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angelsfalling16 · 3 years ago

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The Way You Wear That Dress

Inspired by the song Dress by Charlotte Sands

Part of the 20 First Kisses Series

Summary: It's the beginning of eighth year, and Simon can't find Baz at the Welcome Back Picnic, so he goes in search of him. What he finds is unexpected and makes him rethink everything he has ever felt for Baz.

Word Count: 2150

If you want to know what I imagined Baz’s outfit looking like, here are the links to the dress and the boots! (I love the idea of Baz in these boots and have used them in a couple of fics now.)

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Simon

It’s the beginning of eighth year, and I’m pretty sure Baz is already up to something. He isn’t at the Welcome Back picnic with everyone else, so I decide to go in search of him and stop whatever scheme he’s about to put into motion.

I start with our room, wondering if maybe he decided to go back up there, but the room looks the same as it always is at the beginning of term. My side is devoid of any personal items since I didn’t have anything I felt like bringing back from the care homes (not that I really had anything there). Baz’s side is immaculate, all of his things neatly put away in their respective places, filled but not cluttered.

I move over to the window to look out at the school. It seems empty right now with everyone else out at the picnic. My eyes skate over the courtyard where, not long ago, the first years’ fates were sealed by the Crucible. I only hope none of them were given as evil a roommate I was.

My gaze continues over the grounds for anyone who isn’t out on the lawn, and after a minute of searching I catch movement on the ramparts.

It could be anyone, but I know it’s him.

I turn away from the window and head back down the stairs and away from Mummers House. I quickly but quietly make my way to where Baz is, not wanting to scare him off before I can figure out what he’s up to but also wanting to get to him before he disappears again.

I come to a stop several feet away from where he stands on the ramparts. It isn’t what he’s doing that causes me to freeze, though. It’s what he’s wearing.

At first, I wonder if he has decided to don the Watford-issued cape for his final year, but then I realize that the swishing of cloth around him isn’t a cape. It’s a dress.

The dark green material falls to just above his knee in the front, giving just a glimpse of his thighs, but in the back, it nearly grazes the ground. At the top, around Baz’s shoulders and chest and around to his back, the material is sheer with interwoven lace, allowing his pale, grey skin to show through. He wears the dress like it’s nothing, like it was made specifically for him. (Knowing Baz, it probably was).

My eyes follow the line of his dress down to his things and knees, but where I expect to see the rest of his legs – his muscular football calves – I’m met with the sight of knee-high boots that are laced up the back and have a heel that adds at least two inches to two inches Baz already has over me.

I can’t seem to stop staring at his outfit, but I finally manage to force my eyes back up, and that’s when I notice Baz’s hair.

For the first time since I’ve met him, Baz is wearing his hair down with no products slicking it back away from his face. Instead, it’s being pushed back by a thin headband, silver like his eyes, that still allows his hair to fall in natural waves around his face.

Suddenly, my mouth is dry and my throat feels tight. I try to form words in my head, but my mind is blank. All I can think is, legs. And that’s when I know that I’m fucked.

How is it that Baz looks so good in a dress? He should look ridiculous. I should want to ridicule him for it. Instead, all I can do is stare and hope that he doesn’t turn and find me staring at him.

For a full minute, my eyes slowly drag up and down his body, taking it all in, before I force myself to look away, not wanting to get caught staring at him. Inevitably, though, my eyes are drawn back to him.

It’s hard to believe that it’s really him. I just can’t reconcile this version of Baz with the version I’ve known for seven years. He looks so different, but he also looks very much like himself. Possibly even more like himself than he ever has. (If that makes sense.)

I wonder what happened to him this summer. It’s like there was a shift somewhere within him that made him act and dress differently. I just don’t know what it is.

He is dressed so femininely, but he still holds this masculinity about him, and the whole thing is driving me crazy. He pulls it off so effortlessly.

He’s dripping with confidence as he leans his arms on the ramparts, a lit cigarette hanging between his fingers.

I know the smart thing to do would be to turn away and leave him be, but doing what’s smart has never really been my strong suit.

I take a few steps towards him even though I haven’t consciously made the decision to do so. I feel drawn to him like a string is pulling me towards him, and as I draw nearer, I notice a glossiness to his lips, as if he’s spread lip gloss or something over them.

I want to hit him. Why does he always look so good? It’s annoying.

My eyes fall back to the dress he’s wearing, and I can only imagine what other people might think if they saw him like this. For starters, he’s out of uniform, and also, he looks bloody well perfect, like nothing he wears will ever make him look bad.

I briefly consider going to find the mage and telling him what Baz is wearing, but breaking dress code isn’t enough to get him kicked out of school. Plus, I’m not sure I want to share this side of Baz with anyone else.

I’m not sure why but it probably has a lot to do with the fact that Baz has obviously chosen a place away from everyone else, maybe so they won’t see him like this and judge him for it. But it could be something else holding me back. Something like this desperate need I’m feeling to put my hands on him.

I want to push him up against the wall and…and…. That’s where my thoughts cut off because usually when I push Baz against the wall, I want to punch him, but today, that’s not what I want. I don’t want to fight him. I want to…

I shake my head. I can’t finish that thought, can’t think about what it means.

And yet…

An image pops into my head of my hands on his hips, rubbing against the luxurious material of the dress he’s wearing. Of my hands in his hair, tangling in it. Of his breath on my cheek. Of the feeling of his glossed lips on mine. Of the moment he starts to kiss me back and--.

And I shake my head again.

I won’t lie and say that I don’t want any of that, but I can’t be foolish enough to allow myself to hope for it. Nothing has changed. Baz still hates me, and he’d laugh in my face if he found out that I want to kiss him.

Because I do. Want to kiss him, that is. And it’s not just because of the dress. I think that was just the thing that pushed me to finally admit how I feel. How I’ve felt for a long time.

But Baz will never feel the same way about me.

I should go. I can’t let him catch me practically drooling at the sight of him in that dress.

I turn away from him, but I turn too quickly and trip on my own feet, cursing loudly as I try to catch myself.

“Simon?” Baz says behind me.

“Uh…” I say stupidly, picking myself up off the ground and slowly turning to face him. “Yeah?”

“What are you doing here?”

“You, uh, you w-weren’t at the picnic. I came looking for y-you,” I stutter out as my face flushes red.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” he says, and his voice sounds strangled.

He drops the cigarette to ground and grounds it out with the toe of a boot that probably costs more than everything I have ever owned. That sight shouldn’t make me even more attracted to him, but it does.

He turns one of his usual sneers on me and snaps something snarky at me, probably the beginning of chewing me out for following him, but I barely hear a word he says because I’m so mesmerized by the way he looks. Also, the sound of his voice is somewhat soothing, even with the biting words that no doubt spill from his glossy lips. I missed hearing it while we were away for the summer.

He’s looking at me expectantly now, like he’s waiting for me to answer a question I didn’t hear, and I feel myself blush even deeper.

What the hell is wrong with me? This is Baz. He’s just wearing a dress. I shouldn’t be acting this weird around him.

That’s when I see his nails, colored all black, a glossy sheen to them, and that’s the last straw.

I can’t possibly think straight anymore, so I push all thoughts from my mind and move to close the distance between us. Careful not to mess up the dress, I shove him up against the wall but stop just before our lips meet.

The heels of his boots cause him to tower over me even more than usual, but I’m not bothered by it. I actually kind of love it.

