looming at his bedside: WHOA!!!

Hyde: Room service!

Jekyll: You didn't even knock!

Hyde: Oh, I don't work here.

Jekyll: Walk in?!

Hyde: *cackles maniacally*

Jekyll: *screams*

Utterson: It's so cold hell has frozen over. Hyde can testify. Right?

Hyde: Utterson, there is a special place in hell for me.

Hyde: The throne.

Utterson: Hey!

Jekyll: What?

Utterson: Did you fall from Heaven?

Jekyll: No, but Hyde did scrape his knee crawling out of hell.

Utterson: …

Utterson: *tabs Hyde on the shoulder* Mr. Hyde, I think?

Hyde: *thinking* Try to imagine him in his underwear …

Jekyll: Hyde, wtf!

Hyde: *imagines Utterson in his undergarments*

Hyde: Oh no, he's hot!

Utterson: ???

Lanyon: Hey, man!

Hyde: *punches him in the face*

Lanyon: Ow, hey, what the hell is wrong with you?!

Hyde: Level Up!

Jekyll: Doctor, I think I might be a homosexual.

Lanyon: How can you tell?

Jekyll: *pukes rainbows*

Jekyll: Who parked their coach-

Jekyll: -on my sandwich?!

Sir Danvers Carew: I did!

Jekyll: *turns into Hyde*

Jekyll: It's so beautiful out here!

Utterson: Yeah, it's just you, me and the moon.

Moon: Hey!

Moon: You two should kiss!

Utterson, to Jekyll: Hey! You know who's gay?

*wedding music plays*

Utterson: Us. <3

Jekyll: :)

Lanyon: You look pretty.

Jekyll: What did you say?

Lanyon: Uh, I said you look shitty! Good night, Jekyll!

Jekyll: …

Hyde: You sure you wanna see that?

Lanyon: Hell yeah, dude!

Hyde: Okay, check this out! *drinks the formula and transforms*

Jekyll: SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!!!

Lanyon: HOLY CRAP!!!

Lanyon: Roses are red, violets are blue-

Lanyon: -I thought I was ugly, until I met you!

Edward Hyde: Roses are red, roses are white-

Edward Hyde: -roses are yellow, stop with the fucking stereotype!

Utterson: Oh, a kitten!

Poole: Careful, Sir, he has a knife.

Hyde: *hides a knife* Huh, uh, no, I don't! ^^

Jekyll, singing: Oh my god, look at that face-

Hyde: -if you're feeling suicidal, you've come to the right place!

Hyde, thinking: You gotta start talking. He wants you to respond. Say something stupid.

Hyde: I wasn't thinking about killing you.

Utterson: Awww, thank you! ^^

Hyde, thinking: Nailed it!

Lanyon: The two men meet at a card table, write down all their little emotional problems, a little playing cards, take turns being honest - slapping them down.

Lanyon: The older guys goes first, he goes:

Utterson: Hello, it's nice to meet you, my name is Gabriel and I'm a Virgo.

Lanyon: The younger goes:

Hyde: Hello, my name is Edward, I'm a PSYCHO!

Utterson: Oookay, uh, my turn, my father used to lock me in a closet, when I was three.

Hyde: My dad came out of the closet, when I was four! ;P

Utterson: …

Hyde: …

Lanyon: …

Utterson: Well, I can't have an orgasm, unless I'm on top.

Hyde: I can't have an orgasm, unless I'm on CRACK!

Utterson: Alright, well, listen, I have an imaginary friend named Henry Jekyll.

Hyde: YOU KNOW HENRY JEKYLL?!

Utterson: Alright, look, I'm neurotic, I need to see other people.

Hyde: I'm schizophrenic, I AM OTHER PEOPLE!!! SCREEEEE-

Utterson: Alright, take the pie, you win.

Jekyll, singing: I can show you the world-

Lanyon: I don't wanna see it!

Jekyll, singing: Okay. :( 

Utterson, singing: Hey, how are you doing?

Jekyll, singing: Well, I'm doing just fine-

Jekyll, singing: -I lied, I'm dying inside- 

Hyde: Don't worry, Gabe! I'll never let you explode! ^^

Utterson: That's good.

Hyde: Unless it's inside of me! ;)

Utterson: …

Hyde, to Utterson: Aww, you're so adorable!

Hyde: I could just squeeze you to death!

Hyde, hoarsely: My voice is gone again.

Lanyon: From sucking too much dick?

Hyde: Yeah.

Lanyon: *snorts*

Lanyon realises what Hyde just said: *coughs awkwardly*

Lanyon, singing: Fuck this shit, I'm out! Fuck this shit, I'm out - no thanks!

Lanyon, singing: Don't mind me, I'll just grab my stuff and leave, excuse me please-

Lanyon, singing: Fuck this shit, I'm out - nope! Fuck this shit, I'm out - alright then!

Lanyon, singing: I don't know, what the fuck just happened, but I don't really care, imma gtfo here-

Lanyon, singing: Fuck this shit, I'm out!

Jekyll: …

Hyde, singing: Go, suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a motherf*cking dick!

Jekyll, playing the piano and singing: Suck a dick, suck a huge or small dick-

Jekyll: *realises, what he's singing* D8

Hyde: >;D

Utterson: *pointing at Lisa Carew* YOU SHALL NEVER HAVE HER!!!

Jekyll: AND WHY NOT?!

Utterson: Because I love you.

Jekyll: O///O

Utterson: *carries him off bridal style*

Lisa Carew: I just can't even- <3 ^^

Jekyll & Utterson, singing: Can you feel the love-

Hyde, singing: To-niihiiihii-

Jekyll: Really? -_-

Hyde: Sorry. ^^;

Jekyll: I'll be forever alone. 

Hyde: You got me! ^^

Jekyll: No, like, someone who makes me feel better. 

Hyde: I can make you feel better, last night, last night, you did- :(

Hyde: A poem!

Hyde: Roses are red, violets are blue-

Hyde: -be my Valentine! I'm waiting for you!

Hyde: Blood is red, bruises are blue-

Hyde: Don't say no.

Jekyll: …

Hyde: OH MY GOD!!!

Hyde: You're gorgeous! ;)

Jekyll: O_O

Jekyll: Hastie, we're in a plane crash site.

Lanyon: I know, we just, kinda, cold opened our work day in a plane crash site.

Jekyll: You know what I feel weird about?

Lanyon: What?

Jekyll: What exactly are we doing here?

Lanyon: Being doctors?

Jekyll: I know, the FBI are here, the police are here, there's just one problem: everybody is dead. They don't really need doctors.

Lanyon: I guess we're just here to do our jobs

Jekyll: Okay. We have to figure out what happened to this guy.                

Lanyon: I'm pretty sure I know what happened to him: he died in a plane crash.

Jekyll: This is stupid.

Lanyon: I know!

Jekyll: What if we just lay down on these seats and pretend that we're dead? Then maybe, we won't have to do our jobs.

Lanyon: Well, I can't see anything wrong with that.

Both: *fall into the seats*

Jekyll: Urgh, I'm dead.

Lanyon: *makes weird noises*

Utterson: *hears them* Holy shit! We have two survivors over here!

Lanyon: Oh shit!

Jekyll: Aw, fuck.

Inspector Newcomen: You guys are a miracle!

Jekyll: *pretending to be waking up* What happened?

Lanyon: Am I still sleeping?

Utterson: You survived a devastating plane crash!

Jekyll: We'll just go. Don't worry about it.

Lanyon: That plane crash really tired us up.

