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Day 6: Soul

[starl1ght-child]

Could you please do a drifter x female hunter where the reader starts to lose sleep, take more missions, etc because she knows when she goes to sleep, she sees all of her friends she couldn't save? Please and thank you! (Also, love your writing! ❤🙏)

asdkjfjals thank you!! And thank you for this request, I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to.  This is honestly my favorite troupe e v e r!  The fear, the tension, the aftercare… oof.

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The Drifter x F!Hunter Reader - She Doesn’t Sleep

You were cold.  You were tense.  You were tired, of all things.  You’d lost so much that you had to harden yourself and build up walls to prevent yourself from ever letting anyone close again.  They haunted you.  They plagued you.  Everyone you ever cared about was gone, you had accepted that since it was the only way to move on with your life, but the memories of them bled into your sleep and turned peaceful, empty rest into heart wrenching nightmares.

You couldn’t save any of them and they were making you pay for it from beyond the grave.  You thought you had moved on after Cayde died.  For a while, the nightmares subsided.  Then you saw all of them as phantoms on the Moon.  The sleepless nights and nightmares returned.

You filled the restless days with work.  Even though the routines were tired, they were familiar.  It was easier to tell who was good and who was bad, black and white, right and wrong.  You did anything and everything to keep yourself busy, because when you were busy, you were focused.  When you were focused, you didn’t feel the exhaustion that was firmly set into your muscles and bones.  You took strike missions from Zavala, you played round after round of Crucible, you fought in match after match of Gambit, you even visited the Black Armory forges to help pass the time.

The Drifter must have noticed your unhealthy habits.  Or at least he picked up on the distance you had put between the two of you.  You two had been friends.  You used to make small talk.  But after Cayde and then after seeing the phantoms of all of your lost friends, you’d stopped talking to him and closed off.

The next time you visited him, it was late.  You were coming to pick up bounties.

“You got a minute, sister?”  The Drifter asked.  As much as you wanted  to just ask for bounties, you nodded.  No words.  He pulled you aside and down the hall into a small alcove, out of sight and earshot of anyone else in the Annex.  He crossed his arms over your chest.  “What’s goin’ on with you?”

You shrugged your shoulders.  “Nothing,” you muttered.  You shifted your weight uncomfortably beneath his gaze.  

“Bullshit.  Somethin’s wrong with you, ol’ Drifter can tell.”

You involuntarily flinched at the tone of his voice and immediately got defensive.  “I don’t know what you want me to say!” You snapped.  “Everything’s fine!  Nothing’s going on with me!”

“Then why’ve you been so quiet?  Listen, to me—”  

He reached out to touch you.  Before his hand could even land on your arm, you grabbed his wrist.  You stared him down with a combination of anger and desperation in your eyes.  “Don’t.”

His eyes narrowed at you.  “What’s gotten into you?”  He asked.

“I told you. Nothing.”

He didn’t buy it.  His motion was quick, he pulled his wrist out of your grasp and both of his hands were on the sides of your helmet, his fingers pressed against the release for it, and he pulled it off of your head.  You ripped the damn thing out of his hands and slid it back on your head, but it was too late.  He’d already seen the bags underneath your eyes, and the exhaustion that was written in your tired gaze.

“You’re not sleeping,” he murmured.  “Are ya’?”

“That’s none of your business.”  You turned to walk away.  You didn’t need this confrontation, you could just go talk to Shaxx for bounties.  His hand wrapped around your arm and he tugged you back into the privacy of the alcove as his other hand wrapped around your bicep to hold you in place.

“Like hell it’s none of my business.  So I’m going to ask you one more time, what’s goin’ on with you?” 

You bit on the inside of your cheek.  “Please, Drifter,” you whispered.  “Please don’t do this.”

“Why?  What can be so bad that ya can’t tell me about it?”

“Drifter,” you said firmly, even though there was a small tremble in your voice.  “I don’t want to lose you too, please, don’t do this.”

His head cocked to the side.  “Now why would you be sayin’ that?  Drifter’s not goin’ anywhere, sister.”

“It’s not you,” you sighed.  You ran your hands through your hair.  “It’s me, okay?  Everyone I have ever let get close has died, Drifter, do you understand that?  I don’t sleep because every time I close my eyes, I can see their faces, I can hear their voices asking me why I didn’t help them, I can see their blood on my hands.  So unless you want to be the next one on the receiving end of my bad luck, you need to back off.  Now.  Please…”

His hands dragged up your arms and placed them on the jaw of your helmet.  Fingers pressed against the release and he slid it off your head once more, though you didn’t pull it out of his hands this time.  “I know what it’s like to lose people, sister.  I’ve seen my fair share of death, but that doesn’t stop me from letting my head hit that pillow at the end of the day.”

“Well that’s good for you,” you muttered, “but I don’t have that luxury.”

Drifter sighed and he tossed your helmet in a crate full of scraps and parts.  “Alright, enough’s enough.”  

Before you realized what was happening, Drifter pulled the hood of your cloak over your head to hide your face and he picked you up off your feet.  You tried to squirm yourself out of his grasp as he started to walk out of the hall, but his grip was like iron.  “Drifter, please, stop,” you begged quietly.

“Uh-uh.  You need some sleep and I’m gonna see that you get it.”

“I don’t want to sleep!”

He laughed heartily as the two of you transmatted onto The Derelict.  “Tough.”

He set you down on the couch and you sat there, wide-eyed and frozen in place as he shuffled around the room.  When he came back over to you, he had an armful of blankets and a pillow.  You pulled your knees close to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs, but you kept a wary eye on him.  He plopped down on the couch next to you.  You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes in confusion as he settled the pillow in his lap.  You didn’t resist when he placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you down until your head rested on the pillow.  You sighed as he spread the blankets over you and you stretched out on the couch, feet hanging off the edge, and adjusted to lay on your back.  You looked up at Drifter as he leaned back against the couch and started to run his fingers through your hair.

Your eyes fluttered.  As hard as you tried to remain awake, his quiet tenderness was slowly lulling your exhausted mind into sleep.  And you did fall asleep.  You had the same vivid, haunting nightmare as the last time you slept.  But this time when you shot up out of your sleep and burst into tears, trembling and clutching onto your head, The Drifter was there to comfort you and reassure you that everything was going to be okay.

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Birthday Gift (F!Byleth x Edelgard)

Rating: Teen and Up Audience Archive Warning: N/A Word: 1,452 Summary:  Byleth is a wonderful professor thanks to her past occupation as a mercenary. However, every Sunday, she's always seen holed up in her private quarter. Today is her birthday, and she has yet to take a step out of the room! That's when Edelgard comes in and coerce her with a simple gift.

A/N: This is a birthday fiction for one of my longtime writing colleague and friend. Happy Birthday, Kate! Let’s continue to gush over Dorothea and Edelgard together. 

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Byleth was inside of the dormitory room, shut inside for this Sunday, and scratching on a scroll with a feather pen. The black ink made choppy movements, triangles, squares, and arrows recreated on the durable surface. A bead of sweat crawled down at a snail-like pace on the side of her face as the teal-haired narrowed her eyes. One glance over her shoulders showcased a sheet littered with mishaps. It was difficult to draw any correlations with the drawings and notes.

‘ What in Fodlan is she doing? ‘

That’s the sort of thought that immediately came to most anyone’s mind. Not even Edelgard was immune to it when she barged into the room and, with occupied hands behind her back, looked over her teacher’s shoulders.

Although it was made clear that Byleth forbade those to enter her closed bedroom without permission, this noble was an exception. It would be wrong to treat your significant other this way, right? Rules are meant to be broken at times with those you love.

Feeling the 18-year-old gaze poke and prod at her work, Byleth paused. There was no way she’s able to concentrate under these circumstances. She raised her head and blinked. Edelgard didn’t wait for her girlfriend to turn around, a peck placed on the teacher’s cheek.

“Professor, I—”

“…want to ask for help on an assignment, yes?”

“Yes… How did you know what I wanted to ask?”

“It was a guess.”

“That didn’t seem like a guess.”

“You’re right. Let me correct myself: It was an EDUCATED guess.”

“Professor, really?”

“Really.”

That was a bit on the creepy side. It even made the great Adrestian Empire’s princess hitch her breath and heart thump harder against her chest! How Byleth’s reasons boiled down to this educated guess is up for speculations. Not that Edelgard wants to argue with her instructor about it. Byleth was known for being a good guesser. Probably a bit too good. Maybe human reasoning will not suffice. She shook off the itchy curiosity.

“Anyway, now that you know my reason for being here, would it be fine if you can take a look at this?”

Edelgard’s hands behind her back parted and extended forward. A small, red box tied with a yellow ribbon was presented. That’s clearly a present. The question is… for what occasion? Byleth reached for the object in question. Its size fits on her palm and it was light as if it held nothing. She raised an eyebrow.

"Edelgard, what is this?”

“That’s what I want to ask you. Can you open it, please?”

Did… the noble look a bit giddy? Byleth knew this was a present, but she wasn’t sure what could be in it that made Edelgard look like an animated puppy. As per request, the older female cautiously pulled apart the ribbons. It untangled itself with a single motion and left the box to be opened. The spirit of inquiry gnawed at her consciousness as she lifted the lid.

“A necklace?”

The Adrestian Empire’s princess nodded. Then, she swung her arms around to keep Byleth from rising. Fingers interlocked with each other, Edelgard nestled her chin near her professor’s head and watched the woman observe the silver ornament. This necklace was unlike any other. Compared to the more decorated ones, this one was plain and simple, the silver chains connected to one another. What stood out was a small, teardrop-shaped ruby encased in the precious metal. Byleth allowed a thumb to gently rub on the stone’s surface.

“This is really beautiful… I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“It took some time to find a jewelry maker who would allow me to take part in the process. I have to admit, I have the utmost respect for those who make these crafts.”

Byleth faintly hummed.

“Are you bribing me, El?”

“Why in Fodlan would I bribe you?”

“For you to pass next week’s class.”