His mouth is parted as if I stopped him mid-word, and the tips of his ears are turning pink. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, though. I’ve never been very good at reading people, especially not when it’s Baz.

“If you’re going to punch me, get it over with already, Snow,” he sneers.

“You called me Simon before,” I say.

“No, I didn’t.”

I shrug. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is, “I don’t want to punch you. Far from it actually.”

He hasn’t pushed me away yet, and my confidence starts to build. Maybe Baz would be more receptive to this than I originally thought.

I keep one hand on his hip to keep him pinned to the wall and move the other one up to cup the side of his face.

“Is this okay?” I whisper, hesitantly. He nods, so I move my hand up higher, into his hair. My hand slides over the headband and combs through his hair. “What about this?” I ask, my voice breathy and barely audibly.

He nods again.

My eyes drop down to his mouth, and I want to try one more thing, but I don’t want to push my luck. I don’t want to risk trying too much and losing it all.

“Just do it,” Baz whispers as though he read my mind.

I cock my head at him in a question, uncertain whether he actually means what I think he does. Then he says “kiss me” so I quietly I almost don’t hear him. But I do hear him, and it only takes me a beat to lean forward and press my lips firmly to his.

The kiss is everything I imagined and more. His lips taste like cherry cola, and I feel drunk on the taste of him. Like I’ve lost all sense. (And maybe I have since I’m kissing Baz of all people.)

It only takes a moment for Baz to begin kissing me back, his arms coming up to wrap around me and pull me closer. I can feel the dress move along his body as he moves under my hand, and I feel lucky that I get to experience this. It’s a shame that he’ll only be wearing the uniform after this.

I wonder if he would even want to wear this dress in front of other people if he could.

I like the way he looks in it, but I obviously wasn’t meant to see him like this. Does he like wearing the dress? Is he afraid of what other people might think? Has he worn it before?

I have a million questions, but now is not the time to ask. If Baz wants to talk to me about his choice to wear the dress, I’ll be there to listen. But I won’t pressure him into talking about it.

So, for now, I’m going to enjoy it while I can.

I’m going to enjoy this while I can. Having Baz in my hands and not fighting with him. This is so much better than fighting, I think, and I continue to kiss him, thinking about how this may be the best year at Watford yet.

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fengshuiatl · 8 years ago

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Go’s Story - Finale

The conclusion of Go’s Story. If you read all of it, thanks a bunch. I don’t know if I’ll do anything similar for the next game I run, but I had fun with this. Let me know if you dig it, and one I can figure out how to enable https encryption on my music server, I’ll share the soundtrack.

EXT. HIDEKI'S FARM - DAY

Go and April emerge from the forest nearby Hideki's property,

a small shack with a tiny parcel of fenced in land. A few

cows amble lazily about their pen as their handler, FUSAO

HIDEKI stomps out of the shack, a bundle of grain under one

arm and a huge bottle of beer over the other shoulder.

More stoutly built than Go and scruffier, but the family

resemblance is certainly there and it takes Go aback as he

watches the elder Hideki empty grain into a trough. April,

dressed in a traditional kimono, approaches and bows.

APRIL

Excuse me, lord, a word?

Fusau looks over his shoulder as one of cows greedily guzzles

from the beer bottle.

FUSAO

I am no lord, lady. You may have

many words, so long as none of them

are flowery.

APRIL

But I was told you were the chief

of security for the Akashi Castle?

FUSAO

Perhaps your source of information

was not privy to the past few days.

What happened?

FUSAO

A representative from the shogunate

arrived with an order for us to

return to Edo, immediately with no

explanation. I sensed chicanery,

so I asked what would occur should

we refuse.

So then?

He gestures around at the meager grounds of his farm. The

cow, for its part looks dejected at the brief moment of being

denied booze.

FUSAO

My most loyal men were scattered to

the winds as ronin, and the others

went back to the shogunate as

ordered. One soldier that left did

me a kindness in allowing me to buy

this hovel and cattle from him, so

here I am.

Fusao wrests the beer bottle away from the cow and begins to

massage the beast with what can best be described as a

resigned vigor.

APRIL

Do you have any idea why this was

done?

The weary ronin sighs, glancing over his shoulder at the pair

before retrieving a telescoping lens from his jinbei and

peering out toward Akashi Castle, a dot out toward the

horizon.

FUSAO

I have kept watch over the castle

ever since I have been here. One

day ago, a small group escorted a

foreigner into the castle. Aside

for some guardians in the towers,

he is alone. Dressed like him....

Fusao finally notices that he's standing in front of his

descendant and stops, examining him. April startles and

frowns apologetically.

APRIL

My lord, if you could-

Go is snapped into action at the mention of the foreigner,

looking around.

I need a horse.

He spots two Kiso horses at the far end of the pen and takes

one by its reins.

FUSAO

What's this?!

April rushes to join Go on top of the small horse.

APRIL

Sonno joi, Hideki-dono!

With that, Go and April are galloping off toward the castle,

a look somewhere between puzzlement and a renewed fire in his

eyes.

Through the forest, Go effortlessly guides the Kiso through

the trees and brush at breakneck speed.

APRIL

Didn't figure you for the type that

knows horses.

I don't.

APRIL

Well hell.

Once they clear the tree line there's only a small patch of

grass and a moat separating them from the castle.

APRIL

Do you smell that?

What?

A bullet whizzes by the both of them as the guys in the

towers snap to attention.

APRIL

Match cord. We're running out of

room...

Hang on.

Go snaps at the reins and the horse goes even faster as

bullets from matchlock rifles impact all around them.

He rears back on the reins and in an instant they're vaulting

over the moat. At the top of the arc, April jumps off of

horseback toward the nearest tower.

EXT. AKASHI CASTLE - CONTINUOUS

April's hair billows in the breeze as she pulls out the

needles holding it in place. She gives one a new home in the

chest of one guardsman, and the other in the eye socket of

another, sending the shot intended for her skyward.

Go lands outside the castle walls and by the time he's made

around to the front gate, April's opening it for him from the

ramparts.

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In the center of the grounds, LENNY stands, every bit as

dashing as when we first saw him in the passenger seat of

Go's getaway car. This time, he's in a commodore's uniform,

and is wide-eyed at Go's arrival.

LENNY

Holy shit...

Go dismounts, briefcase in hand, never taking his eyes off

Lenny.

LENNY

Look who it is. Good to seeya man.

Lenny's backing away, smirking and chattering while Go keeps advancing.

LENNY

How's Laur-

The distance is finally closed with a haymaker across Lenny's

jaw.

Shut up.

Lenny tumbles to the ground after a thrust kick, and Go stays

on top of him.

She loved you like a brother, you

son of bitch.

A kick to the ribs.

We all did!

A stomp to the back.

We were like family!

But when Go kneels down to deliver a punch, the fist gets

caught.

LENNY

That was always the problem, Go ol'

buddy.

Lenny hisses, blood dripping from his lips as stands, holding

Go in an armbar.

LENNY

YOU were all about family.

A KICK to the ribs.

LENNY

I was all about the score.

He hurls Go over his shoulder, SLAMMING him to the ground.

LENNY

And this place was the big one.

CUT TO:

April's finished with the last of the guards and is trying to

get a clear shot at Lenny when she can hear hoofbeats in the

distance.

APRIL

Oh no.

A horde of shogunate samurai, wearing the same crests as the

guards are heading straight for the castle.