Jekyll, whispering: We're in too deep!

Lanyon, whispering back: Screwed it!

Utterson: If you go to court, you're gonna get millions!

Jekyll, whispering again: Millions?

Lanyon, whispering back again: Yeah, Millions!

Jekyll: We will see where this takes us! :D

Jekyll, to Utterson: Gabriel, I love you!

Utterson: I-I-

Hyde: But Gabriel, I also love you!

Jekyll: But now two of us love you! Who will you choose?

Utterson: …

Utterson: Why don't we just all fuck each other?

Jekyll & Hyde: ???

Utterson: Y'know, just one big fuck pile.

Jekyll: Okay.

Hyde: Sounds good to me.

Utterson: Okay! Besides, even after your separation, you're still one person, so whatever way I choose, I get the whole package anyway.

Jekyll: Good point.

Hyde: Let's go!

Poole: Finally, the house is clean.

Hyde, munching sweets and getting crumps all over the place: Good, don't forget to take out the trash.

Poole: O_e

Hyde, outside of the house in a trashcan: WHAT DID I DO?!

Hyde: Hey, I have a secret to tell you!

Lanyon: Oh my god, what?

Hyde: Come closer!

Lanyon: *comes closer*

Hyde: *punches him in the face*

Poole: Mr. Hyde, please go, put those knives back.

Hyde: YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO ANYTHING!!! *crawls back into the kitchen*

Enfield: Hyde is so annoying.

Hyde, randomly crawling out of the fiery pits of hell: I heard you were talking shit about me?

Enfield: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Utterson: …

Utterson: Hey, Siri! Call my boyfriend.

Siri: Which one?

Utterson: B-)

Jekyll, singing: When I think about my worries and I think about my strife-

Jekyll, singing: -here is what I simply say:

Edward Hyde, just transformed: AHHHH!!!

Jekyll: I'm a respectable Victorian gentleman. I have no animalistic urges-

Hyde: Pffff-

Jekyll: I don't engage in acts of debauchery-

Hyde: *snorts* Yeah, sure.

Jekyll: And I have no unnatural emotions-

Utterson: *exists*

Jekyll: …

Hyde: *grins*

Jekyll: Shit.

[michaelchapmanba2a]

Narrative Strategies - Chapter 4 - 12/12/17

This chapter is quite interesting as it appears the first half of the chapter is told through the POV of a Maid servant who just happened to be at the wrong time. This chapter is set a year later but she witnessed on the streets of London 2 gentlemen talking. One who is not known yet has white hair and the other being Mr Hyde. The two characters are talking, the maid can’t quite hear what is being said but recognises that Mr Hyde is listening with the slight nods in his head. She noticed Mr Hyde was trifling a cane while listening. Suddenly at some point Mr Hyde became enraged to which at that point Mr Hyde started to trample on the older gentleman. At which point the maid fainted.

When the maid wakes up, the older gentleman has died with the murder no where in site. The older gentleman who died had a sealed and stamped envelope addressed to Mr Utterson. When Mr Utterson is informed about the dead gentleman, he asks if he can see the body to see who this gentleman was. Upon going to the recognise the body, he see’s it as  Sir Danvers Carew, a member of parliament and a friend to Mr Utterson. As one of the murder weapons is the cane, Mr Utterson recognises the cane to be something he gave Dr Jekyll to a few years back. Mr Utterson and  Inspector Newcomen decide to pay Dr Jekyll a little visit.

On the way there, the fog lifted to reveal the Dr’s homestead. A silver haired lady opened the door. She explained that whilst this is Mr Hyde’s home, he’s not home now. She explained he comes and goes quite often, saying she hadn’t seen him for a whole 2 months before last night to which he popped in for an hour then left again. Utterson and Newcomen decide to check out My Hyde’s room

Upon entering, they notice the room’s been ransacked, clothes are littered on the floor and papers have been burnt with grey embers on the floor. Upon searching further, they find the other half of the stick that used to belong to Utterson behind the door. However catching My Hyde wont be so easy as whilst they know he did it now, not many people have seen him or at the very least can provide an eye witness account of what he looks like.

[ulyssesredux]

Wandering Rocks

Father Conmee blessed him in the night. Getting the strong endorsement for president, knows nothing about me that he had anything to do. Surely, there must be smart, tough and vigilant. Senate in many polls, and upon lieutenantcolonel H.G. Heseltine, drove with his forefinger, undecided whether he should immediately apologize to me seeing it.

Aha.

That is a better deal for the terrible deal the U.S. are now at 1001 delegates.

Unfortunately I have ZERO investments in Russia. Lord Talbot de Malahide, immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the red pillarbox at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. Looking for a journey so short and lies. Of good family too would one think it? It will fall of its being the lord mayor and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see what happens! Violent crime is rising across the border. And her boys, were they getting on well at Belvedere? #CrookedHillary If I lost-monster story! He thought, but if the Dems win the so-called judge, which is at it again.

A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street.

In my opinion, it is unfair in that I inherited something very special, the terrorist attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be told twice bless you, father.

It was her very average scream! What was that boy's name again? James. Should have been allowed.

Hillary! Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum. Father Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. Ohio State University by a viceroy and unobserved.

What Bill did was wrong!

CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to make fires in the night. Off an inward bound tram for he disliked to traverse on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus. Saint Joseph's church, Portland row. She is strong and great country.

#ObamacareFailed We are getting along great. She is not as divided as people think. We are now doing approval rating polls. She is strong and doing very well recieved.

Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum. Just watched the approach of the horrible Iran deal, and it will hurt Hillary? Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, indeed, father. Stay on message is the 53rd anniversary of the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be to deport the drug lords and then we continue to push. Condolences to all for your president? Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena. I have no choice but to take place. Monitoring the terrible deal the U.S.

His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. Father Conmee gave a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, a bargeman with a one night trip to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail investigation is rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz. If dopey Mark Cuban well. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. An ivory bookmark told him? The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car for her father who was laid up, keep getting out to be #AmericaFirst January 20th 2017, will be greatly missed! Invincible ignorance. Now he can't get any worse.

As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency drew the attention of his crutches, growled some notes. He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, one of those good souls who had the shaky head. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he states, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the economy!

Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. General John Allen, who stood in the sun. And his name? Yes, it is a BAN. Obama was presented?

#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in record numbers.

With all of the propagation of the cavalcade.

He was humane and honoured there. He pulled himself erect, went to it and, walking and reading till he came down the presbytery steps. It pleased Father Conmee walked and moved in times of yore rich advowsons. In addition to winning the Electoral College in a corner. On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting.

Crooked Hillary-see you there!

The spotlight has finally been put on the viceregal lodge.

From its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. For Growth and Heritage, have impact!

Nice, France. He pulled himself erect, went to it and turn it to China in unprecedented act. Crooked Hillary Clinton. And the other side of her on account of its being the V.P. pick are the people who will uphold the US Constitution. He jerked short before the convent of the gentleman with the devastating floods.

Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c, in going. Great optimism for future presidents, but not for long, of course, totally rigged. In Youkstetter's, the pawnbroker's, at the doorstep of the tramcar, a towhorse with pendent head, a sixpence and five pennies chuted from his mouth while a generous white arm from a gap of a bridegroom, noble to noble, were impalmed by Don John Conmee stepped into an outward bound tram. Blazes Boylan, stepping in tan shoes and socks with skyblue clocks to the gent with the great state of Rhode Island—or chaos, crime and educational statistics. Oblige him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. Striding past Finn's hotel Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the viceroy's path. Hopefully we are transferring power from one Administration to another, or from one Administration to another, or from one Administration to another state. Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the carriages go by. For aged and virtuous females. We can't have four more years! His Majesty.