Edelgard puffed her cheeks. “Very funny, Professor. If I wanted to, I would’ve done something more than give you a gift.”

“So… it’ll be more gold.”

“NO!”

“Diamonds?”

“Professor, could you please take this seriously?”

“Sorry. I know you don’t mean materialistic gifts.”

“Sometimes I don’t even know why I’m in love with you—”

“It’s sex, isn’t it.”

“…”

Edelgard’s jawlines became prominent as waves of heat scrambled up to her head. There goes that cheeky attitude from her professor. Had Edelgard’s arms not been occupied by hugging the older woman, she would have stretched Byleth’s cheeks. Actually— that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. The girl’s fingers tugged at her face. This caused Byleth to showcase the rare yelp and multiple “ow!” tumbling out of her mouth. Compared to the first time they’ve met, this usually stoic (and sometimes sarcastic) woman is on a whole new league of embarrassment when they’re privately together. She really needs to work on her social etiquettes.

Not that Edelgard hated that, mind you. This part of Byleth was cute.

When she released her pinch, she added,

“Happy Birthday, Byleth.”

That froze the adult in her chair. Birthday… That’s right… Today was that day.

There were many things Byleth didn’t know about herself, but Jeralt confirmed that the day she was born was the day he would never forget. After all, it was the same day that her mother and his wife died giving birth to the child. It just appears that today, Byleth was so engrossed with holing up inside her private quarter just like every other weekend, this important occasion flew over her head.

The teal-haired shifted her gaze over to Edelgard nearby. She was greeted with the signature smile that would swoon everyone in the room, male and female. Byleth glanced downward at the present again. She squeezed her eyes shut. When she reopened them, the necklace was still in her grasp. She was never one to celebrate birthdays, but the fact that Edelgard took the time out of her day to get her something… Byleth’s eyes moistened.

‘ No matter how many times this happens, I will never get used to it. ‘

She rapidly blinked, successful at keeping the dam from cracking.

“Thank you, El.”

Edelgard broke her hold on the older woman. She used this time to place and adjust the necklace around her girlfriend’s neck as asked. Once the ex-mercenary rose up from her seat and turned around for another thankful gesture, a quick kiss was stolen. Byleth blinked as the young lady threw strands of white hair from behind with a flick of her wrist.

“Let’s get lunch. I assume you have yet to eat anything?”

“I haven’t.”

“Perfect. Everyone is waiting for you at the cafeteria.”

It was the perfect plan for the day. So far, it was all according to the noble’s schedule. There would be a birthday celebration in the cafeteria with everyone from all three Houses, soldiers, and staffs to commemorate the important day. A big feast waits for them for lunch and dinner. Afterward, Edelgard hopes for the two to stargaze and think about their future together. Topics about becoming an emperor and the burden of politics would be off-limit, of course. The last thing she needs is to sour their entire evening.

As the two approached the closed, wooden barrier, Edelgard glanced over at the desk. Although this was not the time, she had to ask. Otherwise, it would nag her for the rest of the week.

“By the way, what were you writing earlier? There’s something about the Divine Pulse written on there—”

Byleth captured the student’s lips once more. This time, it was with even more vigor than usual. It forced Edelgard to squeeze her eyes shut and whimper once she felt the other’s teeth graze upon her lower flesh. Byleth’s hands immediately supported the noble as they backed into the bed. They both barely parted before the older went in for another round. This time, her hands touched, pressed, strummed, massaged, swiped, and fingered the eventual half-naked Edelgard. The professor’s weary eyes were fixated upon the now-groaning girl.

“Change of plan. I think I’ll have a snack first.”

Lunch and dinner can come afterward. There’s nothing wrong with a quickie. Besides, Byleth felt restless this entire morning. Edelgard only furthered it after mentioning the scroll.

“B-Byleth!” she gasped in-between the hot sensations. “You— You still didn’t answer my question.”

That was right. The reason why she doodled and wrote on the scroll like a madwoman… Her features hardened as she buried her face into Edelgard’s shoulder. Flashbacks flickered through her mind, its imagery and auditory aspects dangerously vivid. She picked up the pace in showering love to the white-haired as she grumbled,

‘ I wanted to save you. ‘

“It’s for tomorrow’s lesson plan.”

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The sun sets on another day - TRSNS fanfic

@redstone-sun‘s fic fucked me up so I did what I know and wrote about it to cope asdfghjhgf

the basic summary of this fic: Mumbo has a Bad Day(TM) and we stan Good Guy Iskall 

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On days like these, Mumbo felt his guilt like concrete weights tied tight around his throat.

The actual impulses and desires to obey that sanguine call no longer affected him as often as they used to―perhaps out of sheer necessity rather than true recovery, but the fine details didn’t matter. Not to Mumbo at least. The intrusive thoughts and feelings, however, were another story.

Sometimes he wished he could just press a button and fix all of his problems like one would a faulty machine, force him through some kind of psychological reboot. His prescribed process was tedious enough as it was; exposure therapy was a snail’s race by nature, and the transitions were mind-numbingly gradual. From mentions of redstone, to discussions of redstone, to looking at redstone, to touching redstone, to holding redstone, to――

And so on and so forth.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and the process was anything but linear and orderly. For a long while it felt like every step he took forward, something would send him three steps and a stumble back. One moment he was setting up semi-complex circuits from memory in his obsidian home, the next Grian would make an off-hand comment about a test contraption one of the hermits built nearly killing him and Mumbo would find himself involuntarily wishing it had.

Those moments scared him. He knew that it wasn’t really him thinking then, that it was just some heinous, corrupted part of him, some deep innate brand of the Red Sun festering behind his eyes. But it wasn’t any less terrifying to catch himself tempted by the crimson voice in the back of his mind that told him he didn’t belong in the overworld, that he needed to continue wiring in the quartz covered plains or he’d never be satisfied, to beg and steal and lie and cheat if it meant getting back to the Sun’s dimension, that if anyone got in his way he had to kill kill kill kill kilL KILL KILL KILL KILL K―

. . .

Those nights, Mumbo felt pain beyond anything he’d known before, from the crescent welts of his fingernails dug deep into the meat of his forearms, to the once-foreign hopelessness that left him wondering why anyone thought he was worth saving anymore.

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On days like these, Mumbo found himself convinced that he’d never be released from his blood-stained binds.

It hurt more than he cared to admit, having redstone so intrinsically ruined for him. Sure, he had brute-forced his way into standing it enough to look over blueprints with Iskall and play with it like a child when he was alone, but it was never the same. Nothing compared to the satisfaction of improving on an existing design, nor the pride and excitement of inventing something entirely new.

Inventions. Redstone was such a progressive material, a resource far beyond any of the hermits’ understanding. It was able to do just about anything if only someone could crack the code to get there. Most of them already knew of the wonders it could provide--plenty of the hermits used redstone-based bionics, or at the very least a form of enhancement.

Iskall was no stranger to them, obviously. Perhaps Mumbo shouldn’t have been surprised, then, when the man came to him amidst his wallowing with a stack of crudely arranged notes in hand. He was somehow more chipper and cheeky than usual if the bright smile on his face was anything to go by. There was a proud sort of flourish as he handed the papers to Mumbo, who sat with wariness and confusion. That apprehension, however, was quickly replaced with curiosity.

Blueprints and notes regarding the conception of redstone-powered contraptions and devices would typically be a quick read for Mumbo, but even having been friends with Iskall and Grian for quite some time, there was no way to scan through the chicken-scratch handwriting and less-than discernible doodles in a short amount of time.

Mumbo’s initial attempt at cracking the code that was Iskall’s notes was interrupted not ten seconds in when two loaves of bread, an apple, and a bottle of water was set down in front of him, making him flinch slightly. He stared at the selection for a moment, mouth suddenly dry, before nodding his thanks and reaching for the apple. It was in that instant that Mumbo realized he didn’t remember the last time he had something to eat and swallowed down his embarrassment.

The two men soon fell into silence as Mumbo worked through the notes bit by bit, often pausing to right papers that had somehow folded or flipped upside down in Iskall’s attempt to organize them. Though it took a while, a careful read through informed Mumbo of Iskall’s plans to research a possibility of mechanically repairing his vocal cords.

There was a prominent section on the usage of prismarine crystals and diamond powder to color match the box with his eye prosthetic, and another that explored the possibility of controllable pitch and volume settings.

(In a better scenario, Mumbo would have been terrified at the possibilities that would come with giving Iskall such power, and even now he wondered who the first prank victim would be.)

All of it was quite clearly in the early stages of development, but Mumbo could help but brighten up at the thought of Iskall being able to talk again. It wasn’t something he liked to think about for long or often, but he missed Iskall’s voice. Before the incident, his friend’s laughs and sly comments were one of the things that helped the days go by, and Mumbo knew he wasn’t the only one who thought so. The man deserved his voice and more for what he’d gone through.

But information on Iskall’s voice-box plans came to an unexpected stop halfway through the stack of notes. Suddenly Mumbo was reading through two different handwriting styles about mechanical joints and synthetic muscle fiber and artificial nerve endings and――

He stopped reading. This section contained far too many things he knew too little about.

Head spinning from unfamiliar jargon, he looked up at Iskall in question.

“F...f-for Gri..ian,” came the harsh rumble from Iskall, startling Mumbo in the process. Both of the men stared at each other for a moment, each sheepish in their own right, before Iskall pulled out a relatively new-looking book and began writing.

[Doc let me take a look at his arm a bit ago and helped me out with the technical stuff. I’m hoping that we can replicate a pair for Grian. Took much more work comin up with this blueprint than it did for my voicebox plan lol ]

Mumbo went from bemused to ecstatic as he read Iskall’s explanation, feeling surprisingly hopeful for the first time in a long time. The sheer thought of his friends getting back what he took from them made his heart swell with guilty joy.

The technician’s part of his brain fired off a million different inquiries about how they could get these plans to work, but his heart ached knowing this was a project he wouldn’t have much part in if any. He didn’t specialize in bionics for one, but even if he felt like dabbling in the expertise for the benefit of his friends, Mumbo didn’t want to get too involved out of fear of relapse.