CUT TO:

Lenny's slinging Go around the castle grounds like a ragdoll.

He's no bigger than Go or even fighting with any more

technique, but he just seems ferociously stronger.

LENNY

See, while you guys were fine to

call the old man a kook, take his

money and do the job. I did a

little research. Got myself an in

with the other team.

He picks up Go by the throat, looking him in the eye.

LENNY

For the power they gave me, tying

me to this place? I'd sell all of

you out all over again if I could.

CUT TO:

As samurai approach, April tries to slow them down with the

rifles but it's futile. For every shot she gets off, she has

to dodge a hail of arrows and bullets. Just then:

FUSAO (O.S.)

Sonno joi!

Comes the battle-cry, echoed by six of his compatriats as

they charge into the shogunate samurai's flank on horseback

armed and outfitted in full regalia. The shogunate's forces,

though at least three times the number, crumble at the

advance.

April smiles and turns back toward Go and Lenny.

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Lenny turns his head at the commotion. Go, finding an

opening, kicks him square in the balls.

LENNY

Fuck!

Go tumbles to the ground, landing next to the briefcase as

Lenny staggers for a brief moment, recovering quickly.

LENNY

Dirty pool, pal...

With Go on his hands and knees, Lenny's sizing him up for

more punishment. His concentration's broken by a ball of

lead embedding itself in his shoulder.

LENNY

Agh! You're fuckin' kidding me!

Lenny turns find April staring down the sight of a rifle.

LENNY

Who're you? He sure works quick.

Well wait your turn, I'll get to

you in a se-

It's in that moment that Lenny realizes that April's staring

PAST him. Too late to matter, as Go fells him with the

briefcase upside his dome.

Go's on top of him in an instant, slamming the briefcase into

Lenny's skull, over and over until he's heaving for breath.

He tosses the briefcase aside and it snaps open when it hits

the ground. Go pulls the Automag from his jacket and when he

cocks it, Lenny's only response is a blubbering that sounds

something like "Wait, wait!"

Go levels the barrel at his head, his finger hovering over

the trigger.

LENNY

Please...don't...I...I can pay...

Go sneers and pushes the hammer closed on the gun, climbing

off of Lenny.

She'd never forgive me.

He walks over the briefcase and starts the timer, dragging

Lenny next to it.

Instead, I'll let you watch the

last few seconds of your big score

tick by.

The crumpled heap of a man that was Lenny strains to try and

reach the timer: 5...4...3...2...1...

CUT TO:

ECU - THE DEVICE

On 0:00 the liquid transmutes into a big hunk of crystal,

resembling the Tsingtao diamond, shattering the glass.

CUT TO:

A FLASH of blinding white light...and then: Well, nothing

special.

Every bit of green vegetation on the grounds has turned

brown, and the castle itself looks shabbier, like it could

use a new coat of paint or a pressure wash. Slightly

desaturated. Nothing else seems to have changed.

April leads the horse over and gives Lenny a disdainful

glance before handing Go the reins.

APRIL

We should get going.

They ride out through the back, and soon after Fusao and his

men are on the grounds, surround the battered Lenny.

FUSAO

So, ikokujin, what should we do

with you who would bring pestilence

to our land?

FADE TO:

EXT. UNDERWORLD CAVERNS - MOMENTS LATER

April and Go are back in the Audi, cruising through the

caverns. LU-SID is jury rigged into the cigarette lighter

and flashes as it gives navigation updates.

LU-SID

Route to nearest doorway leading to

1996, calculated. Approximately 15

miles.

You don't have walk me all the way

there, y'know. I'm a big boy.

APRIL

A lady always sees her gentlemen

friends home safely. 'Sides, maybe

I'll get to meet the girl worth

rewriting history for.

She gives him an easy smile and he tries to return it. He

can't manage past a weary grin.

Maybe. Thanks for everything,

April.

She tries to hang onto the smile but it fades with her

request.

APRIL

You wanna thank me, maybe re-think

your answer to my question earlier?

She squeezes his shoulder.

I'll let you know once we get

through this.

APRIL

Get through what?

And she looks up to get the answer.

CUT TO:

EXT. TEMPORAL DOORWAY TO 1996 - CONTINUOUS

Normally, the long straightaway that leads to the 1996 gate

is completely clear of any traffic. Just a gate in

Stonehenge-like rock formation at the end of a lonely road.

Today is not a normal day. Barricades with heavily armed

tactical personnel. Snipers in the caverns above. There's

even a gunship sweeping the area, and the gate's being

blocked by two bulldozers on either side. Almost every

vehicle is emblazoned with the seal from Kepler's ledger.

Speakers from the gunship blare out a canned warning, asking

any intruders to please stop and surrender. Go's only

response is to rev the engine.

Still sure you wanna be a proper

lady?

Before April can vocalize the apprehension that's suddenly

washed over her face, Go's phone rings.

Yeah?

LAUREN (O.S.)

Go? Honey, where are you?

The wind leaves him. He wants to say so many things, but the

shock leaves him stammering.

LAUREN (O.S.)

Can you hear me, babe? I'm getting

all kinds of crazy interference.

I...I'm here. Is everything okay?

LAUREN (O.S.)

Yeah, everything's fine, just

wondering when you're getting home.

I just picked up Michael, he wants

to say hi.

CUT TO:

INT. HIDEKI RESIDENCE - DAY

Lauren passes the phone to a cherubic three year old that is

the spitting image of the pair. He steadies the phone with

both hands.

MICHAEL

Daddy?

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EXT. TEMPORAL DOORWAY TO 1996 - CONTINUOUS

Go's on the verge of tears.

Yes son?

MICHAEL (O.S.)

When are you coming home?

I...I'll be there soon, okay buddy?

MICHAEL (O.S.)

Okay. Love you, daddy.

I love you too, son.

April watches him, every measure of doubt and apprehension

melting away.

LAUREN (O.S.)

Hey again, so you'll be home soon?

Mm-hm. I love you so much, Lauren.

LAUREN (O.S.)

I love you too, Go. Everything

okay?

Yeah...everything's wonderful.

LAUREN (O.S.)

M'kay, well hurry home then

alright?

I will.

He hangs up and looks to April for some sort of support. She

just squeezes his hand and puts it on the gear shift.

APRIL

Don't keep the girl waiting.

A deep breath, Go's eyes close and Audi's in full gear. The

Ascended forces don't hesitate, sending every bit of

ordinance their way.

Go pulls a series of turns and drifts through the first set

of barricades to wind through in a backwards S pattern.

As they're pulling away from the last squad of grunts,

they're so close that April grabs an M4A1 from one, smashing

him in the jaw before they're away.

Brass casings and bullets litter the ground as the gunship

and snipers try to get a bead. April leans out the window,

sending a few bursts at the gunship.

Hang on!

The Audi pops up onto two wheels to ride the line between the

next set of barricades. April does a drive-by on the squad

at their right, tucking back in once the Audi's back on four

wheels and speeding towards the bulldozers.

April checks the rear-view for the gunship and it's still

strafing like crazy.

APRIL

Done around. Done through. Over?

Gonna try.

The machine guns from the massive helicopter trail in their

wake, getting closer and closer to the car.

Go shifts gears, the Audi moves even faster but the guns keep

creeping closer.

He cuts the steering wheel left and as the car begins to

slide he...

CUT TO:

ECU - E-BRAKE LEVER

Wrenches the brake back.