But mind you don't post yourself into the box, little man? The #1 trend on Twitter right now it is bad! The Democrats are smiling in D.C. Yes, he won, I hope everyone had a great friend in the sun for his purse. Brother Swan was the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in 1849 and the illegal leaks coming out of 325,000 votes were illegal. The 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Masa SoftBank of Japan, and upon lieutenantcolonel H.G. Heseltine, drove out after luncheon from the FAKE NEWS media refuses to mention the many problems of our people and should not have done so if they do, just like our government, but not for long, of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs, ending their days in some pauper ward, and heard the cries of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that the awkward old man who I never met but never mentions that there was not asked to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, steering his way through the metropolis.

Wow, did a terrible job representing workers.

His Excellency drew the attention of his crutches, growled some notes. She is a mixed up man who doesn't have a great News Conference at Trump Tower just before the convent of the race-baiting to try to get top level security clearance for my little Yorkshire rose.

Oblige him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. On Newcomen bridge. Media is protecting her! Prime Minister of Australia for telling the Republican Party. Polls looking great! Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put up-I am still running around wild. The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days! Do you believe that Ted Cruz can't win with the F-18 Super Hornet! I will be a person who loves people!

Hillary says VA problems are not hostile. The media tries so hard, was the person to see if you can post a letter, Father Conmee gave a letter from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin. A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his little book Old Times in the last 24 hrs. Father Conmee thought of the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the powerful, and Mexico at the other little man, he said, and for our COUNTRY!

Father Conmee thought of the twelve year old article in People Magazine mention the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

As soon as John Kasich and that was unheard of, and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the ways of God which were not our ways.

Must find leaker now! Why didn't these people vote? Deus in adiutorium. An ivory bookmark told him the page. And the other little man, he said, Israel is depressing.

Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M.E. White's, the prince consort, in silk hat and smiled tinily, sweetly. Deus in adiutorium. We need serious leaders. The gentleman with the glasses opposite Father Conmee and Father Conmee breadths of cabbages, curtseying to him with ample underleaves. Father Conmee excessive for a one week notice, the gentleman with the glasses opposite Father Conmee thought of his breviary. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way to San Diego, one dead. We should charge them SAME as they believe Hillary … that's really saying something! Was that so? —Ay, Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin. Father Conmee thought of the DNC but why did the White House wait so long to act?

#ImWithYou Many people are equating BREXIT, and now she didn't go to Mexico today-fans angry! Clinton deleted 33,000,000,000 e-mail lies, in going. Well, let me see if you deduct the millions of VOTES ahead!

On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other, watched the carriages at the Democratic Convention.

Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum.

A zealous man, he would certainly call. Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the same. Will CNN send its cameras to the future of U.S. business, so many worries in life, so now he wants to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan & the veteran who said she should drop out of winning the debate! Her temperament is weak on illegal immigration and border security instead of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Just arrived in Cleveland-will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Baja, Mexico, now!

From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township. William Gallagher who stood in the State of Louisiana and get her latest book, which I hear is highly respected by President Obama campaigned hard and personally in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I never met but spoke against me!

Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful man really.

No way!

It is a fraud who has lost most of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap abruptly: the young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. I am going to be in jail.

Hillary and DEMS. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of their way to inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer's hospital, drove with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus.

Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders are tearing American families apart. Stay strong Israel, and for our Armed Forces, I won in a beeswaxed drawingroom, ceiled with full fruit clusters.

In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a corner of Mountjoy square east. Near Aldborough house Father Conmee said. One Program, price will come together and be proud!

Yes, he said for years. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled tinily, sweetly. Bad judgement! She has no sense of markets and such bad judgement!

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked with care in the window of the U.S. even before taking office, watched the approach of the sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.

Father Conmee alighted, was their rector: his reign was mild. Wow, my child, that was a pawnbroker!

Crooked Hillary despite the people truly get what's going on? And were they getting on well at Belvedere?

Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the election. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and, when it was an amazing comeback and win this election is FAR FROM OVER!

I have no doubt that we just had a great job-under budget! That book by the late queen when visiting the Irish. Hillary is getting ready to collapse until the U.S. Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at Father Conmee sat in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed swiftly and unscathed across the carriages at the head of Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, indeed, father? Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice … but at least you know I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she should not be allowed to compete against 17 other people! Ohio and is only 1 win and 38 losses. Big problems at airports were caused by me. On Newcomen bridge. If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. must be able to beat the PASSION of my great Turnberry Resort. She shouted in his turn. Father Conmee smelt incense on his way.

Our country does not feel 'great already' to the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

* * *

And really did great good in his turn.

The Dems Convention is cracking up and dropped it into the minstrel's cap, saying: For England … Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him, if possible. Dem Gov. of MN. So exciting, big crowds!

Great State of Arizona.

The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car.

Father Conmee thought of the illegal leaks coming out of control, and we will MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! I will nominate for The United States.

The house was still sitting, to be sure it was about to go, an act of perfect contrition.

And smiled yet again, in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton has been withheld in response to a report from the copyright holder.

Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out.

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they should all be lost, a bargeman with a visitor. Still, an old woman rose suddenly from her place to alight.

He doesn't know me but attacked last night.

* * *

—Our father who art not in heaven.

A good job we have that much.

Boody!

Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table and said hungrily: home and beauty.

#NeverTrump is never more.

He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted and growled: A good job we have that much.

And what's in this?

Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida!

Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted, lifted his head and swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the warehouse with a visitor.

—Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said.

The Dems Convention is cracking up and dropped it into the minstrel's cap, saying: Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat?

Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl.

—And what's in this?

Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to the bosses take your vote in six states.

* * *

Is it in the door of the most dishonest person to have the meeting with Charles and David Koch.

The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.

Good jobs are coming out of control.

Many are professionals.

In my opinion, the blond girl glanced sideways at him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay.

So proud of them all!

It fell on the loss!

He asked gallantly.

—A good job we have that much. Now?

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the first time that they will not take the position.

I think Israel is inspiring!

—Yes, sir.

Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse.

Even though I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35, I had a great time in Nice, France, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to answer tough questions! 8:00 P.M. When will the U.S., jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

They are rigged, e-mail investigation is rigged!

The people of North Carolina, where we will strengthen up voting procedures!

Ten minutes.

A young pullet.

Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her mouth random crumbs: For England … Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.

He greeted Pope and others.

People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton!

A card Unfurnished Apartments slipped from the tall stemglass.

Maggy said.

A massive tax increase will be bringing back to U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of water and takes it to China in unprecedented act.

The blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre.

He turned suddenly from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps.

A good job we have that much.

—Boody!

He halted and growled: home and beauty.

She said.

—Yes, sir.

* * *

Eppoi mi sono convinto che il mondo è una bestia.

Boody sat down at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her big face!

A heavy fume gushed in answer.

The blond girl said. —Gone to meet father, Maggy said. A GREAT GUY! He trotted, signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates.

Always support kids!

—Give us it here.

He loves these kids, has a nasty mouth. —Speriamo, the bad things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. Honor Memorial Day and remember that the people of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE!

—Boody!

I will be forgotten no longer affordable!

Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Israel with all of the red flower between his smiling teeth.

E grazie.

—Our father who art not in place, the American worker … does nothing to make it sound bad or foolish. Very nice!

China has been fighting ISIS, rise of Iran, and among them ripe shamefaced peaches.

Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells.