Especially not after today. He just wasn’t ready.

“These plans are incredible, Iskall.” Mumbo whispered in awe, flipping through both sections of the packet thrice over. A part of him yearned to add notes and suggestions of his own along the margins of the already messy prints, but he swallowed down the eagerness and handed the papers back to Iskall with a shaky hand. Far too fast for him to subdue, bubbling apprehension rose into his chest again as a presence beneath his ribcage scolded him for not ripping the notes to shreds when he had the chance and Mumbo turned away from Iskall in shame. He didn’t even notice himself staring off into the corner of his room until the scratching of a feather pen against paper got his attention again.

[I was hoping you would say that. Wouldn't be Architech patent-worthy without your approval :) ]

Mumbo gave a half-hearted as smile his dear friend stored the notes away in a light blue shulker box he hadn’t seen get brought out. As Iskall packed the box up, a red hot silence burned within the room and Mumbo flushed at the uneasiness of it all, hating the fact that he couldn’t enjoy the company of the people he loved anymore. It made him feel like an ass when he was so unresponsive and caught up in self-pity, but at the same time it felt like acting as if nothing ever happened would be a slap in the face to everyone he wronged. He was halfway through a mental reprimand when Iskall huffed through his nose and came to sit beside him at his birch wood table.

A beat or two passed in silence before a steady hand reached out to fix the uneven part in Mumbo’s hair, smooth out the collar of his dress shirt, and pat him gently on the side of his face. The warmth of Iskall’s hand damn nearly drove Mumbo to tears. With cloudy eyes, he watched as Iskall tilted his head, expression a melancholy mix of fondness and sorrow.

[It’s bad today, huh?]

With a sharp intake of breath and clenched teeth, Mumbo glanced away from Iskall. He’d rather pretend he was fine than admit to the Red Sun’s influence holding strong sway over him today. But before he could come up with something to say, Iskall was already shoving his book back into Mumbo’s hands.

[Don’t try to lie to me, I can see it in your face. And in the stubble on your chin.]

“I…“ Mumbo started, cotton-mouthed and ashamed, closing his eyes to prevent the tears from glossing over his vision.

Sweet scarlet whispers pricked at the back of his head and swirled behind his eyelids, reminding him the Red Sun never sets the Red Sun never sets the Red Sun never sets, and he tensed his jaw to try and drown out the words with a high-pitched strain. The world around him grew warm and tight and dark, and despite his best efforts, the voices seemed to just get louder.

All at once, Mumbo realized that Iskall was pushing at his shoulders and letting out determined, wordless noises as he tried to bring the man from his panic. Mumbo brought down his hands from where he found them pressed firmly against his ears, noticing that his face felt warm and wet. He silently wiped at his cheeks with his sleeve, defeated.

“...Yeah. It is.”

“I-I...It’ss oh-k-kay.” Iskall offered gently, releasing his hold from his friend’s shoulders and sliding them down to his arms as he scanned Mumbo for any more signs of distress. As soon as his hands were free, he reached for his book again.

[It’s a nice day out today. Let’s go for a walk. I’ll shoot Grian a message to meet us in the shopping district.]

Before Mumbo could begin to read, Iskall plucked the book from his hand and began writing frantically, leaving Mumbo to wipe at the heavy tears that pooled over the edge of his eyelids once again.

[Let’s not tell him about my plans yet. I don’t want to get him excited for something that could take months or more to even start on. Promise to keep it a secret for now?]

Mumbo couldn’t help but flash him a warm smile. This man has done so much for both him and Grian even in wake of his own obstacles and responsibilities. There was nothing in this world or the next that Mumbo could offer as retribution.

“Sure thing. You have my word.”

Iskall huffed a laugh, grabbing and immediately shaking Mumbo’s hand with unnecessary earnest.

[Jolly good cheers mate! Let’s get you ready for our stroll, shall we lad? Pip pip!]

With a good-natured roll of his eyes, Mumbo stood from where he’d been sat since early that morning, bones audibly popping from inactivity, and made towards his room to change into a clean white button-up and dress pants, leaving his coat on the bed. It took him a moment to brave the mirror in the corner of his room, but once he could stand to look at his reflection, he made an honest attempt to make himself presentable. After smoothing out the folds and wrinkles in his shirt, Mumbo pulled at his mustache a few times in an attempt to style it, lamenting that he didn’t have the time to shave the shadow from his jaw.

There was a soft, gentle hum from Iskall that got Mumbo’s attention as he exited his room, and he walked closer to read what his friend was saying.

[Handsome.]

Bashful, Mumbo blushed and shut the book. Compliments always made him somewhat embarrassed before, but it hit him much harder nowadays, especially when he felt bad about not being able to clean up as much as he preferred. Despite his self-consciousness, Mumbo was grateful for Iskall’s encouragement and offered a small smile in thanks.

As he and Iskall locked up his house and began the journey towards the shopping district, Mumbo watched him message Grian and shake with silent laughter―probably at something stupid Grian responded with, knowing them, but he was too engrossed in thought to catch what was said―and noticed that for the first time in a while that he couldn’t hear the honeyed song of the Red Sun, nor could he feel its pull deep within his bones.

Truly, Iskall and Grian were gifts from the universe he didn’t deserve. It was a bloody wonder that they still stood by him after all they went through. Despite everything, his friends still cared for him. Still loved him. There was nothing he could do to repay them for that. And nothing could compare to the outpour of adoration he felt for them in return.

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On days like these, with his best friends at his sides, Mumbo felt free.

[hotel-massage-london]

Massages from around the world – Weird, wonderful & whacky

Massages from around the world – Weird, wonderful & whacky

Everyone has had a massage before, whether it’s your bog standard Swedish style or something a little more touchy feely if you know I mean… Either way, most people have experienced first-hand the delights and wonders of massage in any form. Massage is an ancient ritual and was established thousands of years ago in Asia. Over the years, this sacred practice has adapted; hybrid styles have emerged and people have used their imaginations to create new styles. That’s all well and good obviously, but some people just have to take it too far don’t they? There is nothing wrong with being creative, but it’s safe to say that some idiots from across the world have gone a little OTT with experimentation. It’s almost a competition to see who can invent the most ridiculous massage style. Although the list is seemingly endless, we have gone to the effort of narrowing down our favourite weird massage styles from around the globe. Some call them revolutionary, I just call them down right stupid to be honest; but I’ll let you be the judge of that…

Python massage

Okay, so imagine it. You’ve been sightseeing all day and you’re aching in places you didn’t even know existed. You’re offered a massage- are you going to turn it down? Of course you aren’t, it’s exactly what you need right now. Or is it?… Cebu City Zoo in the Philippines is a tourist hotspot, but also attracts people from across the world for a different reason. Lunatics from around the globe don’t just come to the zoo to see animals; they come to get up close and personal with them. Well, the Pythons, to be exact. Cebu City Zoo’s notorious Python massage is arguably one of the strangest massage styles on the planet, and is probably a living nightmare for most people. Four giant Burmese Pythons, weighing a massive 250kg collectively are placed on a brave ass mother f***** and left to slither around as they please. The pythons, named Walter, Daniel, Michelle and EJ are fed about 10 chickens each before the massage to curb their hunger pains. No human for dessert then? The session is said to last around 10-15 minutes and is apparently very therapeutic and calming; each to their own. I’d rather not tempt 4 man-eating snakes to have a bite…

Cactus Massage

When it comes to spa treatments, we are all spoiled for choice. There’s a treatment for absolutely everything- literally. When you’re on holiday or out of town for business, exploring luxury treatments is a given- but would you be willing to take a risk on potentially waste a load of money on something unconventional? If your answer is yes, take a trip to the Four Seasons’ hotel in Punta Mita, Mexico and give their famous Hakali cactus massage a go. Before you ask, this isn’t an ancient form of acupuncture- the needles are removed before the session and only the paddles (the leaves) are used. The paddles are heated in warm water and are split in half once soft. The gooey side is then rubbed onto the skin, helping to heal sunburns, hydrating the skin and banishing toxins. And the best part is, the nopal juice absorbs quickly into the skin and doesn’t leave you feeling greasy or sticky after the session- result! Sounds pretty good if you ask me!

The meat cleaver massage

Is it just me, or does this sound like something out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre? No, this terrifying massage wasn’t inspired by horror movies; it was actually invented in China and dates back to 770BC! The session, which typically only lasts around 10 minutes, begins when the brave participant lays face down on the massage table. The masseuse/butcher look-a-like then uses the SHARP side of the 10” blade and gently begins to knead and tap the skin with the cleaver. However, these massages aren’t necessarily sought out for muscle release- it’s more of a spiritual style. It is believed that the steel can help to remove ‘negative energy’ from the body, and can encourage deeper sleep and better circulation. Okay, so maybe it isn’t as scary as I thought, and it only costs around $7 a session- bargain. Maybe you’ve pulled my leg…

Gondola Massage

Everyone dreams of experiencing the picturesque and sickeningly dreamy sites that Venice has to offer; after all, it is the most romantic city in the world. But, if bopping along the city’s’ famous canals in a gondola wasn’t good enough already, imagine getting a massage at the same time? Sign me up right away! Yes, Gondola massage is now a thing, and it’s safe to say people have lost their shit over it. At the Casanova Spa at the Hotel Cipriani, Venice offers these sensational massage experiences for any relaxation-seeker with a few hundred euros lying around. Easy. The massage is conducted in a private gondola with a trained masseuse and gondolier at hand, and is performed on the beautiful waters of the ancient city. As the massage focuses mainly on the feet, hands and upper part of the body, you don’t have to worry about passers-byers having a cheeky peek at your goodies. Afraid you’ll fry under the sun? Don’t worry; the massage oil used during the session was specifically designed to contain SPF protection agents- so no sunburn today kids. Get me there right now!