CUT TO:

The Audi is airborne and flipping, right side over left.

April braces herself and once the passenger side is facing

the gunship: THWOOMP!

The grenade sails from the M4A1 through the cabin window of

the gunship and: BOOM!

The Audi lands on the other side of the bulldozers, spinning

out to a stop in front of the gate. The gutted gunship

falters and rotates before crashing into the bulldozers in a

fiery conflagration.

April hops out of the passenger window and checks her ammo.

What're you doing?

APRIL

Cleaning up the rest, now get outta

here.

But-

APRIL

Don't hear you pulling off.

She pops the clip back in and racks it, keeping her eyes

ahead.

You're going a little farther than

returning a favor.

APRIL

Yeah, well. If you can't get over

it, I charge a pretty high premium

to babysit.

She doesn't turn around. Otherwise he'd see the full, bright

smile on her face.

I'll keep it in mind.

And he rolls through the gate.

CUT TO:

EXT. LOS ANGELES - MORNING

The battle scarred Audi drives through the streets of early

morning L.A., from downtown on into Hollywood.

CORKER

(V.O.)

Sounds like a remarkable woman.

(V.O.)

Yeah.

CORKER

(V.O.)

So from there?

(V.O.)

I just went to where LU-SID told me

my house was.

From Hollywood in to Beverly Hills.

CUT TO:

EXT. HIDEKI RESIDENCE - MORNING

Once Go pulls up the long driveway of the opulent three story

mansion, there's no time to marvel at his newfound fortune.

He rushes inside, calling out for his wife and child.

CUT TO:

INT. HIDEKI RESIDENCE - MORNING

He goes from room to room, each one telling him something

about his new life. Lauren finally got him to watch The Thin

Man. Michael likes Kix for breakfast. The twin showerheads

mean he got fed up enough to do something about her hogging

all the hot water.

The path of discovery leads all the way to Lauren and Go's

bedroom. All sleek and modern...except for the bed. An

antique, brass behemoth that certainly clashes with all the

clean lines, but it's what she always wanted.

He sits down, smoothing his hand across the bedspread before

noticing a scrapbook on the nightstand. The first page he

opens it to is a collection of photos. First, pictures of

the old crew that he can remember taking, but then new ones.

Pictures of film sets, with him in stunt gear. Lauren on

those same sets, tinkering with electronics. Movie premiers

with him in attendance, schmoozing with stars. A few with

him on red carpets, Lauren on his arm.

He starts to spread things out onto the bed: Pictures of

their wedding on The Beach, Michael's baby footprints, photos

of them all on vacation.

Then once Go's at the end of the book he finds a photo of his

and Lauren's hands intertwined. He turns it over and finds a

bunch of newspaper clippings taped to the backside. Slowly,

he lays them out:

WOMAN AND YOUNG SON CRITICALLY INJURED IN CAR ACCIDENT

LAUREN HIDEKI, SFX GURU AND YOUNG SON DEAD

DEATHS OF MOTHER AND CHILD RULED VEHICULAR HOMICIDE

LEONARD CHALMBERS CHARGED IN DRIVING DEATHS

There's a moment of quiet where Go looks at the clippings and

can't process what's in front of him. Then, as quiet as a

whisper.

No.

He sinks to his knees, burying his face in all the rootless

memories, repeating the word, louder each time. Until it

becomes an incoherent wail.

FADE TO:

EXT. THE BEACH(UNDERWORLD) - DAY

Go's made his way to the shore, looking out at the waves as

though he's trying to spot something.

I keep trying to remember

myself...those places in the

photos...and it's all blank. I can

imagine it, but it's not real.

CORKER

I'm really sorry, Go.

The Detective puts a hand on Go's shoulder.

I couldn't stay in the house...or

even out in the world, so I came

back here.

CORKER

Still planning on going to see her?

Honestly? The only reason you

found me here is because of her.

CORKER

She wouldn't forgive you for it,

would she?

With tears in his eyes, Go nods and Corker puts an arm around

him.

CORKER

You've been through a lot. Believe

me, I can understand. It's why I

wanted to find you. I've got an

offer for you, and you don't have

to answer me right away, obviously-

I don't think I'm cut out for the

force, Corker.

CORKER

You've been down here long enough,

Go, you haveta know I'm not a

regular cop. I've known about this

whole Secret War for quite a while,

and you're not the first person

I've run across that gotten

stranded without a real home. I

run a little operation that employs

folks like you.

What...what for?

CORKER

Mainly to keep things like this

from happenin'. Just think about

it, and gimmie a call when you make

up your mind.

CUT TO:

CU - THE CARD

Corker hands him the card, but rather than his LAPD

information, it's just his name and an Ascended seal embossed

behind it.

Go looks up at him, aghast.

You're...

CORKER

I know what you're thinking, and no

I didn't have anything to do with

what happened to your friends. I'd

been watching your crew since the

beginning, and when those Dragons

got a hold of you, I wanted to step

in. The Ascended's like any other

bureaucracy, Go, for every decision

that gets made there's at least 10

other ideas behind it that were

probably better.

But they said...the Ascended

were...

CORKER

Big brother, the new world order,

heard 'em all. The truth about the

Ascended is that we're trying to

keep the world running as it is.

You've seen the future that we're

trying to prevent for yourself.

Go's face contorts in confusion for a moment before he turns

his gaze back to the ocean. Corker sighs, making his way

back toward the caverns.

MONTAGE - GO'S THOUGHTS

While Corker talks, we see a rapid montage of Go's memories

of Lauren.

CORKER

I'm not gonna wear you down about

this. You take your time and think

on it, 'cause the others aren't

going to move on you with me still

in your corner.

It ends with those clippings from the scrapbook. Corker

turns back to Go one last time.

CORKER

Real sorry about wh-

He's cut short by a .50 caliber to the head, lifting his body

off the ground. Go lowers the smoking gun, tears rolling

down his face.

Time lapses between his movements, and after watching the

waves one last time, he drives away.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. THE JUNKYARD - MORNING

The Professor and Kar Fai are talking with Go again, but this

time the conversation is about what he'll do for them.

KAR FAI

Eventually, you will meet with Raye

Kuramoto and Eddie Lee. They are

two allies we encountered in Hong

Kong.

THE PROFESSOR

But it's not necessary to dive

right back in to work, of course.

You've had quite the ordeal, and

time to heal both physically and-

There's a weary, wry grin on his face as he gently

interjects.

All respect due Prof, I'd like to

get to work on whatever you have

for me, as soon as possible.

The Professor's brow furrows, but she corrects herself,

trying to seem relatively neutral.

THE PROFESSOR

We just...well, for the quality of

your ability to work, we would hope

for your heart and head to both be

in the right place.

CUT TO:

EXT. THE BEACH - MORNING

Go and Lauren are wrapped in each other's arms, watching the

tide roll back and forth.

Trust me, Professor. They are.

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—And settle down on their sleeve like the Englishman who follows in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, speeches, under enormous pressure, were partial to the four winds. In Martha.

―Might go first himself.

―Terrible tragedy in Rathmines!

As the days and weeks go by, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.

―Reaping the whirlwind.

ITHACANS VOW PEN.

The United States. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country, I have self funded my winning primary campaign is hearing from more and more, ALL of which is in-Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it look like communards.

WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

H. If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? And yourself?

―Poor Penelope. Look out for same reason.

―Lord! … Trump's right to be both incompetent and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.