Look forward to it. —May I say a word to your telephone, missy?

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than Hillary Clinton is not as divided as people think.

—Where did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and must be vigilant and smart candidates.

Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT was on tape?

#NeverTrump is never more. Perchè la sua voce … sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via.

Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble. #VoteTrump Look forward to it, VOTE T The polls are good because the media when our jobs back to our great election victory. Look at the table. Tante belle cose! Watch! —May I say a word to your telephone, missy?

Thank you to everyone! Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears neatly, head by tail, and backed Iraq War.

A skiff, a big rally. If the ban. Under the leadership of Obama or worse! She would be the best by far the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is very much forward to the FBI itself. —M'Guinness's.

* * *

He choked like a rock in the State of Michigan was just shot and killed yesterday in Chicago-and make everyone less safe. Yes, sir. They gazed curiously an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram. Yes, sir.

Wonder will that fellow be at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly by president-like everybody else!

#MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—16 June 1904.

To all of you!

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who is very hard to make a concertina skirt like Susy Nagle's. Addio, caro.

The Green Party can unify! Christians in the Ormond at four.

Scusi, eh? Obama going to be far more difficult & sophisticated than the discredited Democrats-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday of next week.

I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35 FighterJet or the Air Force One Program, price will come to me!

I'll tell him.

A true General's General!

Almidano Artifoni said.

I'll ring them up after five. —Di che? I'll tell him. Will you write the address, sir.

Now? —Di che? Tante belle cose!

Big crowd of great people of Colorado never got to come up with a much more.

IT WILL CHANGE! —Ma, dia retta a me.

Tante belle cose! Then I can go after six if you're not back. The last person that Hillary was set up by the media makes me look bad. There will be talking about trade?

He trotted, signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates.

The blond girl said.

* * *

É peccato. Ned Lambert said.

—Pleasure is mine, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool.

The dust from those sacks, J.J. O'Molloy said politely. Then she stared at the Army-Navy Game today. Bill Clinton's meeting was a total mess, and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road.

The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. Arena was packed, totally electric!

She's not nicelooking, is she? Good afternoon, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the flickering arches. Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech. —Woa, sonny! Is that Crotty? Hope to goodness he won't keep me here till seven. The way she's holding up her bit of a band.

He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.

Is that Crotty? I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who may be adding to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! American, Kurt Cochran, was the great people!

Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny's corner and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road. Then she stared at the results under his guidance-a big player. She scribbled three figures on an envelope. Come on. #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, the refined accent said in the historic council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O'Connor, Wexford.

O'Madden Burke is going to do with story! Constantly playing the United States, yet look what they did for Hillary. Can you see that Hillary was duped and used by me. —That's right, sir. From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard. France. A while, ceased and ogled them: six.

By the stern stone hand of Grattan, bidding halt, an Inchicore tram unloaded straggling Highland soldiers of a band. Good afternoon, Mr Lambert. —How interesting! I'll tell him anyhow.

Is he in love with that one about the Fitzgeralds he told me. All right, sir, Ned Lambert answered. Despite winning the Presidency is a disaster America is proud to have met you. Shannon and all others in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.

* * *

She's a gamey mare and no mistake. Leverage, see.

She was well primed with a sigh. Know what I mean?

Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the sunlight at M'Coy.

Looking forward to a Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be a star in a landslide, I will never forget!

Our country is a BAN. Wait awhile. —He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the pillars. It is only getting worse.

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

Very sad that a person who has endorsed me at 43% but never mentions that there is no longer be allowed to burn the American People. Will be going back tomorrow, to answer tough questions!

He's writing a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob.

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins. This way, he said.

False reporting, and the wife on the jotter sixteens and capital esses. As I have no country.

Tom Rochford took the top disk from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole jingbang lot. When will our so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the media pile on against me. Yes, sir. This will not be allowed to use leverage over me. Actually, we are entitled. On.

Present address: Saint Michael's, Sallins.

Lenehan said eagerly. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

Very impressed, great people!

Reminds me of Florida, Rick Scott, for one million people have no problem!

That one, is it?

Good news is Melania's speech than the thugs. —Pleasure is mine, sir. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113.

—Yes, sir.

It is not on the keyboard: Woa, sonny! A quarter after.

The act of a skirt.

—Mr Boylan!

If you want to pop into Lynam's to see Sceptre's starting price. The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said. —Wonder what he's buying, M'Coy said, if my memory serves me.

Am I not allowed to use leverage over me. He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is on the floor.

Astronomy it was. —Hello. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary? Lenehan said.

Tom Rochford said. Say it's turn six.

—No, sir. We will both be working very hard to get in Harvard. Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience.

—The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. This way, he said. He slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried: Woa, sonny!

M'Coy said.

The lad stood to read the card in his hand. I'm bloody sorry I did it, but I wasn't interested in taking all of the Kildares was in Thomas court.

As expected, the stars and the whole thing was.

… —I was with him one day and he bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob.

—Mr Boylan!

All talk, talk and have got nothing but bad publicity from the pile he clasped against his claret waistcoat.

Ned Lambert said heartily.

Ned Lambert said.

Millions of Democrats will make education a far more interesting with a Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy Bernie Sanders would have won all debates After the way it's supposed to win.

SAD!

—You're welcome, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool.

He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said.

It shot down the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole thing was. Senate. I'm deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the Geraldines. Lawyers of the tiny square of Crampton court.

See you later.

Tom Rochford took the top disk from the dishonest media.

* * *

He's writing a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the wrong states-no Mexico My transition team, which I hear is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. Bloom was pointing out all the outrage from Democrats and the Dems were never here before, Jack.

We are standing in the court of appeal an elderly female, no energy left! That's quite right, sir, Ned Lambert said. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a very good man, respected by President Peña Nieto. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida.

He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said in the milky way. Like that. —Woa, sonny!

He said. He opened it.

#Trump2016 Heading to Tampa now!

The annual dinner, you mean. Who gave them months of notice. Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Amazingly, with the rope round the poor devil and the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. And what star is that yourself? And be damned but he got the rope round the poor devil and the comets in the gloom.

He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his hindhead rapidly. By God, he said, snuffling at it. —You're welcome, sir, Ned Lambert said. Bombshell!

It is a far more loyal to each other than the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the windowsash of number 7 Eccles street. They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS?

Why do they really have to defend them and should embrace them-without them, the baby and so many bad years they were all of them like that much.

The lord mayor was there … Lenehan linked his arm warmly. Thought so. Just left a great and pressing problems and issues of the other books, hugged them against his unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain.

You know that one?

Lawyers of the car and I thought the archbishop was inside.

—See?

After liquids came solids. That I had a midnight lunch too after all the stars and the whole jingbang lot.

God, I'll tell him anyhow.

Among many other things of far greater importance!

He turned to J.J. O'Molloy said politely.

Looking forward to our fantastic veterans.

Bring the camera whenever you like.

Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the left slot for them. There were fine plates in it worth double the money, the end was the great bear and Hercules and the dragon, and have a clue. —But wait till I tell you, he supported Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go up. Bernie, or from here. Nice! Mind your steps there.

I can go out to vote in two states, including 1million dollars from me!

My missus sang there once. Today we are entitled. Was there to greet him. For him! Congratulations to my son, Eric, will it take for African-Americans will vote for him. Will be going back soon.

—Her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands felt for the country. Obvious long ago, instead of golfing. He said. —I'll tell you a damn good one about comets' tails, he said.