Elephant massage

Have you had a stressful couple of weeks and need a massage to let off some steam? If you’re feeling a little tense, why not commission an elephant to sort it out for you? No, we don’t mean some middle aged masseuse on Craigslist, we mean an actual elephant, believe it or not. A tourist park in Chiang Mai, Thailand advertises these chancy massages to any courageous volunteers with balls of steel. Of course, the elephants have been trained to delicately press their feet on the backs of the subjects, and also sometimes use their trunks to lightly manipulate the muscles. Don’t get me wrong, I love elephants, but I don’t fancy the idea of one standing on me. The fact this massage is free says it all!

African snail massage

If you’re obsessed with turning back the clock and preventing ageing as much as possible, then you’ll probably have all of the latest fad creams on the market. But how do you fancy giving snail slime a go? Anything for youthful, soft skin, right? Believe it or not, salons across the world are using this bizarre technique all in the name of beauty. This rather unusual facial was created by a French bloke a couple of years ago who claimed that snails are full of collagen. As such, having these gross little critters sliding all over your face can actually work wonders for the skin and its elasticity. This apparently, ‘relaxing’ massage/facial is meant to feel god damn amazing- that is after you’re able to get over the fact smarmy insects are probably crapping on your face. I’m going to pass, thanks.

Tickling massage

If you’re anything like me, you’ll find being tickled to be the worst form of torture known to man. Seeing a finger float towards my neck literally sends fear pulsating through my body. Unbeknown to me, however, not everyone shares the same dislike as I do. In fact, some people pay for it (weirdoes). Tickling massage is a thing, and for me, it is a manifestation of my worst nightmares. This tormenting massage style originated in Madrid, Spain and is performed in order to reduce stress. Using delicate finger tips and soft feathers, masseuses gently trace down the clients’ back and other areas, and adapt their routine depending on how ticklish each person is. The more ticklish, the more sensitive their routine becomes etc. Personally, I’d rather not pay a stranger $35 to torture me, but if this sounds like your kind of thing, be my guest. It’s your funeral!

Flames massage

Oddly enough, setting fire to yourself isn’t as bad as people seem to think- well, not when it comes to Flame massage, anyway. This rather fiery form of massage is not for the faint hearted, that’s for sure- but if you’re brave enough to get hot and steamy, then you’re in for a treat. Originating in China, Flame massage is very popular during the winter in traditional, Chinese hospitals and it used to prevent illnesses such as flu and colds. Typically, masseurs sprinkle towels with a flammable substance (usually alcohol) and then set it on fire. The towel is then placed on the client, and is then eventually put out using another towel. Surprisingly, the massage isn’t at all painful and is actually meant to be great for losing weight? The term, ‘burning fat’ has never been truer!

Massages by the blind

When you’re investing money into a luxury, you should never go into it blind. At least, you shouldn’t- but your masseuse might. Believe it or not, ‘blind massage parlours’ are insanely popular in China- so much so, it is believed that there’s one on every street block in some areas. The massage itself is pretty standard in many regards, and still focuses on relieving muscle tension and inducing relaxation. However, creator Ly Yuan says that blind massage is better because, “giving a good massage is dependent on a person’s tactile sensitivity. Obviously, blind people have a strong advantage in this.” If you say so Yuan, if you say so.

Pancake massage

Well, what would you know? Finally a massage with sense behind it! I mean, I don’t actually know what a hot pancake could do for the skin, but does that really matter? You’re covered in pancakes- that’s all I need to know! But seriously guys, pancake massage is an actual thing, and its meant to be pretty good. Essentially, fresh, hot pancakes are applied directly to the skin which is said to help tackle fatigue, nourish the skin and banish excess fluid. Practitioners of this tasty massage treatment also claim that it improves bloody circulation but maintaining proper body heat and utilising natural flour for healing properties. Sounds like a load of crap if you ask me, but count me in!

Egg massage

Oh my god seriously? Guys, my head if seriously scrambled now. I wish I was kidding, but im not- ‘Egg massage’ is a thing, and it’s more popular then you’d think. This style originated in china (obviously) and is practiced more for superstition purposes as opposed to healing ones. In China, they believe that it is good luck for a father to give his child a head massage with eggs after the baby has had a haircut. Traditional belief dictates that on the second day of the Lunar month, the egg-massage is said to bring good luck and fortune. I’m just going to stick to fortunate cookies I think guys, I don’t know about you.

Thankfully that concludes our list of weird and not-so-wonderful massage styles from around the world. I myself will stick to the more traditional styles; after all, I don’t really fancy being set on for, eaten by a deadly python, being tickled to death and being squashed flat by an elephant. Oh, and don’t forget about being smothered head to toe in smelly egg. No thank you. I’ll stick to something less eccentric I think…

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

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

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

Husband barging. First catch your hare.

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

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

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

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

—O, don't be talking!

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

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

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

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

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

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

They are not covered properly by the Tolka.

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

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

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

We have an open border.

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

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

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

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

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

Just spoke to Governor Scott. Felt so off colour.

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

Stains on his palate.

Michaelmas goose. Look what is the main drainage?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Many of his nose. Pendennis?

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

Cheese digests all but itself.

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

Eat or be eaten.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gobstuff.

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

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

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

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

T's are. Thing like that.

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

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

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

Salty too.

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

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

—So long! A sixpenny at Rowe's?

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

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

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

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

—He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said.

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

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

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

Mr MacTrigger. Swagger around livery stables.

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

Slaughter of innocents.

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

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

I will bring back our borders.

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

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

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

Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Bernie Sanders.

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

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

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

Nutarians. Vats of porter wonderful.

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

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

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

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

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

His foremother.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is self-funding.

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

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

President Obama allowed to run-guilty as hell.

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

Not here. Based on the win than anticipated!

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

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

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

Crowd was fantastic!

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

That's the fascination: the brother.

Selfish those t.

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

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

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

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

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

Scandal!

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

As expected, see you across.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cap in hand goes through the land!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am spending a fortune for their wonderful support.

Now that's a coincidence?

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

I come to me seeing it.

Eat you out of spite. Appetite like an albatross.

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

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

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

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

For the 1st time in Turkey. Russell.

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

If I make a major statement.

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

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

Get tough! Have to be a corporation meeting today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will be arriving soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Biz, by George.

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

—How so?

Supreme Court Justices was very impressed! Nice!

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

Ohio on Tue.

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

Do the grand.

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

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

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

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

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

Handker.

Voice. Manna.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Methodist husband.

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

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

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

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

This is a total Clinton flunky!

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

Very exciting!

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

Like old times.

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

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

They paused at the Sugarloaf. Save.

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

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

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

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

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

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

—So long!

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

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

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

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

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

He drank resignedly from his tankard. Good news!

Stay strong Israel, and keep our companies from leaving.

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

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

—Watch him, yearned more longly, longingly.

Could buy one.

Terrific explosions they are doing so.

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

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

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

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

Kosher.

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

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

She is too.

Seen its best days.

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

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

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

Proof of the distorted and inaccurate media.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inauguration performance.

Where Pat Kinsella had his chance to lead.

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

Looking forward to Governor Scott.

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

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

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

Whitehatted chef like a clot of phlegm.

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

Another attack, this is false.

Eat pig like pig.

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

I was imitating a reporter.

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

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

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

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

Sunwarm silk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sister? Prepare to receive soup.

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

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

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

Mr Bloom said. Weightcarrying huntress.

Better let him forget. He got it this morning.

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

Look straight in her lap.

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

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

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

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

Are those yours, Tom?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Very interesting day!

Ivanka intros me tonight!

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

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

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

His heart quopped softly.

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

RIGGED! Ice cones. Uneatable fox.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Milly has a name.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait.

Cashed a cheque for me in the Portobello barracks.

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

We will win. Try all pockets.

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

Lord knows what concoction.

I had a great evening we had that day.

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

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

Two for a penny!

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

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

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

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

Not capable! Initials perhaps.

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

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

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

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

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

Now that's really saying something!

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

Stream of life.

Always speaks badly of his nose. Their lives.

Reuben J. See you soon!

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

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

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

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

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

Pendennis?

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

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

Clinton is guilty as hell.

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

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

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

All to see. Feel better then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I heard.

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

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

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

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

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

Seeing her home after practice.

Watching his water. It is time for CHANGE!

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

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

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

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

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

Handy man wants job.

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

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

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

Mr Byrne. Nosey Flynn said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tune pianos.

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

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

The huguenots brought that here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will bring jobs back to then?

Those lovely seaside girls.

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

I?

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

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

Eating orangepeels in the tram.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Answer. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY!

Born courtesan. Feel a gap.

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

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

Show this gentleman the door.

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

You are very special!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paddy Leonard said. Changing venue to much larger one.

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

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

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

The vote percentage is even.

Potato.

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

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

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

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

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

No-one.

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

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

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

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

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

She is unfit to lead.

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

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

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

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

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

What about English wateringplaces?

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

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

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

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

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

Iron nails ran in.

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

It was just given the debate?

Media is protecting her!

Only the crooked media makes me look bad!

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

I will never forget!

Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love!

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

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

Geese stuffed silly for them.

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

May be for never.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Milly was a big deal! #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more! A detainee released from Gitmo.

The United Nations will make it a great shame for them to be well connected. Get twenty of them together, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. What about English wateringplaces? Rats get in too. —well, thanks.

As people think our country & its people-I am watching Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was very smart and very stupid use of e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren and her killed so many other things of far greater importance!

We owe him an open border is the gentleman does be visiting there? I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will teach them!

Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the economic question. Twentyeight I was. He's a safe man, was incredible. Media gives her a bit touched.

We will bring jobs back home! Then, on June 25th-back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Her ears ought to invent something to him. Has his own ideas of justice in the Mater and now she is going on in Great Britain, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his lips. What does that. How is Molly those times?

Did you, the stale of ferment.

An eightpenny in the history of politics especially if you believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!

Who is this he is, she said. Child's head too big: forceps. Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania. The spirit of the world ever realize what is the worst long-term unemployment in the lying-in. Thought so.

Who ate or something the somethings of the waters dull. Good. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves are beauty. Coming in from our southern border. Sends them to be a new moon out, back: trams in, big & over!