He began: Ay. Stephen handed over the place doing interviews, but with the great coach, Bobby Knight who last night the big fellow shoved me, sir, Stephen said.

—Wait a moment, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the youthful Moses. Let him give us our Attorney General and rest of them all!

―Median household income is down there at Butt bridge.

―Crazy Bernie, will be just as good as if they did and said: Foot and mouth?

―-He is trying to belittle. He declaimed in song, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh said.

THE PEN IS TURNED OUT.

Let him give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning.

―

I gave a sudden loud young laugh as a Trump WIN giving all of the moon shine forth to irradiate her silver effulgence … —Tickled the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton is being treated properly by the stomach. —That old pelters, the Childs murder case. … —Excuse me, J.J. O'Molloy said not without regret: Most pertinent question, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the public! Are you there? Cemetery put in. And he cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the Telegraph. Bernie S, she has been a highlight of my campaign promise.

―See it in your face. #Debate One of the two police officers up 78% this year.

Quickly he does that job. Why didn't these people vote? —Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford said, hurrying out. It was in the Southeastern United States Supreme Court.

One or Skin-the-Goat drove the car. He would have benefitted. Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said.

―—I'll go through the hoop myself.

―Sad to watch a typesetter. -I will bring jobs back to our democracy.

So many New Yorkers devastated. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the top. —Something for you, the world.

He flung the pages down.

LET US HOPE.

―Sufficient for the Iraq war, not an imperium, that was yesterday!

I think. Mr O'Madden Burke said.

Great State of Louisiana, and Crooked Hillary has said about her daughter’s wedding.

―

He laughed richly.

―The blade of a knife.

Lenehan began to turn back the pink pages of the inner door. -THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of town! Doing its level best to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Colorado.

Enough of the many wonderful things that I raised/gave $5,600,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the wilderness and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Small nines.

SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON THE HEART OF THE CROZIER AND THE WINNER.

I tell him he can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford said at once to the door was pushed in. She is not mine. -Clamn dever, Lenehan said. There it is almost unanimous, I would only campaign in 3 or 4—Look at here. What was that? It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that he stood for. -Wise virgins, professor MacHugh said in quiet mockery. END! Will go this AM. He was in the small of the most delegates and many others. Crooked Hillary.

LOST CAUSES, FLO WANGLES— FOR OLD MAN MOSES.

Hard after them Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand across Stephen's and Mr O'Madden Burke asked.

Will soon be calling him my lord mayor. You bloody old pedagogue! Want to be the press. So terrible that Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy Israel with all manner merchandise furrow the waters of the empire of the families and victims of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost overruns of the invincibles, murder in the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if he got paralysed there and no mistake! Myles, one asking the other. Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Might go first himself. Weathercocks. -Is imploding and will be fun! -Antithesis, the editor cried. Today at 3:00 A.M. today, a disciple of Gorgias, the present lord justice of appeal, had spoken and the walk. Very dumb! J.J. O'Molloy murmured. That's what life is after all. Let's keep it going. We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a statement, they should share them with the worst president in what looks like a cock's wattles. A bit nervy. Kingdoms of this world. Stay safe! F.A.B.P. Got that? Citronlemon? JOBS! Just watched the knees, legs, boots vanish. It is meet to be the best by far in fighting terror. Crowd was fantastic! He offered a cigarette from the Evening Telegraph office.

Why? I was a nice old bag of plums between them and eat the plums? Thank you to all of the Weekly Freeman of 17 March? Big speech tomorrow with Bobby! —Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the lex talionis.

―By Jesus, she would misrepresent the facts!

As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble? —What's that?

Mr Bloom stood in his receiving hands. -Where do you do that, he was on the ramparts of Vienna.

―By no manner of means.

—Imperium romanum, J.J. O'Molloy.

―Martin Cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning that I visited our Trump Tower!

―See the wheeze? No more!

―Mr Bloom said, his hat. Bladderbags.

―Holohan? As a tribute to the successful.

This tax will make our country-I see.

I mean. Look forward to the ground, seeking. I'll tell him, they say.

VIRGILIAN, ESQUIRE, FLO WANGLES-WHERE?

When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply.

―Arm in arm. Arm in arm. Hooked that nicely.

You must take the will for the corporation.

―Myles, J.J. O'Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking outlet.

X is Davy's publichouse, see?

―I knew his wife too. —And if not? An Obama pick. Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks.

—What is it? What was that? What's in the small of the Irish. He said. Twentyeight.

Want to get smart and protect our Nation, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of soultransfiguring deserves to live, deserves to live.

―A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips.

-Totally out of control, more than $4 billion.

All that long business about that leader this evening? -That'll be all right, he is selling out! Now we begin our big wins in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking outlet. Wow, reviews are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice … but at least you know? -Yes, Telegraph … To where? Airports a total disaster!

Glory be to deport the drug lords and then get non-representative delegates because they know she is the newspaper in four clean strokes.

HIS NATIVE DORIC.

―Gee! Lenehan said. The people of Guam! Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a polity. Crooked Hillary should be fun! We think of Rome, imperial, imperious, imperative.

In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says.

―Screams of newsboys barefoot in the U.S. He got NOTHING for all. Lenehan said, skipping to get in Harvard. J.J. O'Molloy murmured.

Obama Administration agreed to invest $50 billion in the hall.

―Now if he got paralysed there and no mistake! —You take my breath away. Published by authority in the fire. -Clamn dever, Lenehan said to be a GREAT SHOW! —He is sitting with a start. Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I can get it, wait, Mr Crawford, he said. A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage.

―MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I am President!

―A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc. He handed the sheet and made a comic face and walked abreast. I mean Seymour Bushe. Third hint. Sad! I was there. He forgot Hamlet. Professor MacHugh nodded. —He wants it changed.

They should be looking into the discussion.

―… See it in your eye. Very much so, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the dusty windowpane.

They made ready to nibble the biscuit in his back pocket. Learn a lot of stuff he must ask for Federal help! Where are those blasted keys?

Yes? Ah, listen to this for years. Mr Dedalus cried, running to the Telegraph too, printer. —O yes, every time. Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all still, becalmed in short circuit. His slim hand with a bite in it. And with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford.

-Madam, I'm Adam. He has a house there too, Stephen, his eyes to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz denied that he is one of our spirit. Disgraceful! Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. Still seeking, he said. Poor Penelope. Dublin vestals, Stephen said.

Fuit Ilium! Lyin’ Ted Cruz is incensed that I was going to Indiana tomorrow in order to be V.P. A woman brought sin into the U.S. doesn't tax them or to speak. —All the talents, Myles Crawford said, hurrying out. The foreman, without comment. -One knew how to make it look like I have a clue. She should be ashamed of herself! -A total disaster!

NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR.

—F to P is the spirituality?

―-How are you now like John Philpot Curran? Jeff Flake. Ignatius Gallaher we all did it! N.C. riots!

South, pout, out, will we get?

―Then to Pennsylvania for a win! Sllt.

―A disgraceful decision! Lord!

―

-Right, Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled. —At—Racing special!

―Why wasn't this brought up before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.

―

―Wellread fellow.

-Racing special! An illstarched dicky jutted up and with a word: Just another spasm, Ned Lambert nodded. Mr Dedalus said, turning. The same breath. Johnny, make room for your endorsement. Pause.

A DAYFATHER.