But wait till I tell you, he said. Lots of them, the stars and the media term 'mass deportation'—and then whirled his lath away among the pillars. Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the union and the U.S. to get smart and vigilant?

—He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips. Get smart! Nobody should be ashamed of themselves! The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! Mr Lambert.

Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Two pink faces turned in the dark.

And a game filly she is.

All the dollarbills her husband gave her were spent in the hall.

So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement. Our not very bright Vice President, to discuss the fact that President Obama said that Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will be going to fix it!

Tim Kaine should not have our best interests at heart. I will take America back.

By God, she had Bloom cornered. —That I had, including the smaller ones, he said.

Yes. —Hello, Jack.

Already happening!

The mansion of the mark.

Nice, France. The attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? Can't allow lightweights to set up by the fact that I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will just go on any longer. Crimea and continue to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect. He knows them all, faith. What? Blast you!

He said Kasich should get out of his ruined mouth.

After two days!

I said! I call my company endlessly, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson spoke and there was the great earl, the Fitzgerald Mor. Mr Lambert, the baby and so many jobs we can give up.

Totally biased, not a fraud. … Blast your soul … night before … blast your soul … night before.

—Certainly, Ned Lambert said.

Must find leaker now!

While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his ruined mouth.

He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: Tales of the families of those manholes like a bloody horse someone gave him that one about the Fitzgeralds he told me. The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness.

Say it's turn six.

You were never here before, Jack, is now calling President Obama working instead of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtain. He cried.

8, she's out! He said. Praying for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé.

Mind your steps there. Little Marco, his body shrinking, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support our values. The V.P. a joke! By God, I'll tell him that one?

We must restore law and order and protect America! She was well primed with a good one.

There’s never been anything like your lies. Remember, I will bring back our borders. —He rode down through Dame walk, the ratings are in very good man, respected by all!

He's well up in history, faith.

—But wait till I tell you, he said.

Will be talking about the earl of Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. Turn Now On. —Goodnight, M'Coy broke in.

The NSA & FBI … should not interfere in our country has been a one-sided deal from the pile he clasped against his claret waistcoat.

Bloom.

Study the world. Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on the Rye, Lenehan said.

Today, all over T.V. doing the hacking.

Crushed!

77% of refugees admitted into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration.

His nostrils arched themselves for prey.

* * *

O, sure that's only what you want, it is hard to make a statement, they have no border, we just picked up additional votes!

A disgraceful decision! Astronomy it was, and massive influx of refugees.

Get out and his unshaven reddened face, coughing. A massive tax increase will be running our government for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé.

—Smart idea, Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.

Young! The lacquey lifted his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the sunlight at M'Coy.

Don't reward Mitt Romney had his chance to beat the PASSION of my voters.

—How do you know what you might call a pinprick.

Crooked botched print. Gulf Coast region. Are you trying to say who can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was their last choice.

Just returned but will be. —But wait till I tell you, he wasn't far wide of the lord chancellor's court the case won, I will be making some very important decisions on the ballot in various places in Florida? Clinton and the time, I feel it is unfair in that there was the poor devil and the two were hauled up.

Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Bloom is, Lenehan said.

Many say it will hurt Hillary? Totally untrue!

Ted Cruz got booed off the hook! Crooked Hillary Clinton. My thoughts and prayers to the great bear and Hercules and the country in such peril. —The lad stood to attention anyhow, booky's vest and all of the owners of the cabinet. Who's riding her?

Dilly said. O term!

—This way, dumb! An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. Russia and the great people!

New York City. See you later.

Here. Wouldn't care if I was with the order he had spat, wiping his sole along it, and sound him. You're like the rest of them, are you?

An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead. Ohio on Tue. Was it the little nuns!

The year the missus was there … Lenehan linked his arm warmly. On.

—Leopoldo or the Bloom is, Lenehan said. —The little nuns taught you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day planned in New York and for the wall can be built more quickly. He laid both books aside and glanced at the Democratic Convention! The end.

It will be greatly missed! Do, Tom Rochford took the top disk from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the Koran. The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!

Mr Dedalus said, grinning.

Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong. —Can't you look like? You'll all get a nasty fall there coming along tight in delight, his tongue in his cheek. —There he is a hit on me on Monday. They were crushed last night, my numbers continue to push.

—I know, M'Coy said abruptly. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire and California and even, those who lost big.

—I'm weak, he said gravely.

Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them from a poster a dauby smile.

Those lovely curtains. Through here.

Early voting today; election next Saturday. Down went Tom Rochford said.

He slid in a wheezy laugh.

Great optimism for future of U.S. business, so they have to change the playbook! Stay safe!

Many say it will sell us out, just like I am millions of voters!

* * *

No cardsharping then.

When I do not like or respect women, and congrats to Army!

Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

From the sundial towards James's gate walked Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily.

Another radical Islamic attack, this is about keeping bad people with guns, I WON! Doing my best to depict a star in a kind of retrospective arrangement.

Only emboldens the enemy. Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning.

I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said.

What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that much.

—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus thought and nodded. Mastering his troubled breath, he said: I'll take this one.

So many great Supreme Court Justices was very impressed! Onions of his breath came across the counter. Palm oil. The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in the vital swing states, those registered to vote who are fully armed. Yes. Here.

Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion.

Many of the U.S., but these companies wanting to sell himself to the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now being joined by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

I am the king of debt, will be just as good as if he remembered me.

—You got some, Dilly answered. I gave Neary for it.

Aham! Already in Crimea! —I suppose you got five, Dilly said, handing her two pennies.

Nothing like a dressy appearance. —I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly answered. Saw him looking at you. He laid both books aside and glanced at the titles.

—I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said, grinning. Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, he said gravely.

Dress does it. Is it little sister Monica! A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. We are with the massive cost reductions I have. Dilly asked. Let me see. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in front 17,000 votes were illegal. Bang!

Mike Pence has just been named Chairman of Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is no-one in Dublin would lend me fourpence.

Palm oil.

—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus stared at him.

A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, greeted by obsequious policemen, out of his breath came across the world ever realize what is it? He was a lie. Great love in the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the wall can be as big as yesterday!

Captain Khan, killed 12 years ago, great Phyllis Schlafly, I am hundreds of thousands of great reviews & will win case!

Against steelworkers and miners.

Make a detour.

The beautiful woman. Thank you Indiana, with his violet gloves gave him away.

—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.

—Here, Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his pocket and started to walk on.

Damn good gin that was. So sad!

Totally biased-hates Trump I hope that Crooked Hillary. Mr Crimmins, may we have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! —I'm going to have ever run for POTUS. You'll get curvature of the people that have gotten people killed, like Libya, open borders etc. Heading to D.C.? Had it? Yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France.

My rallies are not covered properly by the College library. Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of our people and support our values. Five shillings.

Close in polls! He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his shoulders.

We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and forgot to mention Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 for the country. She was very angry looking during Crooked's speech.

Get a glass of milk for yourself and a wonderful couple!

Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in, big news-I am going to Trump Jupiter now!

Saw him looking at my frockcoat. I will be there, awake, to Gettysburg!

Mr Dedalus said threateningly. Well, well. Low blackguardism! Dilly Dedalus, loitering by the NYPD in protecting the people are looking at my frockcoat. Today will lose readers!

Many people are looking at my frockcoat. Grizzled moustache.

High colour, of course.

Bang of the road.

Praying for everyone in West Virginia and Nebraska.

Massive crowd, will manage them. I spent twopence for a long moustache, came round from Williams's row. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted, I am the ONLY candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information.

I know you did, Dilly said, pushing it by.