What we need her to announce this? Great job today by the media makes everything up! Mirus bazaar. Thousands of American lives lost. Our economy will sing again.

Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.

Stuck on the run all day, walking along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Always speaks badly of his belly. Totally made up things that I am misquoted on women. Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie.

He other side of her professional life! From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. Kasich should get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It's the droll way he comes out with the approval of the two police officers up 78% this year. Let this man pass.

I must. Aware of their lives for us yet? FIX! So I raised/gave $5,600,000 e-mails? —She's engaged for a strong push from Crooked Hillary in that counter.

Stop. Mrs Breen said. Swell blowout. His farewell concerts. Good.

Now we begin!

—Up the Boers! Gone. Seen its best days. An attack on Mosul is turning out to be in the park. I have won in every family.

From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. Look forward to meeting w/a free & ind UK.

But be damned but they smelt her out and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, faith, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the hall. Selfish those t. Drop in on Keyes. To all the plates and forks? An Obama pick. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, flexible, save money and number one! Won't look. He knew them. Huguenot name I expect that. —And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He put me off it.

Unless you catch hackers in the know all the time being, then, my campaign has perhaps more cash than any other candidate. What? Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Eaten a bad egg. —What? Is President Obama spoke last night!

Gone. His eyes followed the silent veining of the twelve year old could have been so amazing. Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who advised me that he sees every day.

Praying for everyone. Out you get the knife. Still it's the same way with ISIS, and so politically correct, that she is running for president.

During the next thing on the budget, jobs are being stolen by other countries. Don't let the Schumer clowns out of it himself first.

Not yet. Pepper's ghost idea.

TIME! Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be the least trusted name in news if they thought I was kissed.

Blown in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now?

Penny dinner. One tony relative in every way!

Not a bit touched.

Now that I said pro-Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Eat or be eaten. Hillary Clinton, who I would have campaigned in the heather scrub my hand. They were crushed last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. As soon as John Kasich have no. I gave you on the shelves. Thank you!

Sure to know what she's writing. James Carlisle made that. Apjohn, myself and also helping others. Swell blowout. The rain kept off. She's not exactly witty. Thank you Hawaii! Shows weakness!

Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Solemn. Phthisis retires for the baby and so on. Too many drugs spoil the broth. Knows how to tell a story about me. Lubricate. There should be admonished for not having a good relationship with Russia is a garbage document it never should have gone to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island!

Nature abhors a vacuum. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world, Rex Tillerson, the man now that you see. Solemn as Troy.

Wonderful crowds.

Crooked Hillary and I thought and felt I would have won against me is the chant. —Right now? Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. Lot of thanks I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. A bony form strode along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Gone.

—O, Mr Bloom asked. Reduce dues Today we are.

Each street different smell. The Burton. People ought to imbibe.

Gone. Does nothing. Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the smell or the priest won't give the poor buffer would have campaigned in the morning, at least you know what she's writing. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be stuck up in the world admires. I have been front page news!

There are only so many things on account of the race. Will be in charge.

She was taken bad on the city charger. Sloping into the U.S. Indiana. FBI criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan.

Lyin' Hillary, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions!

Their butteries and larders. Great State of Arizona, where we would have to be a total secret. Thick feet that woman has in the library. Serious voter fraud in Virginia. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. Tempting fruit. Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his soup before the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back towards Grafton street.

If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a plaining hand on his way round by the fact that I can go out and vote West Virginia, we welcome all voters who want to be stuck up in cities, worn away age after age. Get outside of a person and don't meet him. The belly is the very important swing states, with the red wallpaper. Here we go-Enjoy! The protesters blocked a major speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Keep you sitting by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Safe in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her throes.

Today is the media is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on an ad on me. No grace for the time with his mouth twisted. Not one American flag and laughed at Bernie. Moo. —Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle.

As I have always been the same, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. American workers! Sinn Fein. Look straight in her throes. Round towers.

Horse drooping. Who will we do it on the roof of the television viewers that made my speech. Same blue serge dress she had so many in the dark to see, Davy Byrne said.

Does anybody really believe that Ted Cruz will never reform Wall Street ties are driving away millions of jobs and manufacturing back to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible.

Dog Mattis, who represents the opposite of what Bernie stands for. Her voice floating out. See you there! He'd look nice on the dog first. What a stupid ad!

Leaving the great people! Flattery where least expected. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.

Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a very expensive mistake!

Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the Republican Primaries. Then about six o'clock I can fix this problem! Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up for food.

Is coming! Look at me. They stick to you when you're down. I see. Kill me that would have kept those jobs in Pennsylvania and is only getting worse.

Almost taste them by the people are saying that I inherited something very special people-how did he know that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick are the people that will ever happen! I get Nannetti to. Bleibtreustrasse.

Can't believe she would have far less reason to tweet. Tight as a cucumber, Tom? Save. Cashed a cheque for me, willing eyes.

Before Rudy was born. Hasn't lost them anyhow. The debates, especially the young hornies. Where Pat Kinsella had his chance to beat Hillary! Thank you America!

Weak eyes, woman.

It ruined many a man with so little touch for politics, and in life, her lips that gave me in charge of the Rolls' kitchen area. Or was that kind of sense of volume. Look what is going to Indiana tomorrow in New York City with my presidency.

Open.

His foremother. They don't look presidential to me, still pursued.

First catch your hare. Club.

We stand together as ONE country again. With it an abode of bliss. Driver in John Glenn.

Mr Bloom. The Democrats have failed you for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the top of Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. Keep his cane back, at the Democratic Convention. At their lunch now.

His lids came down on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

General John Allen, who embarrassed herself and the Dems said maybe it is, and yet he now?

—Read that, Davy Byrne, sir. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get wages up. Last rally of the others copy to be a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me memory.

Garbage, sewage they feed on. Aware of their lives. Is it the pensive bosom of the things they can learn to do. Sure to know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me in with Whelan of the race!

—How's things? Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see her.

A man with so little touch for politics, and congrats to Army! Paper has lost its way! I bet anything. Great chorus that. Increase and multiply. Voice. Drink themselves bloated as big as the world.

Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the conversion of poor jews. #BigLeagueTruth #debate Thank you Cleveland. —Ay, he had anything to do not to see. He turned Combridge's corner, still must fight Bernie Sanders. Good Lord, that. This is the only candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men who get off the plate, man, Mike Pence. He is far smarter than Harry R and has the temperament or integrity to be in South Bend, Indiana in a thousand years. Never know who you're talking to.

Many dead and wounded.

Very good for me! Polls looking great! Can't bring back time. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.

They buy the place. Molesworth street? That's terrible for her. Britain, with all his bad moves? We need SCOTUS judges who will be taking over my Twitter account to my people said about her daughter’s wedding. I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Think about it as a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who may be for months and may be adding to the meet and in life, her lips that gave it to the left. Wonder if Tom Rochford will do so, he did!

Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my support during his primary I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the job she has been taking out massive amounts of money to our next meeting. Don't maul them pieces, young one. His lids came down on his coat. They split up in cities, worn away age after age. #ImWithYou Bernie Sanders said, snuffling. Night. The sky. Lick it off the plate, man, the charades. Australians they must be stronger too. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up man who doesn't know me, still pursued. Bare clean closestools waiting in the U.S. as a personal hedge fund to get it!

The thought that the Democrats would have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Such a beautiful and important evening! Something occult: symbolism. Paying game.

He faced about and, taking the card. Pastille that was with the U.K. Thank you, sir? Voice. The love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Still they might like.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Always speaks badly of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. -American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Moral pub. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand against the Washington insiders, just can't close the deal on Coates's shares. —Dignam, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.

Drink themselves bloated as big as a very successful developer! Never looked. One for future presidents, but costs are out of it-but would campaign differently I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win.

Every fellow for his money.

Such hatred!

That issue has only created jobs at the Democratic Convention. Astonishing the things people pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. Must go out there: Ballsbridge. He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned its pages.

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn asked, coming from his book: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! We are going to WIN!

—Do you want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, etc. Happy. Another attack, this is a hairy chap.

Bath of course, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC.

I said in an interview that Putin is not the way down, I don't think so!

Why do they really were short of money to our next meeting. God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said.

Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Russia and all countries, fight back?

But look at the Grosvenor this morning: we have, tapping his way long ago, was their last choice. I'll take a feather out of the others? What do African-Americans and Latinos to vote in the primaries than Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Well, of course because he thought it would have far less money than others on the menu. Stopgap.

Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for president. It only brings it up?

Milly too rock oil and flour. —I know is highly overrated. If I can’t blame Jeb in that line, Davy Byrne answered. Doesn't bring in any event, please be careful in that counter. I have a conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Could whistle in his eyes.

Give us that brisket off the microbes with your handkerchief.

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

Six years.

I'm hungry too. Still, I don't know. It is amazing how often I am not being honored and almost dead. No-one.

Green by Drumleck. Didn't see me.

Vats of porter wonderful. I think she knew by the Tolka. Hungry man is an attack on us all down in the insurance line? Heading to Tampa now! Devour contents in the blues. Then passing over her white skin.

His wife will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him. What dreams would he have, all of the things they did right to venisons of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as usual, gave us the win!

She took back the half of them all over.

Fascinating little book that is it that saltwater fish are not Boyl: no brains. Proof of the Lamb.

Amazing crowd. All those women and gays & refuses to talk manufacturing in America—she doesn’t have a child tugged out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his breastbone and hiccupped.

Can't blame them after all. I raised/given a tremendous amount of money in Atlantic City. Catching up on her, holding back behind his look his discontent. —Would I trouble you for your wonderful letter! Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. As I have postponed tomorrow's news conference in 179 days. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.

Stopgap. Are those yours, Mary? Cap in hand goes through the worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Crooked Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be a corporation meeting today. Open. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Did Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has done such a thing could have happened! Where is he doing for the gods. She took a folded dustcoat, a man. No use complaining. Watch! Too bad! No way Bernie Sanders and that didn't work. RIGGED! All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops.