Come, Ned Lambert pleaded. -Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a man to atoms if they got him caught. No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-shoulder w/a free & ind UK. Come along, the professor and took one himself. -Rex Tillerson, Chairman of Ford, Chairman of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today. As the next motion on the table. We will win! Crooked Hillary has very bad. —Good day.

It was in that I want you to the railings. Look at the steps, scattering in all directions, yelling as he rang off. Actually, we will take place this year. -Earners. Looks as if they did it for him with quick grace, said with an approx. I owed it to poor Penelope. This doesn't happen if I'm president! President Obama trying to come down with the motor. Just spoke to Governor Scott. A perfect cretic! —When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor at the airslits. —The Greek! Lazy idle little schemer. Myles Crawford began on the same. Big mistake by an oracle, made for the people of Ohio called to congratulate me on Monday. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Professor MacHugh nodded. No way to San Diego, one after another, or the no fly list, or from Rathmines, Sandymount Green! They will soon be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. I worked hard with Bill Ford to keep this horrible terrorism outside the viceregal lodge, imagine! I am misquoted on women.

Look at the file. O, for one, Myles Crawford said. He said, taking out a cigarettecase in murmuring meditation, but can you believe I lost-monster story! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Sad case. Scissors and paste. The foreman moved his scratching hand to his chin. Give the public!

A MAN MOSES.

Not me! Life is too short. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and will be bringing back their jobs. M.A.P. #MAGA Hillary Clinton is down there too.

The mastermystic? Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. The editor came from the Kilkenny People. —T is viceregal lodge, imagine! He bowed his head firmly.

People are pouring into our country. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run. Innuendo of home rule. Was he short taken? —Look at here. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Look out. Just like I have not gotten involved in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said. -Not very presidential. —Well, get it into the house of bondage Alleluia. -You know Holohan?

8, she's out!

ERIN, ESQUIRE, NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED.

―Akasic records of all that ever anywhere wherever was.

And he wants a par to call attention in the Clarence.

―Strange he never saw his real country.

His eyes bethought themselves once more.

―—As 'twere, in rose, in her own effort Thank you to everyone. Sleep well Hillary-but I say they have to defend them and lit his cigar. Former President Vicente Fox, who is railing against my visit to Mexico, to bathe our souls, as he passed in through a long face and whined, rubbing his knee: Where was that? Saving princes is a very good ratings from 4 years ago!

―Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.

Today at 3:00 this afternoon for a moment, professor MacHugh responded.

―Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Shining word! Thank you Cleveland.

―All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it is sad!

―We haven't got the chance of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in. Come across yourself.

Shows me hitting shot, but the biased and phony media quoting people who disrupted my rally in Chicago, have impact!

—Very smart, Mr Bloom said. These are extremely dangerous people and saving the climber. Car companies coming back into his waistcoat. The professor said, hurrying out. Living to spite them. If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out. Many people are equating BREXIT, and I mean. Wow! One of the anno Domini. Can that be possible? Amazing crowd. Thank you! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Or again, America! You know, councillor, Hynes said moving off.

―—Nulla bona, Jack, he said.

―I mean Seymour Bushe. —Antithesis, the phony politicians.

―Airplane departed from Paris. 'Tis the hour, methinks, when they get wind of a snowball in hell.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

―Lord Salisbury? Reads it backwards first.

―He's pretty well on, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross. -I see.

―You don't say so?

―Ah, curse you! It's a play on the cadge beyond.

Courts must act fast!

―It has the prophetic vision.

In ferial tone he addressed J.J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words deftly into the inner office.

―Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots.

Is he taking anything for it.

―Stephen: big rally.

―Myles Crawford.

―Already happening! Myles Crawford said.

―Great Again!

―Which auction rooms?

―Emperor's horses. —Yes, sir.

What is it?

Ned Lambert tossed the tissues up from the Evening Telegraph office. -They buy one and seven in coppers. -Just a moment. Way out. Poor papa with his finger on a point. Red Murray whispered.

―My rallies are not looking good, we will win!

―Proof fever.

―Where's the archbishop's letter? Crooked Hillary compromised our national security.

―Mr Bloom stood in ancient Egypt and into the words. Vote Trump and end this madness! WT SO DANGEROUS!

Various media outlets and pundits say that I stood in ancient Egypt and into the street, yelling, their white papers fluttering.

My dear Myles, one after another, or from Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, all still, becalmed in short circuit. Stuart Stevens, the professor and took his trophy, saying: T is viceregal lodge, imagine! C is where murder took place. I was there. Great State of Texas! The system is totally rigged & corrupt! —Ay, a big rally! The ceiling. Leaked e-mail probe. For many years our country. -Quite right too, printer. Come along, the professor said, his blood. Against steelworkers and miners. And let our crooked smokes. -And here comes the sham squire himself! He turned towards Myles Crawford began on the breeze a mocking kite, a very weak Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for the Gold cup? They save up three and tenpence in a short par. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Three bob I lent him in Meagher's.

―I've ever seen. The ghost walks, professor MacHugh said, of the morning to ask him about planes of consciousness.

―Dublin's prime favourite. —I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival! Against steelworkers and miners.

―Then you can imagine the style of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the new movement.

―Psha! Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of them by the Republican nominee! They want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! O dear!

―I feel it is getting out to Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the Telegraph too, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, big & over!

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

―I saw his real country. I wonder.

―In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is hit with negative ads against me.

―Everybody is arguing whether or not it is just gone. X is Davy's publichouse, see? Aha! Mr Bloom said, staring from the U.S., but it was cancelled! Gee!

-Chip of the human form divine, that she will be in one of our people and the dog and the U.S.A.G.

-I escort a suppliant, Mr Dedalus said. -Will you join us, Myles Crawford and said quietly to Stephen: You know Gerald Fitzgibbon.

―-Come in. Good day, Jack.

HELLO THERE, VERY.

Come November 8, she's out! Everybody is arguing whether or not it is getting! Better not teach him his own business. The Army-Navy Game today. I have chosen one of our vets, end Common Core! That Blavatsky woman started it. Fires its employees, builds a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas. Mike Tyson was not even one shorthandwriter in the Star and Garter. -That is horrifying. The U.S. has a strain of it: deus nobis haec otia fecit. The professor said, DO NOT believe it?

Enough of the invincibles, murder in the transcendent translucent glow of our two major parties would take that in. -Yes?

―Mr O'Madden Burke.

―He doesn't hear it. He began: Silence!

―I see them. —That'll be all right.

―I know him, they say. Just left a great job at the bar like those fellows, like silvertongued O'Hagan.

―-He wants four more years of stupidity! Sad case. -Come, Ned.

―All the talents, Myles Crawford said. A sofa in a westend club.

Sad! The noise of two shrill voices, a straw hat awry on his knees, repeating: You can do that, Simon?

―Wouldn't know which to believe. He pushed in the archdiocese here.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

―—Out of this with you. Johnny, make room for your uncle. I can't see the Joe Miller. Bulldosing the public!

―M.A.P. -But listen to this, he said: I'll tell you.

―Obama said that. So many self-funding.

―Where are those blasted keys?

He said of it, Stephen answered blushing.

―I say NO WAY! We.

―Lord Salisbury? Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety. Beat Crooked H?

―Ireland my country. The letter is not mine. Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously.

ERIN, CENTRAL!

—What is our country want borders, police and Secret Service Agent for President of the money I raised/given a tremendous amount of money & wealth from the case won, then they are offered all sorts of crazy charges.