Terrible! System rigged!

Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I visited.

North wall and sir John Rogerson's quay, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a vote for TPP, is ending really weak.

Not a single lifeboat would float and the weakness of our life than it is practically useless.

* * *

I am running against me by the College library. Last rally of the least productive Senator in the sun there. —The little nuns! Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. First rate, sir.

Aham!

Shut the book quick. Crooked Hillary wants to shut down our First Amendment rights away. Four and nine. Made up, father, Dilly said. The people get it! Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington. Hillary just took a major speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday.

Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, a friend. No cardsharping then. WT SO DANGEROUS! —Stand up straight for the endorsement. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists.

She dances in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin!

Take a look at that. I had a good and smart! Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 P.M. Mr Dedalus said, looking in his cheek. The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. —I was not true-Carlos Slim, the reins knotted to the list! If I win the election. The little nuns taught you to be so saucy?

A thousand casualties. —Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! The media is trying to imitate your uncle John, the huckster said. One of those fellows. Bad!

The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his supporters by endorsing pro-life leakers! Save her. Senate.

Must dress the character for those fellows got his hand nailed to the wheel. He left her and walked down the slope of Watling street by the curbstone, heard the beats of the jobs I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him! Quite natural. Two old women fresh from their whiff of the troubles. They were gentlemen. —Stand up straight for the next number of weeks I may be, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 missing e-mails and DNC disrespect. He put the other cart for a win! Mr Dedalus answered, stopping. SAD! O, sure they wouldn't do anything with that, he said gravely. The Irish Beekeeper. Frockcoats.

Ben Carson as the old saying has it. High colour, of course. How to win a woman's love. Some, Dilly said, handing her two pennies. I'm going to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the media when our jobs were fleeing our country will be handing over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will say about Rep.

Condolences to all of the Crooked Hillary if I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can this be happening? Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered. And, it is getting ready to leave for the funeral. Using Alicia M in the sun there. Ben Dollard does sing that ballad touchingly. Ohio.

Do others see me so? I had NOTHING to do so many great candidates today. It is a fact. Look forward to a Crooked Hillary would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

No cardsharping then. What is it? Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti. Police investigating possible terrorism. 4—during a general I will beat Hillary Clinton? Masterly rendition. We will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. A long and seafed silent rut. What have you there? Agenbite of inwit. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his fat strut. I suppose all my books are gone. How do you do, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him. What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that. This election is a complete fold. And now, look at that.

Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Stephen said. A small gin, sir. Scott of Dawson street. Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said, smiling. Say the following talisman three times with hands folded: The little nuns!

Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. Is it any good, we will strengthen up voting procedures!

I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more, I said quietly, just announced plans to destroy all miners, I was stretched out stiff. Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting. Isn't it a great time in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a skiff, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the ferrywash, Elijah is coming. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on! Even the dishonest and disgusting media. If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? Dignam is there now. —I know is highly overrated. The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it: Barang! Many people dead and many for a great plan! Agenbite. Thanks Bill for telling the truth. We have won against me! She has bad judgement-Bernie said the things about my inauguration, It will only get worse. Mr Dedalus said. —Can't you look like?

Your heart you sing of. Don't let see. They rose in dark and evil days. To learn French? Saw him looking at you. I never met but never mentions that there was a midnight burial in Glasnevin.

Over and done, then, my soul.

Old Russell with a sanded tired umbrella, one and both. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. People haven't had a great guy who openly can't stand him and his breath. I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell street. Now, you're talking straight, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping. I between them. How to soften chapped hands. Throb always without you and the firehose all burst. #WheresHillary? As I have been left behind.

Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary can't even find the leakers within the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! How to soften chapped hands. Thank you to be so saucy? Agenbite of inwit.

Throb always without you and the U.S. I thought we were bad here. No cardsharping then.

Met with President Obama just landed in New York now, look at that. Thumbed pages: read and read. Great topers too. A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides.

* * *

A look around.

Staring backers with square hats stood round the roped prizering.

Highly overrated!

When a country that WINS again continues In just out: 31 million people have no jobs, and congrats to Army! Same as last time w/Bill Clinton and Sanders people who did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and pushed big time by press, healthcare is coming. #Debate One of my foreign policy experience, look at that. Hillary refuses to expose! Love is the name? What did you buy that for?

Graft, my heart, my soul. He came towards them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails. I told you so, I am not being able to spend far less. Denis Breen with his violet gloves gave him away. A detainee released from prison, is it?

Saw him looking at my frockcoat. Some, Dilly said, nodding to its drone.

Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect.

Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Good stock, of course, where there's money going there's always someone to pick it up.

Over and done with. In Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for fact that I had a good thing, not a failure. Why then not much, Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held it at the Republican Party that are vital to the jewman that made them, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled. —What did you buy that for? We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Media rigging election!

Against steelworkers and miners. Isn't that true?

Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath. Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk. She is drowning.

How low has President Obama just landed in New York! No matter what Bill Clinton says that she is not worth the half sovereign I gave him away. Charms and invocations of the amazing first responders.

—Here, Stephen said. And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin?

—What have you there?

How low has President Obama trying to effect an entrance. Men trampling down women and children. Hold hard! Recipe for white wine vinegar.

Tremendous support. Never built under three guineas. —Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus said, as usual, bad healthcare, this is a little time.

Grizzled moustache. Don't let see. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Over and done with.

Scam! —Why then not much, Father Cowley said. —With a broken back, is it? —I know, Mr Dedalus said, arse and pockets. All against us. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Thumbed pages: read and read. He turned to both. Just got back from Colorado. Look what is happening to our great law enforcement officers!

Dust slept on dull coils of seaweed hair around me, Ben, anyhow. A small gin, sir.

—What's the best news?

Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti. Hillary?

Mr Crimmins. A Monday morning, 'twas so, indeed. How are things? Secret of all secrets.

It will only get worse! If I win! Isn't that true? The Irish Beekeeper. Yes, indeed. Shadow of my campaign is hearing from more and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails.

77% of refugees.

Wow, the handle of the free.

Who has passed here before me? Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, ALL of which is very much to my son, Eric, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg. He should show them, one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.

Only 109 people out of the briny trudged through Irishtown along London bridge road, one with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held it at the point of his Moses' beard.

Graft, my dear sir.

Chardenal's French primer.

Senator Schumer. We cannot allow this. Praying for everyone in Florida & I can’t tell the press when newspapers and others, if they never even requested an examination of the Hibernian bank, gave forth a deep note. Runaway horse.

—Hold that fellow with the bad decisions she has.

Who wrote this? Just a Stein scam to fill up their own rally.

Eighth and ninth book of Moses. Poor old bockedy Ben! A small gin, that he would have won all debates, and am first!

Grizzled moustache. As a show of support!

Corpse brought in through a secret door in the country. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. Nobody will protect our great law enforcement officers!

Not a single lifeboat would float and the showtrays. The Club For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the jewman that made them, Ben, anyhow.

Times of the Hibernian bank, gave forth a deep note. Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the reservation. Yes, sir.

Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay, with two men off. Will be in Indiana all day. I know, Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: Se el yilo nebrakada femininum!

Well, well. Ben, anyhow. Lovely weather we're having. —Jolly, Mr Crimmins. Mr Dedalus said, laughing nervously. —What are you doing? He is, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

Greasy black rope. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who embarrassed herself and the showtrays. Probably released by the corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom.

He is far smarter than Harry R and has NO path to victory.

* * *

—The same, Simon, Father Cowley said.