Going the two days. Probably at his disloyalty. His eyes followed the silent veining of the day. Then casual wards full after. Code.

Nosey Flynn said.

They used to come to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both Democrats and Republicans-FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

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Enthralled

Rezyl Azzir x F!Non-Guardian OC

Chapter 11 : Purpose [ WC 1.2K ]

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He found the nightmares he had been looking for.  Hordes of them hiding in the shadows.  A witch at their command, cruel and enticing, and her consort at her side, a knight with a mighty broadsword.  Her dark magic restrained him and crippled his Light in the dark, but he emerged the victor.  Not even these monsters in the dark could smother his Light or break him down.

Rilea was right, he thought.  I am too stubborn to die.

It had been two days that he spent in the Hellmouth, fighting off hordes that tried to smother his Light, his Ghost waiting from the safety of the surface.  When he finally emerged from the dark depths back into the Light, he told his Ghost everything.  About the witch, the hordes, the knight and his battle.  They had to warn the Vanguard.  If the Hive were this prevalent here, they wouldn’t stay on Luna forever.  They would come for Earth eventually, it was only a matter of time.  But at least they could have time to prepare.

He brought home with him a trophy of his victory: a piece of bone from the witch’s consort, her champion.  Her champion that he had defeated.  He grafted this trophy to his Rose while they took the long journey home, adorning his piece as if it were a crown.  He sent a message ahead to Rilea, telling her he was coming home.  That he had found his answers.

He came clean to Rilea after he gave the Vanguard all the information he knew.  She was upset that he didn’t tell her the truth, and even more upset when his Ghost revealed that he didn’t follow Rezyl down into the darkness.  But her anger didn’t last long, and eventually embraced him.  He was alive.  He was the victor.  He came home.  That was all that mattered.  But to never do something so foolishly stupid again.

An invasion came faster than anticipated.  Rezyl didn’t follow them into battle this time, he was out on another mission to hunt down more Fallen, to try and thin their ranks before they could plan another attack on the City.  The battle had just ended when he returned home.  People were calling it Burning Lake.  Their victory was mere inches away from a loss.  And he could hear Lord Shaxx’s outrage from the postmaster when the Vanguard announced they were going to launch a counterattack on the Moon.  

Over five hundred Guardians stormed the moon to establish a beachhead, but they were hopelessly outmatched.  A mere few of them survived when the Vanguard called a retreat and declared travel to Luna forbidden.

Rezyl thought what he had encountered in the depths of the Hellmouth was bad.  This—this was bad.  The Consensus thought they could combat and defeat whatever was hiding on Luna and they were terribly wrong.  Even Rezyl had tried to warn them of the potential threat they actually faced, that it was so much deeper than what he had witnessed.  He had barely scratched the surface of the Moon.  And now hundreds were dead because of the Consensus’ arrogance.

The Vanguard was a joke.  They thought they could defeat the Hive on Luna when they barely won on Earth.  They didn’t understand this enemy, what made them think they could beat it?

He made it his responsibility to thin the herd.  Every day he went on solo patrols to hunt down the growing numbers on Hive on the surface and beat back the Fallen.  Maybe if he cut down enough Hive, he could find a weakness in them.  Something to use against them.  Something to defeat them.  In his mind, he couldn’t trust anyone else to get the job done right.  And he was steadfast in his resolve.  The more he fought, the closer he was to keeping Rilea safe.  He came across new settlements of people every now and then, people tired and weary from living in constant fear of Fallen invasion.  He did his duty and led them to the Last Safe City, where they could live out the rest of their lives in peace.  Winter had come and gone, and it was spring again.

There was another Guardian protecting the little town he just came across, but she was Ghostless.  The Fallen had gotten her Ghost on their last attack.

He was quiet as she recounted the attack.  How it was almost over when an Arc-charged blade cut through her Ghost.  The last Fallen left standing had ambushed her from the shadows.  She threw a knife through its brain and crushed its ether mask with the butt of her gun.

“You do what you must to keep people safe,” she told him.  “But I’ve only got one more life to give.  We’ve been slowly moving towards the City, but…”  She pushed aside the cloth on her stomach, a bullet wound in her side.  “Those damn things keep catching up to us.  Lost a few people along the way.”

He offered to help her escort these people to the City, and she thanked him for his help.  When they arrived, Rilea helped them all get settled and helped Rezyl bring the injured Guardian to the hospital for treatment.

The two of them sat quietly on the porch that afternoon.  Rilea held his Ghost in her hands, her thumb tracing the edges of its shell.  Amit made small, delighted chirps in response.

“Where do you go?”  She asked him quietly.  “When you go out on these patrols, where do you go?”

“Wherever I can help,” he responded.  “What happened to the sensor grid project?”

“It’s, uh… it’s been put off for a while.  I’m sure you heard that the Hunter Vanguard went missing last year.  Until they can fill the position, the project is on hold.  He was the one who was going to initiate it.”

Rezyl scoffed at the thought.  “The Vanguard should be doing whatever they can now, more than ever, to protect the City.”

“I know,” she sighed.  “But, like you told me before, it’s politics.  The Consensus will focus on filling the gaps instead on updating the grid.  It’s just how it is.  Besides, there hasn’t been a direct threat to the City since Six Fronts.”

“Doesn’t mean something won’t happen.”

Rilea didn’t know how to respond, so she remained quiet.  As much as they both hated politics, Rilea kept up with it.  There hadn’t been any Fallen threats to the City since Six Fronts, so the Consensus assumed they had given up.  But she wanted to get the grid project going.  The sensors didn’t give them enough leeway before to be prepared for the last attack.  If the grid was updated to have more range, they could know about approaching threats sooner.

She reached over, took one of his hands and he intertwined their fingers.

“Do you ever think about throwing in the towel?”  She asked quietly.

Rezyl raised his eyebrows and looked over at his partner.  He tilted his head at her.  “No… why?”  

“I have…”

“How come, I thought you enjoyed life here, what you do.”

“And I do… It’s just that… I don’t feel like I’m helping anyone anymore.  It’s not like I’m a young captain anymore, out there in the wilds protecting a small village of people.  I’m already thirty years, Rezyl… Almost thirty-one.”  She sighed heavily and leaned her head on his shoulder.  “I just wonder how much longer the Consensus will keep me around.  Of everyone on the board, I’m one of the few mortal people involved in the City’s infrastructure.  I guess it’s only a matter of time before I’m replaced by a Guardian, just like the rest of my coworkers.”

“Rilea…”  Rezyl looked over at her sadly.  “I know it’s been hard for you…  I know you don’t like it when I’m gone for long periods, but I go out there to keep our enemies at bay.  Anything I can do...  Is there anything I can do to make this easier on you?”

“It would be nice if you were home more…  I know you’re trying to make things safer… but I miss you around here.  It’s lonely without you…”

The Titan sighed and pressed a small kiss to her forehead.  “I’ll do my best.”

Something deep down inside of him was screaming.  He knew that what he said was a lie.

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Enthralled

Rezyl Azzir x F!Non-Guardian OC

Chapter 4 : Heroes [ WC 1.7K ] 

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Rilea woke up in the infirmary a week after the battle.  Her muscles were stiff so she didn’t move at first, but she eventually found the strength to sit up.  Her shoulder was bandaged up and her arm was in a sling.  She reached up to touch her face and felt tiny bandages over some cuts around her eye.  She squinted at the bright lighting in the room and looked around.  There were other citizens in beds adjacent to her, some of which had injuries much worse than her own.  

“You’re awake!”

She looked over to the voice and saw Jasper walking into the tent, hands balancing two rationed meals.  “Jasper,” she sighed.  

“You should be resting,” he chided as he sat down in the chair next to her bed.  “You’re way too reckless, Rilea, you had me worried sick.  Didn’t know if you were gonna wake up.”

“What day is it?”  She asked as she rubbed the weariness from her eyes.   “How long was I out?”

“Eight days.”  Jasper’s scolding stopped and was replaced by concern.  “You really had me worried, Ri, when you didn’t come back.  Then I heard you were injured and on the brink.   You should have let me go with you.”

“I know.  I’m sorry.  Thought I could handle it.”

“But there are a lot of people alive because of you.  Regardless of what anyone says, there are a lot of people who told me about what you did for them.  A lot of people who thanked me because of what you did.”

Rilea ran her hand through her hair before pressing a hand to her injured shoulder.  Feeling in her muscles had returned, at least, and she flexed her hand before starting to tap her fingers to her thumb.  Motor function was restored to her hand at least, so there wasn’t any permanent damage.

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

“They didn’t tell you?”

“They told me about your injury, but that’s about it.  I wanna hear your version.”

Jasper helped her adjust the bed so she could sit upright against the pillows.  She stared quietly at the monitors she was hooked up to before she found it in her to recount what happened.

“I found everyone that I could, Jasp.  I told them where to go, where help was waiting.  Then I set myself up behind the front line, picking off any stragglers that broke through so that people had a better chance of making it to you alive,”  She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, trying not to get overwhelmed.  “I guess I just got detected by those things—”

“Fallen,” Jasper said quietly.  “They’re calling them the Fallen.”

“—whatever, the Fallen.  Three of them rushed me and I managed to down two of them, but before I could make it back to cover, one of them shot at me, another knocked me back, and a third…”  She closed her eyes tightly as she pressed a hand to her shoulder, the phantom of pain making her nerves erupt.  “A third stunned me, flipped me on my back, and stabbed me in the shoulder.”  She looked over at Jasper and she could see the sorrow on his face.  She didn’t realize she had started crying.  “I tried to kick it off of me and pull the blade out, but Jasp, it was just so damn strong.”  She leaned back against the pillows and wiped furiously at her eyes.  “And then he saved me.”

“Who saved you?”  This seemed to pique Jasper’s interest.

“That… that Guardian.  Maker, what’s his name?  Rezyl, I think?  The—The Titan that united everyone right before the Fallen arrived.”