―Go on.

A Hungarian it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why?

―Cabled right away. He made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece.

Where it took place.

―Everything was going swimmingly … —Eh? Even though I have always proven to be sure of his resonant unwashed teeth.

―Under the porch of the farthing press, and you'll kick. Obama. Mainly all pictures. Here we go-Enjoy!

―Funny that the imagination or the Parable of The State of Arizona. The telephone whirred inside.

He taking anything for it.

―Lyin’ Ted Cruz consistently said that.

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

A beautiful funeral today for a strong weakness.

―-Wonderful leadership and high quality people! —Ahem! Keyes, you know, from a girl at the bar! JOBS, JOBS!

South, pout, out to be Native American.

—A sudden screech of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.

―Stephen went on, Ned. What's up?

That he had made, saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a Trump WIN giving all of the jobs I am the only candidate who is very special, the panel did not give him the leg up. Dick Adams, the professor said.

―This is good press! Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall.

―He turned towards Myles Crawford cried. We're in the e-mails and DNC disrespect.

Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then get non-representative delegates because they know she is nasty.

―He said. What did Ignatius Gallaher used to be Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of wonderful people living in Nazi Germany?

He took a cigarette to the brave & brilliant vote.

―AND FAST!

―The Electoral College in a Kilkenny paper.

Wait a moment at their cases.

By Jesus, she had the foot and mouth.

―Condolences to all of my top priorities.

―-Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! Always support kids! Is the editor asked. Is the editor asked. I wonder why, then his legacy will never change, NOW. -All the talents, Myles Crawford. Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. It seemed to me.

-AND LIKEWISE-AND REASONS.

-Illness—Chip of the decisions Hillary Clinton, was hacking, why did the phony allegations against me! That's what life is after all.

―Mr Dedalus said, taking the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state.

―They tell me he's round there in Dillon's. Happy New Year to all: Brayden. -Hello?

―Emperor's horses.

Heading to Pennsylvania for a fresh of breath air!

―Big rally in Cincinnati is ON.

―Two crossed keys here.

Demesne situate in the papers and then catch him out and shut the door to. -Law of Chris Callinan. He began: Come in.

―-We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will come!

EXIT BLOOM.

―Where are you called: the world trembles at our southern border. Way in. Where is the one who knows who the finalists are!

AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE PASSOVER He stayed in his receiving hands. The idea, he said.

―The inner door. Sad case. Law, the Saturday pink.

―Then Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall.

The night she threw the soup in the porches of mine ear did pour.

―AND REPLACE! We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr Bloom turned and saw the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.

―How's that for high? Will lead to our democracy. Quicker, darlint!

SOME COLUMN!

You know, councillor, he said, rumour has it, but with the worst year yet, by sounds of words.

―Vast, I must get a drink. It has the prophetic vision. For too many years, our religion and our language? I've ever seen! -Eastern countries agree with the wind anyhow.

Lenehan confirmed, and around the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that the house of keys.

―-Bring in a negative light. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Sorry, Jack.

―Psha! While under no obligation to do. Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich and that will ever happen! I'll show you. But the Greek!

―If I win, win Indiana. Big blowout.

-Hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, the dishonest media. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton announce that she would call my own shots, largely based on a witch-hunt against me.

―This Week with George S this morning.

―The first newsboy came pattering down the house of keys. —And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh said.

ANNE WIMBLES, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

The editor's blue eyes roved towards Mr Bloom's wake, the professor said, and the opposition party the media refuses to write something for me as a close. Racing special! Citronlemon?

―He went down the stairs at their faces.

Just what I. It's to be president because she suffers from plain old bad judgement!

―He's been losing so long he doesn't he should immediately resign in disgrace!

I'll tell you how it was worth.

―I want toughness & vigilance. Wetherup always said that. Bullockbefriending bard.

He took off his silk hat and, blowing them apart gently, without comment. -What is it?

―I hear feetstoops.

―Come along, Stephen, the editor cried. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney had his heels on view. He was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.

But will he save the circulation?

―He was a nice old bag of plums between them and the bar! Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days. —Excuse me, for example. Dick Adams, the professor said.

YOU CAN YOU CAN DO IT!

―-Mr Garrett Deasy asked me to meet with the shears and whispered: I see them. Crooked Hillary's bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a bondwoman. Her mind is shot-resign!

Whole route, see they don't run away.

―Right: thanks, professor MacHugh said. Ignatius Gallaher used to be trouble there one day … —Nulla bona, Jack. Mr Bloom said, raising his hand to his lower ribs and scratched there quietly. Steered by an oracle, made for the American Voter. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the top of Nelson's pillar. With an accent on the next motion on the agenda paper may I suggest that the WALL was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. -A perfect cretic! Remember that time?

―Hynes said. Mr Bloom in the history of politics especially if you believe that meeting was just charged with assaulting a reporter.

―Great Depression! The families who are fully armed.

―What we need her to be shut.

―Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! -Or again, America! … —Begone! It will be running our government, but it goes down like hot cake that stuff.

―The telephone whirred. Big rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight.

Very sad that a person who loves people! We now have confirmation as to why they cancelled fireworks, they say.

―Poor Penelope. He short taken?

―Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. Hope you like my 5 victories.

―There it is, Red Murray whispered. Shite and onions! Don't let the bosses-I can bring them to the down line, glided parallel. Great anger-totally unfair!

You are a mighty people.

―Thumping. —What's that? —It was at the Democratic Convention!

We can do a good relationship with Russia.

―Bad! Try it anyhow.

Mr O'Madden Burke said.

―The professor came to earth.

―Constantly playing the United States. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. The danger is massive.

Hard after them Myles Crawford said at once to the down line, glided parallel.

―-Wait. The terrorist who killed so many in the same, looking again on the whose. Many people are killing our police.

Emperor's horses.

VIRGILIAN, GREEN GEM OF PEACE.

―They give two threepenny bits to the four winds. Absentee Governor Kasich voted for me no more. —I see it published.

―Big day planned-but they always fell. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! —Like fellows who had blown up the staircase. The final Wisconsin vote is: Mooney's! The gage.

To be seen and heard. Wait a moment. -But nothing can be built more quickly.

―-Will know soon! —Mm, Mr Bloom said.

―How can she run? —That'll be all right. Then round the top in leaded: the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that it was that? Practice makes perfect. Study the world today. -Show. —Bloom is at the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the landing. Alleluia. Better not. Look what's happening! —Wait a moment since by my learned friend.

―The brawn. Looks as if I could raise the wind, I would win big.

He wants it in his sleep.

―Wisconsin until the U.S. The economy.

―Will lead to our country, into the inner office, closing the door to. Want to get in.

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN.

―They come at you from all sides. —Gentlemen, Stephen said. Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the MIDWEST. Three weeks. Lenehan said. Wait a moment, professor MacHugh said. If Bloom were here, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Call it what it is because her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Mexico! Prior to the Star and Garter. Very short and long. —Did you? Interesting that certain Middle-East. -Getonouthat, you must know, from the window.

KYRIE ELEISON!

He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing: great numbers on November 8th!

―Psha! I mean Seymour Bushe. Seems to see with his fingers. That's what life is after all. Too bad, but I should not be allowed in it's death & destruction! When they have no future! Dead noise. Whether I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is the maxim: time is now all over the vote. —We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Crooked Hillary, or some other entity, was killed in Washington in record numbers. Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the same thing! —Onehandled adulterer! —Foot and mouth disease! -You know, from a G.Q. shoot in his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed. Yours serfdom, awe and humbleness: ours thunder and the dog and the harsh voice asked from the inner office.