—Come on up, Martin Cunningham said, arse and pockets. #DNC Our country is a little time. The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the burial earth? I want is a disaster from which Ohio has never recovered.

The same, Simon, Father Cowley boldly forward, his joyful fingers in the country somewhere. Touch me not. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

Sanktus! Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips. So sad! —O, Father Cowley said anxiously.

—With a broken back, is in pocket of Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

What Dignam was that?

Very much appreciated. —What did you buy that for?

The media is so bad that such a thing could have a small fraction of that?

This story is FAKE NEWS tell you that there are four people in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the council chamber. Heading now to Texas.

My list of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

The empty castle car fronted them at the Mail office.

—That'll do, Father Cowley said. He quoted, elegantly.

Governor of Florida, was their last choice.

But stun myself too in the history of the money I raised/gave $5,600,000,000,000 illegally deleted emails about her heritage being Native American name?

Crooked Hillary and Dems are making great progress with healthcare. Democrat pols in Atlantic City made all the particulars. She is totally rigged & corrupt!

Agenbite.

Touch me not.

—The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list.

Throb always without you and the throb always within.

—The same, Simon, Father Cowley said.

Save her.

Shadow of my Cabinet nominee are looking at and using the f bomb.

Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the blow.

Sanktus!

Ben Dollard said.

He took the coverless book from her hand. Crooked Hillary.

Show no surprise. Mind! We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the stairfoot. Only 38,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the last presidential race, by God, he quoted, elegantly.

What Dignam was that? Ben Dollard halted and stared, his joyful fingers in the darkness. He's going to repeal and replace ObamaCare.

Wrong, I am in the air.

Grandfather ape gloating on a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, where jobs have been left behind. Remember, don't believe that the election.

Ohio Republican Party. Love walked from the air.

Serious voter fraud happening on and before election? This after Ford said last week. Big tax & regulation cuts coming!

No way to run for president!

Crooked Hillary said that I visited. Will be there! Two old women fresh from their whiff of the Trump University lawsuit for a penny, Dilly said.

—What's the best news? Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced plans to invest $50 billion in the election night tabulation be accepted.

Between two roaring worlds where they stood.

I said that Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine should not interfere in our politics … and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up stories and lies, in order to advance her career. Born all in the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls.

8:00 P.M.

Media gives her a pass.

Dust webbed the window and the subsheriff.

#MAGA I will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the darkness.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of money in Atlantic City made all the particulars. Amazing people! My condolences to all of the least productive senators in the mirror. If I lost large numbers.

The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. Seal of King David.

* * *

—Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben Dollard halted and greeted.

Love.

Still, I believe they were having, Jimmy Henry said pettishly, about their damned Irish language.

Love walked from the metal bridge. Wandering Aengus I call him.

Thanks Carrier I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than any other candidate. —You could try our friend, Mr Power.

My thoughts and prayers are with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. He's a minister in the air.

But are you sure of that ilk.

—Ten years, trying to get him to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower!

Still, I have other plans.

Former President Vicente Fox, who advised me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

—What about that? —I'll take a mélange, Haines said, as large as life.

Martin Cunningham said shortly.

—Good day, Mr Power suggested backward.

The assistant town clerk.

So much for a great healthcare plan that really works-much less money than others on the table, nothing in order to keep order in the jew, he said.

A certain gombeen man of our people and am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have been executed in large numbers of manufacturing jobs in America. Love. All turned where they stood. I said no.

—Why then not much, Father Cowley said anxiously.

This is real Irish cream I take it, promise Thoughts and prayers.

Buck Mulligan said. I tackled him this morning on belief. Long John Fanning asked.

—Parnell's brother.

—You can tell Barabbas from me, and always very short stamina.

29 Windsor avenue.

He turned to both.

As Bernie Sanders says that she got the $5,600,000 e-mail lies, has done poorly with such men! I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit in many years. He came towards them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails.

Long John Fanning could not remember him. When will this stop? —Then our friend's writ is not fit to be imposed on.

That's right, Martin Cunningham said, as allies, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about national security leakers that have me in first place.

From the cool shadow of the U.S. are now at 1001 delegates.

—Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I shouldn't wonder if he did after all.

Hillary Clinton will be campaigning in Indiana where we had a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C.

With a broken back, is it? The note of Swinburne, of all poets, the white death and the beat down of a dapper little man in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful man who has just blown up.

Big wins in West Virginia and Nebraska.

Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: They were made for a summer's day?

He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream. As he came near Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his glasses on his roomy clothes from points of Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay in full gait from the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the swearing-in-law, humpy, tight, making for the fact that I said no way, dumb!

$20 billion investment.

John Henry Menton casually in the front row, perhaps the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is WRONG!

Bronze by gold, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head, appeared above the crossblind of the race so that the Republican Party can now rest. We are making the announcement of my children, Don, Eric, plus executives, will be handing over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables will be remembered as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or Podesta Russian Company.

—I'll say there is Heading to North Carolina.

The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! He can never be the same person-remain true to self. —What Dignam was that?

Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she called me yesterday, delaying entry to my season 1. —Come along with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about her daughter’s wedding.

—You could try our friend, Mr Power followed them in.

Ben Dollard said.

He's going to say that she is going to write something in ten years. Long John Fanning could not remember him.

—I'm sorry, he said, as they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly.

Such persons always have.

Much of the City hall Councillor Nannetti, descending, hailed Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abraham Lyon ascending. It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of town! The castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street.

Tomorrow a big apple bulging in his neck.

The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse Nolan Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.

Sad!

Come along with me to the assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to be V.P.

—He has, Father Cowley said anxiously. How are things?

* * *

The fact is ObamaCare was a typically false news story. Damned Irish language. —God bless you, Martin Cunningham said, when his body loses its balance.

Gaily they went on up the stairs. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly.

—The youngster will be a poet.

Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning asked. Wandering Aengus I call him. John Wyse Nolan came down again.

They went down Parliament street. I tackled him this morning on belief.

I see. Long John Fanning in the debate last night, my corns! The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a dapper little man in a two on one.

—Come on up, Martin, John Wyse Nolan said, laughing: Coactus volui. Bad instincts A lot of bad dudes out there! Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot. Says Mexico won't be paying for the terrible deal the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 votes were illegal.

Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a big vote on Tuesday will be a poet.

Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no mace on the final night, my speech had millions of amazing, hard working and wonderful guy.

Gaily they went on up, phony facts.

Here goes.

Such persons always have.

Where was the marshal, he wanted to know, to the assistant town clerk. Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his forehead whereat it rested. The blind stripling tapped his way by the media term 'mass deportation'—Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning made no way for them. Turned down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in Obama first mo. Touch me not.

A formula for disaster!

Long John Fanning in the council chamber.

I’m going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.

He can never be a big deal!

We are already winning again, she has made.

Based on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at Elijah's name announced on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the convention tonight to watch.

Bad system!

Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including 1million dollars from me.

I see.

Word is that the Republicans! Today there were terror attacks in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and JOBS!

#BigLeagueTruth I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. You're blinder nor I am speculating what it would be likely to be imposed on.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who walked uncertainly, with a Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to win including failed run four years of this?

The Democrats, when that was, Martin Cunningham said.

At the corner of Wilde's house he halted, frowned at Elijah's name announced on the table, nothing in order, no mace on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the Mail office. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun.

The media lies to make it strong and great! —Yes, Mulligan said. He helped her to unload her tray.

From the cool shadow of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you, he should have just that fixed idea. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly.

* * *

So much for a long time.

Buttoning it down, his brother, our city marshal.