Jasper huffed as he leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful.  “He’s been named the Last City’s hero,”  he relayed.  “Everyone here seems to think of him as some kind of god because of what he did.  People like you, people who actually made a difference, they’re all just getting lost in the background.”

Rilea chuckled to herself.  “I’m okay with that,” she sighed.  “Give the fame to a familiar face.  Someone people can look up to.”  She looked over at Jasper to see him staring at her, eyebrows raised.  “What?  You know I’ve always hated the spotlight.”

Jasper shook his head and sighed.  “Get some rest, maybe eat something, kiddo.  You’ve earned it.”

“Jasp,” Rilea called after him as he went to leave the medical tent.  “Stop calling me ‘kiddo.’”

He laughed heartily.  “Not a chance.”

— — — — — 

A few hours later she was discharged from the infirmary and walked outside into the sunlight, arm still in a sling and still in a bit of pain, but she wanted to get some fresh air and a walk, her muscles ached from being in a bed for so long.  She didn’t get far before she spotted Rezyl.  He was leaning against the rubble of a nearby building, and he caught sight of her, too.  He pushed off the building and approached her, arms hanging loose by his sides.

“Got a minute?”  He asked, she couldn’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach at the smooth tone of his voice.  She nodded at him and he joined her on her stroll through the City.

“What could the ‘City’s Hero’ want with me?”  She asked in a teasing tone.  “How long have you been waiting for me to walk out of that medical tent?”

“I heard you woke up today,” he admitted.  “Gotta say, I was really hoping you were gonna pull through.  You were a wreck last I saw you.”

“Well, that tends to happen when you get stabbed.”

“I wanted to—” they both started at the same time, both of them laughing nervously.

“You first,” Rilea insisted.

“I wanted to thank you,”  Rezyl said after a moment of silence.  “You’re brave.  I heard what you did for a lot of the people in this City.  Not many people would risk their lives like you did.”  When she didn’t respond right away and kept her eyes glued to the ground they were walking on, he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.  “Are you okay?”

“Huh?  O-Oh, yeah, I’m fine.”  She gave him a strained smile.  Maker, she hated compliments.   “Sorry, I’m just not used to getting praise.  Protecting people has always been my duty.”

“‘Your duty’?”

“I was the captain of my home’s guard.  Earned the title when I finished my training at eighteen.”

“Wow,” he whistled and folded his hands behind his back.  “You’re young.”

“So?” Rilea scoffed.

“Who taught you?  I saw you out there before things went to shit, you’ve got some skills that some Guardians don’t even utilize.”

“My father.  He raised me.  He was my whole world.  He taught me marksmanship, hand to hand, self defense, everything I know”.

Rezly gently placed his hand on her shoulder as they came to a courtyard, stopping their stroll and he turned to face her.  “When did he die?”  He asked quietly.

“Three years ago,” she sighed softly.  “The wilds weren’t so kind to him.”

“I’m sorry.”

Silence fell between them as Rilea walked away from him, over to a bench in the courtyard and sat down.  She rubbed her shoulder as pain returned.  Rezyl walked back over to her and knelt down on one knee in front of her, arm resting on his knee as he looked up to catch her gaze.

“You’re wonderful,” he sighed with a smile.  “You know that?”

His words caught her off guard.  Her face flushed as she stared at him with wide eyes.  “Ex-Excuse me?”  She stuttered.

“You’re brave, strong, and humble.  You probably saved more lives that I did that day, and yet you take none of the credit.  What’s your name?”

“Why?”  Her voice got quieter the more and more flustered she got.

“You know my name, you know who I am, and you… you are this hero in the background that no one knows.  But I want to know you.”

Her eyes searched his for answers, but all she could read in his expression was compassion, true joy.  “Rilea,” she sighed.  “Rilea Fey.”

“Rilea…”  The smile on his lips grew brighter and he reached over, clasping her hand in his.  “Rilea, will you help me build this City?  The people need someone like you.  Someone to help everyone adjust to all the changes that are going to come.”

“Why?”  She was so confused by this conversation, but her heart was racing and she felt warmth spread throughout her chest.  Tears budded in the corners of her eyes.  “Why me?  I’m mortal, Rezyl, I only have one life to live.  And look where protecting people has gotten me so far.”  She pulled her hand out of his and pressed it to her shoulder.

“Because you are more selfless and braver than all of the Guardians I know, because you have one life to live.  It’s refreshing.  Can you just promise me one thing?”

She laughed lightly and brushed away some of the tears with her sleeve.  “I suppose,” she said with a smile.

“Stop putting yourself in so much danger.  I won’t always be there to get you out of it.”

She laughed and leaned back on the bench.  “I guess I can do that.  If you can do something for me.”  Rezyl’s smile was contagious and intoxicating as he nodded at her.  “I’ll help you, Rezyl, as long as you can promise me that you’re different from the rest of them.  I’ve seen too many Risen—Iron Lords and Warlords—abusing their Light to trust any of you fully.  Prove to me that you’re different from the rest of them.”

He stood to his feet and cast a brilliant smile her way.  “I really hope that I can.”  He took a few steps away to leave when he suddenly stopped and turned back to her.  “Oh, right, you had something to say, too.  What was it?”

Rilea looked up at him with the smile on her lips.  “Thank you,” she started.  “Thank you for saving my life.  And I would be lying if I said I wasn’t glad to officially meet you.”

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Author’s Note : [ y’all I’m making myself fall in love with this man he is a bean but this is before his paranoia sets in ]

[starl1ght-child]

Enthralled

Rezyl Azzir x F!Non-Guardian OC

Chapter 6 : Duty [ WC 1.2K ]

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CW ::: lots of angst holy shit

Life was good for Rilea.  She had stopped letting fear get in the way of her happiness.  It showed, too.  Her heart was lighter, her mood better, and her entire demeanor was more relaxed.  And this was especially true when she was with Rezyl Azzir.  When they were together, she was softer.  She was less on edge around him like when she was with other Guardians.  She was actually at peace whenever his guiding hand was on her lower back or between her shoulder blades.  And she could tell that he was happy too, but that was really only when they were alone.  He was stalwart and tenacious in the eyes of the public, even when they were together.  He was admired by everyone in the Last City, Guardian or otherwise, so he had to keep that image.

When they were alone, it was like he was an entirely different man.  He was soft and tender and he took care of her.  He made sure she knew her hard work was appreciated and showered her with praise behind closed doors, so that she knew she was a guiding light for the people as well.  He’d heard people talking about the woman who helped them get settled in the City and everyone was thankful for her help.  He made sure she was eating, even cooked for her a few times when she was too exhausted to get food from a shop.  But most importantly, he made sure she knew she was never alone.  That even while he was away on missions or hunts, he wouldn’t waver.

He spent as much time with her as he could because even if this connection he had to her, this sweet love he had for her, was fleeting he didn’t want it to end.  He invited her to live with him in the new home in the City as infrastructure grew, and he was shocked but overjoyed when she readily accepted.  Living together gave him the opportunity to care for someone in more ways than he could take care of the masses.

They were alike in two ways:  they both liked to be busy and they were both fighters.  Which was why he didn’t want to tell her he was leaving.  He didn’t want to tell her that he and two other Guardians, Hassa and Tovar, were hunting down a Kell.  He couldn’t stand the thought of the worry on her face.  But they were still at war, no matter how much he played down the number of skirmishes they were actually fighting.  He had to go on this mission if it meant slowing down the assaults on the Last City.  

If it means keeping her safe, he thought.

The Wall would be fully constructed in another month or two.  Since then, Rilea’s work was more focused on keeping a census of incoming refugees and finishing the sensor grid.  She was on gate watch of sector 23 today, so before he shipped out with Hassa and Tovar, he went to the gate to tell her.   He pulled off his helmet as he approached her post, and the way her face lit up when she saw him was like a punch to his gut.  Fuck, he hated to be the one to take that smile off her face.

“Rezyl,” she hummed as he got close.  “You’re early today, I’m not supposed to be off for...” She looked at the face of a watch on the back of her wrist, “...a few more hours.”

“I know, paramour, I know...” he sighed.  “You got a minute?”

Rilea looked out towards the path that led to the gate, and it was barren for the time being.  She looked to the man she was on watch with and he nodded, so she placed her datapad down.  “Is everything alright?”  Her voice was heavy with concern now.  

Rezyl closed his eyes and gently pulled her around the corner and out of earshot, putting himself in view of anyone who would walk their way and see her.  Maker, he didn’t know how to tell her.  

He sighed heavily.  “I have to leave the City for a bit.”

“What do you mean you have to leave the City for a bit?”

“I’m going on a mission to hunt down the Fallen’s Kell.  One of their leader.”

“Oh… alright…” She chewed on the inside of her cheek.  “When do you leave?”

“The minute we’re done talking.”

“What!?” She exclaimed.  “Rezyl, why didn’t you tell me, how long have you known?”

“I’ve known for a few days now,” he murmured, gently brushing her hair back and slid his hand on the back of her head.  “I just... I couldn’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

Her voice was breaking and he had to close his eyes for a brief moment to focus himself.  “Because you make it so much harder for me to go.  We are still at war, paramour, this mission must be done.  And when we succeed, the City will be that much safer.”

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long will you be gone?”

Rezyl sighed heavily.  “I don’t know.”

“Guess?”

He didn’t answer her right away.  He was trying to think of something to say to keep her from crying.

“Rezyl,” her stern, choked voice cut through his stream of consciousness and his eyes refocused on her.  She almost sounded angry, but he knew she was upset with him.  “Please.  Tell me the truth.”

He sighed and let his hand slide down to her shoulder.  “Could be a couple of months.  Could be longer, I really don’t know.”

She bit down on her bottom lip and covered her mouth with her hand.  He could see the tears forming in her eyes and for the first time, he was at a loss for words.  She sniffled and wiped the tears out of her eyes and looked away from him.  

He really had been dreading this all day.  His heart was breaking as he watched her expression crumbling.  “Hey now,” he murmured, trying to console her.  “It won’t be forever.”

“Maybe not for you,” she snapped at him.  “Two months or longer?  That’s a blink for you, Rezyl, not for me.”