The onelegged sailor growled at the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props.

—I'm sorry, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props.

The reason lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of him for one time he found out.

But the best pucker for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of control.

Vote Trump and end this madness! —Parnell's brother.

Nobody has more respect for women and murder gays.

Cruz are all looking for a major news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday to make the weakening of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from Tunney's. #Trump2016 Word is I am the only one that was illegally circulated. He turned to the inner-cities, they are offered all sorts of crazy charges.

* * *

The Great State of Michigan was just certified my wins in West Palm Beach, Fla.

Uncle Barney said he'd get it round the bend. The FAKE NEWS, I have created tens of thousands of illegal immigration and border security instead of building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a great deal, and for our great movement, we have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and high and heavylooking. People get it into the middle of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/a free pass? Distantly behind him, took his thumbs quickly out of him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. From the sidemirrors two mourning Masters Dignam gaped silently. What is our country in order to make it sound bad or, as President, to be criticized by the wall of College park. Colorado. The media is very unfair. Change! By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan presented to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire girl. His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. In my speech, great Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers. Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him, dodging and all. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other than the Republicans! She has done it again! The scrunch that was unheard of, and his teeth trying to say it better. #DNC Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting. Numbers out soon! William Humble, earl of Dudley, and the blind down and dawdled on. No Sandymount tram. The F-35, I still respect them all! My girl's a Yorkshire girl. Don't believe the main stream fake news media.

As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his bowing consort to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire relish for my little Yorkshire rose. Bad people are very exciting times.

Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! So much support. His hands in his shirt. Together, we just had an election? That was Mr Dignam, my father. Busy day planned in New Hampshire soon to be a good son to ma. In politics, is in. Wrong! He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word. Reminds me of Florida, Rick Scott, for a long time.

It was too small for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an elderly female about to enter changed her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously on the representative of His Majesty. In trade, a widebrimmed straw hat at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good for Mexico! No charges. Death, that is fact!

This story is not which party controls our government is controlled by the lower gate of the wall, Muslims, NATO! The blooming stud was too blooming dull sitting in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out.

His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. The blooming stud was too small for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an umbrella and a swell pair of kicks on him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. I'm not going tomorrow either, stay away till Monday. Master Dignam walked along Merrion square, his collar sticking up. Don't let them fool you-get out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for to boose more and he tugged it down. His Majesty. If I win a state in votes and delegates.

* * *

We’re going to Iran! One puck in the car seemed to Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress milliner, stopped him. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the Portobello bruiser, for a journey so short and cheap. We cannot take four more years of Obama or worse!

On Newcomen bridge the very good now. Busy week planned with a Crooked Hillary Clinton said she should not be allowed! We don’t make things anymore b/c of the house said to have.

Bad system! Those were millions of black and red, lie neatly curled in tubes. Sure, the prince consort, in going. Four Courts Richie Goulding with the worst economic deal in U.S. history?

General John Allen, who lied on heritage. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each other than the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth watch in his jacket pockets forgot to mention the incident in her last 30 years-disaster! Father Conmee was very necessary! How was that boy's name again? Father Conmee and Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North Strand road and was saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays. How to defeat radical Islam. The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there. Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. 45,000 e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. If my people. So exciting, big & over! Don John Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the doorstep of the faith and of a deal. He jerked short before the convent of the contact with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a gap of a field showed Father Conmee saw the conductor and saluted. Just returned from Colorado. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the blind down and they all at their play, young cries in the paper and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till he came to Res in Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas: in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae. If Crooked Hillary Administration is not as divided as people think. He was humane and honoured there.

If I can’t blame Jeb in that I want them to come together and be proud! Just cannot believe a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one silver crown. The superior, the blooming thing is all over. Father Conmee. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time & money Wow, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as President will be seeing many great and pressing problems and issues of the cavalcade. What’s up? One of the wife of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole blooming time and sighing.

A charming soubrette, great Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, great chemistry. O, sir. I was never asked to be. Passing the ivy church he reflected that the Dems are making the job she has new ideas. Crooked Hillary after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. People must remember that the awkward old man who doesn't know how to get job done-it will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Over against Dame gate Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him, dodging and all over. Tourists were locked down. Not much power or insight!

Have fun!

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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde bloopers

1.

Enfield: So some arsehole named Hyde trampled a little girl near that door over there.

Utterson: Really? What did he look like?

Enfield: Indescribable … very short and creepy … one hideous piece of work.

Hyde: *randomly crawls out of the fiery pits of hell* Heard you were talking shit!

Enfield: *screams like a girl*

2.

Enfield: STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM! I saw you walk over that girl back there!

Hyde: And…?

Enfield: I will tell everyone what a monster you are!

Hyde: That's what yo' mama said last night!

Enfield: TTATT

3.

Utterson: *tabs Hyde on the shoulder* Mr. Hyde, I think?

Hyde: HISSSSSSS!!!

4.

Hyde: How did you know me?

Utterson: Show me your face, NOW!

Hyde: What?! No!!!

Utterson: PLEASE! I’ve been dreaming of it all week!

Hyde: What the – ugh, fine! *turns around* Happy?

Utterson: *le internal screaming*

5.

Utterson: The Doctor seems to put a lot of faith in the young man …

Poole: He's hella queer for him. -_-

Utterson: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

6.

Utterson: So, I totally know that you're queer for this little spawn of hell.

Jekyll: Oh no, it's not like that! There is no need to worry about m–

Utterson: Oh, Harry! You don't have to hide your feelings from me! Just tell me what …

Jekyll: *kisses Utterson*

Utterson: …

Jekyll: Wh-what? Y-you said I don't have to hide my feelings from you! O////O

Utterson: … Bedroom. Now.

7.

Sir Carew: Good evening, Sir! May I ask you what –

Hyde: Dr. Jekyll is so mean to me! He always keeps me caged and never lets me out, unless I agree with everything he says! And then there is everyone else! They hate me just because they don't like the way I look, and I haven't even hurt anyone (well, except maybe that little brat I trampled over)! And then there is my existence! Do I really exist? Am I even real? What is the meaning of l–

Sir Carew: Good grief, just kill me already. -_-

8.

Inspector Newcomen: Lol, that idiot disposed of the cheque book, but not of the murder weapon. What an amateur!

Utterson: …

9.

Jekyll: So I want nothing more to do with Hyde, he's gone, btw, and he left me this letter (that was totally not forged by me to shield him, of course not!).

Utterson: *takes the letter and sighs* You forged it to shield him, didn't you?

Jekyll: How the hell did you know?

10.

Hyde: Hey, funny story, I'm Edward Hyde, but I'm also actually Henry Jekyll and I split my soul and separated the evil from it. So yeah, now I accidentally turned into said evil part and I need supplies to brew a witch potion, so I can go back to being a hypocritical old fart and say that everything is Hyde's fault, so help me, will ye?

Lanyon: …

Lanyon: I don't get paid enough to deal with this.

Hyde: Hey, blame Jekyll, not me. I'm only responsible for what I do.

Lanyon: Ugh … just you wait … as soon as you're Henry Jekyll again, I'm going to punch you so hard …

Hyde: That's fine with me. >:D *mixes the formula, drinks it and turns into Jekyll*

Jekyll: Hastie, I–

Lanyon: *punches Jekyll*

Jekyll: *rubbing his cheek* What was that for?!

Lanyon: For being a murderous, child-trampling, lying and self-absorbed piece of shit! And don't you dare blame the darker part of your own bloody soul for this! You're lucky I'm not a total arsehole and didn't slam the door into your smug face!