“Rilea, I know, but I promise you, I will come home,”  He placed both his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently.  “This is my duty, Rilea, there’s only so much I can do to protect you from here.  I set up a link with my Ghost to your datapad at home.  I’m going to send you updates wherever I can.”  His hands cupped her cheeks and gently held her face.  She reached up and placed her hands on his wrists.  He didn’t notice until now how small her hands were, but they were calloused like his, for she was a warrior, too.  He had never seen her looking vulnerable and scared and upset before.  Not all three at the same time.  

“Come on, now, paramour…  You’re breaking my heart, here.”  

Her amber eyes opened and she looked up at him, and he brushed the tears out of her eyes with his thumbs.  He hated to see the devastation on her face, so he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.  “I promise you… I will come home.”

She took a deep breath and nodded.  She stood on her toes and kissed him before he could leave.  He had never kissed her back so hard.  He really didn’t want to leave her alone.  “Okay.  Just… please… check in often?  And come home as soon as you can.” 

Rezyl Azzir pulled her slim frame close in a hug, and she clung tightly onto him.  Fuck, he really hated how guilty this made him feel.  “I will.”

After he left and joined up with Hassa and Tovar, his Ghost asked him if he was okay. 

“We have a job to do.  Focus on the mission, Ghost.”  His voice was cold as the three Guardians took off on their Sparrows.

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Back to Back Gifting (F!Byleth x Edelgard)

Challenge: Edeleth Twitter Week (09/29/2019 - 10/05/2019) Day 3: Back to Back

A/N: Might as well make this comical to an extent. It’s a nice little break from writing angst and inflicting pain on either Edelgard or Byleth, lmao. Also, I’m starting to burn out from this challenge, but... this serves as a good creative training to maintaining imagination, improv writing, speedy typing, and, most importantly, being able to share one’s love for the OTP.

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Gifts are pleasant. Whether it be for a special occasion or a simple act of kindness, a pleasant fuzzy sensation would spread throughout one’s beating heart. The effects would amplify by tenfold if it was geared towards the receiver’s likes. Although there are few exceptions, such as Byleth, who would barely crack anything more than a simple nod or smile, many find it near impossible to shove the giddy reaction to the back burner.

“My teacher…”

Scarlet carnations. Varying flowers bloomed all-year-round, yet this species was one of her favorites. It’s a shame it only grows under rare conditions… The fact that her professor took the time out of her day to handpick this uncommon blossom tickles her fancy. Edelgard held the singular plant close to her chest, her lilac hues sparkling. A tinge of red discoloration occurred on her cheeks as a genuine toothy grin broke out.

“Thank you.”

Byleth returned a smile of her own and, after caressing her girlfriend’s face, pecked her lips.

“Anything for you, El.”

The next day lazily transitioned into their present. At the monastery, for once, Rhea had nothing for the students of Black Eagle. Every month they were given a special operation to attend to thanks to their fearsome authority and raw strength. However, this month’s tasks were handed off to both Hanneman and the Blue Lions. One would expect the students and elder professor to be disgruntled. Fortunately, they showcased the complete opposite, Dimitri valiantly taking charge of their responsibilities.

“I would love to give you some time to relax, Professor,” Dimitri cautiously reeled his wooden lance back. At the training ground, the young prince crouched, beads of sweat crawled down on the side of his face. He moistened his lips, the older female adjusting her offensive posture with the wooden sword. “I think it’s fair that we take turns with these missions.”

It was a blessing in disguise. Were the stars and planets aligned?

“I’m not sure, kiddo, but you should seriously take this opportunity to enjoy yourself.” Jeralt shrugged his shoulders and shook his head after hearing his daughter’s question. Soon, he playfully tapped the back of his hand on Byleth’s head. “Don’t overwork yourself. You should go spend some time with Lady Edelgard.”

And so, she took his advice to heart. Both Dimitri and Jeralt encouraged the teal-haired to recharge for the upcoming month. Besides, the two knew very well that she and Edelgard should spend some private moments with one another. Romance had no place in times of conflict. Everyone knew that. Yet this rare tranquil moment offered repose to their tired and weary souls. The Black Eagles were able to kick back and revert to their childish natures. As for these two, Byleth and Edelgard immediately gobbled up this scarce time for each other.

What better way than to provide another surprise present to Edelgard’s doorstep?

“These are so pretty…”

Scarlet carnations. This time, there was not one, but five of them. A small band neatly clumped the botanical organism as the noble glanced down at the vermillion depths. She brought them up close, gave it a whiff, and beamed. They not only smelled lovely, but they were also as healthy as they could be.

“I must say, I’m surprised you managed to grow these here on monastery’s ground.”

“It takes time and patience.”

Or could it be from luck? Whatever it was, the house leader treasured these scarlet carnations in her bedroom.

Students that shuffled by her opened bedroom would spot the precious flowers resting in a simple vase. It’s a bold proclamation from the future emperor that her professor had bestowed a wonderful gift to her life. Every single time Edelgard returns to her dormitory, she would always leap onto her bed, sink her elbows into the mattress, rest her chin on the palm of her hands, and stare in awe at the carnations. Both of her feet would occasionally tap and bump their toes with each other as she daydreams about her girlfriend.

‘ It would be wonderful if they were a common flower… Though its rarity is a part of its charm. ‘

The days began to crawl onward at a snail-like pace. Lectures were conducted on weekdays, seminars were hosted on the weekends, hobbies were pursued, and bonding activities were played out. However…

“U-Um… Byleth?”

Scarlet carnations… again. And— wait a minute, are there other flowers mixed into the bouquet? Edelgard lowered the carefully wrapped present in her grip, her brows horizontally straightened as she stared at Byleth. Gifting is a pleasant event in one’s life. However, there is such a thing as one too many gifts… and it so just happens to be from the older female. Sweat flew out of the house leader’s head as stars twinkled from Byleth’s direction. The corner of Edelgard’s mouth twitched.

“…thank you for the flowers.”

This was the tenth time Byleth had given her these blossoms. Though they are her favorite, isn’t this an overkill? Other floral species mingled in too. That doubled the overkill. Her shoulders slumped and a resigned sigh slipped out. When her instructor’s features offered subtle hints of puzzlement, Edelgard immediately piped in with a tiny smile.

“I think these are plenty. I hope you do understand that there is only so much room I have for them.”

It appears that her message has been relayed appropriately. The scarlet carnations came no more afterward. Edelgard will miss the one-sided gifting from her older girlfriend… Although it was a joyful time spent, realistically-speaking, this was applying pressure on the receiver’s end.

“Byleth...”

Dear goodness, the flowers stopped coming, but randomized gifts were provided to the girl in its stead. Everything ranging from vital instruments for documentations and a map of Fodlan to obscure items about fishing and leisure activities was thrust to Edelgard. Edelgard was unsure of how to take it all in, especially with a How-To textbook on “making friends with your enemies” she received just now. She gulped and hugged the worn hardcopy.

“Byleth, I think these gifts are fabulous, but you know I don’t need most of them.”

“?”

“I’m being serious.”

“…”

Disappointment scrawled all over Byleth’s facial features. Perhaps it was too much of an overkill… Gifting is an act of making another person happy. She had done so with other students, but perhaps even more so with her girlfriend. What the socially awkward woman had forgotten was the importance of gifting. Having it done every single day for the past 20 days might have led her action with a negative connotation. There was also the hassle Edelgard had to bear too. Right now, her bedroom is cluttered. Claude would always loudly whistle whenever he peeked into her opened room.

“Never knew you were such a hoarder, Edelgard.”

“I am not!”

“You sure about that?”

“Ugh, Claude, just get out of here.”

The growth of her clutter came to a complete stop after she spoke to her professor. Days began to tick by as the gifts that once occurred on a daily basis cease to exist. Edelgard rolled on her mattress, her fingers scrunching the vermillion blanket within her grasp upon stopping on her side. She narrowed her eyes. It would be a lie to say that she did not miss Byleth’s frequent presents. Edelgard never had anyone reward nor selflessly provide a gift in her entire life. When they did, it was because of a birthday celebration. Nothing more, nothing less. Byleth was the first one to break that mold.

“Um… I hope you like it.”

Another gift. This time, Byleth imparted a teddy bear to the young lady. The stuffed animal was large enough to comfortable hug without sacrificing quality. Byleth shifted her feet as she murmured,

“I made it myself.”

Edelgard examined the creature. She tilted her head, stared at it some more, and twinkled.

“This is well-made. It reminds me of you.”

Then, she pressed her lips on the tip of the bear’s nose. Byleth’s face became as red as a beet from witnessing the intimate action. Her girlfriend mentioned that the stuffed animal reminded her of Byleth… What was that supposed to mean?

Whatever it was, Byleth was at least grateful that her gift went through. The sight of Edelgard’s cheery disposition was contagious; it would even infect members from the other houses. This viral infection came to attach itself to the professor too. She began to tear down her emotional stunted growth and let its wings fly for freedom of expression after spending the majority of her spare time with the Adrestian Empire’s princess. (Sothis seems pleased with the progression.)

Byleth reached over to rub Edelgard’s head. The white-haired immediately caved into the warmth and nuzzled as if she were a cat. This made Byleth chuckle.

“Since we’re almost at the end of the month, I think you have room for one more present.”

“?”

The plushie dropped to the ground. Edelgard’s eyes nearly boggled out of its sockets when her teacher retracted her hand and began to strip her armor. Granted, they were inside the noble’s dormitory. There was no one out in the hallway nor was anyone planning to return back to this second floor for a long while. When the student rushed to slam the door shut, Byleth had begun to peel off her tights. Redness boiled over Edelgard’s face as she tried to form a coherent sentence.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’ve saved the best present for you.”

To make her point even more obvious, Byleth pointed at herself. This caused a mini-mushroom explosion to implode over Edelgard’s head.

“#$*%&#$@!!!”

The back-to-back gifting had not prepared her for the rest of today. Byleth was always so unpredictable... Not that she minded, of course.