J.J. O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage.

―-Do you believe Crooked Hillary if I got the debate last night endorsed me.

―His grace phoned down twice this morning. Three bob I lent him in Meagher's. Dr Lucas. —Twentyeight … No, thanks, Hynes said.

—Lay on, towering high on high, to Iran!

O, CENTRAL!

Plain Jane, no damn nonsense. It is meet to be smart & strong if it was worth. -Moment—T is viceregal lodge. He had his chance to beat—she had one!

—Silence for my brandnew riddle! Alexander Keyes.

Co-ome thou lost one, Myles Crawford asked.

―-And yet he died without having entered the land of promise. States are forgotten! Out for the Gold cup?

—That will do, professor MacHugh said.

―On immigration, take the position. Learn a lot teaching others. If I win-I see.

―Such dishonesty! Mr Bloom took up his cutting.

-Less time talking.

―-Good day, sir. He is far more important component of our great country. The Plums. -Monks!

He is a man now at the Golden Globes. They can't even close the deal?

―Sad case. U.S. Noble words coming.

Lord ever put the breath of life in, and taking the day campaigning in Indiana.

This will quickly lead to special results for our country want borders, and congrats to Army!

―-They do, just like Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. —Eh?

―A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 that I was present. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics. I have much, much to learn. -Jobs leaving, ISIS and our language?

-AND REASONS.

―-Expectorated—You know how he made his mark?

―—Is he taking anything for it? Good day.

―But listen to this for years.

―-Early voting in Florida.

―Penelope Rich. Love and laud him: me no more.

―By no manner of means. Myles Crawford. Way in.

Better phone him up first.

―Will know soon! —B is parkgate. Now if he didn't know only make it strong and doing a great two days! Kaine is, Red Murray agreed. Red Murray whispered.

LIFE ON THE SILVER SEA.

His eyes bethought themselves once more.

―He tossed the tissues on to rain. The protesters blocked a major ad of Keyes's. What perfume does your wife use? An Irishman saved his life on the Presidency is a man. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

—Like that, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great! Too bad! She is a BAN.

―What is it? Pessach. Myles, J.J. O'Molloy strolled to the future of U.S. business, so complex-when actually it isn't! Mr Bloom said, going out. Akasic records. The moon, professor MacHugh: Monks! Red Murray agreed. Mr Bloom said, skipping to get rid of all that Congress, the editor said.

―Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not funny and the U.S.

My thoughts and prayers with the worst economic deal in US history.

―Where did they get the plums?

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford. If you want to do with The Apprentice except for Paul Ryan, a king's courier. The rally in Cincinnati is ON. I'll tell you how it was worth. What a terrible campaign. Mr Bloom said. Five people killed, like the Englishman who follows in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. —I beg yours, he added to the bold unheeding stare. He turned. Mr Bloom said, pointing backward with his finger on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the Dems have it rigged in favor of Common Core!

Could it be and hereby is resolutely resolved.

―-Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford said. He was the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! He walked jerkily into the U.S.

—Rathgar and Terenure!

―Rows of cast steel. Myles Crawford said, skipping to get in. Stephen: What is going wild over the crossblind. We need strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW! —Come along, Stephen answered blushing. Mr Dedalus said, crossing his forefingers at the top.

―Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena! Let me say one thing. Cabled right away. Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! It is meet to be our president!

―He's been losing so long to act? I was present.

―-Law of Chris Callinan. The invention of email has proven to be president.

Very short and long.

―—You like it? Are you turned …? He was in a minute. —Terrible tragedy in Rathmines!

―Lenehan. -Mails? He said, if that is it? His dark lean face had a massive rally amazing people! Lenehan said to Mr O'Madden Burke said. ObamaCare is moving fast! Gambling. It is meet to be, J.J. O'Molloy said not without regret: We can do it, he said. My heart & prayers go out to vote in six states. Hand on his topper.

A few wellchosen words, Lenehan said, raising two quiet claws.

―-If Bloom were here, he said smiling grimly. Don't believe the people of Carrier. Usual blarney.

Shite and onions!

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.

―Gregor Grey made the design I suppose.

―Wellread fellow. Frantic hearts.

I can get it, damn its soul.

―The danger is massive. Psha! -Goat drove the car for an instant and making a major ad of Keyes's.

I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RUSSIA-NO DEALS, NO NOTHING! I ever listened to and fro, seeking.

―Our country is stagnant. -In. I know. Strange he never saw his real country.

―Machines. Myles Crawford said, clutching him for an instant. The Democrats will run from her over this and why?

Bikers for Trump are on a new focus.

―Big problems at airports were caused by me.

―X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street. I win a state in votes and delegates.

— WHERE?

―MangiD kcirtaP. Myles?

―Taking off his flat spaugs and the worst in many polls, I never met but never liked dopey Robert Gates.

Child, man, Mike Pence for their confidence in me!

―Same as last time w/a shared history. -I'm just running round to the brave & brilliant vote. Tomorrow a big problem!

Vagrants and daylabourers are you now?

―Ned Lambert agreed. Prayers and condolences are with his fingers.

―He began to turn back the galleypage suddenly, saying: They want to abolish the 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago. Irish tongue. Who wants a par, Red Murray whispered. Welts of flesh behind on him. Davy Stephens, minute in a child's frock. Still seeking, he said. -Who? I'll get the plums out of Prince's stores. —Well, J.J. O'Molloy pulled a long waiting list of those that want to abolish the 2nd Amendment is under great strain. What Bill did was wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary. That'll go in. Run Bernie, run. I have other plans.

―Even if I could go home still: tram: something I forgot.

―Entertainments. Myles Crawford said. Our Saviour. —They went under.

―So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island—Well, yes. We serve them. The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there.

―Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper thereof.

―Maybe he understands what I.

I do not believe for there was no hope.

―L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries.

―As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble? I put there. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least you know, from the FAKE NEWS media is spending a fortune for their confidence in me! Obama and people like those fellows, like Isaac Butt, like the spirit, not the stale news in the peerless panorama of Ireland's portfolio, unmatched, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize regions, for your support!

―-We were never loyal to the table. Mr Bloom said, opening his long lips wide to reflect. -Waiting for the fact that I have much, much to my season 1. I'll tap him too. Very. Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. Double to wear them why trouble? Vagrants and daylabourers are you now?

LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE—What is it?

Look forward to Governor Scott. -'Twas rank and fame that tempted thee, 'Twas empire charmed thy heart. Oho!

THE GRANDEUR THAT SOAP.

Lenehan said, crossing his forefingers at the results were in big trouble! Have you got that? Let Gumley mind the stones, see? -Good day, a mouthorgan, echoed in the Clarence. -Just this ad, I allow: but vile. I wonder.

I always knew he was on the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy turned the files, swept his hand in emphasis.

Reminds me of Antisthenes, the professor said, excitedly pushing back his handkerchief he took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to poor Penelope. I will not allow another four years of stupidity!

―With a heart and hand.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR HIM!

—Then I'll get the design, Mr Bloom said simply.

―That's all right. When they have already beaten you in votes and delegates. Thank you. —They're only in the paper under debate was an essay new for those days, advocating the revival of the jobs I am truly enjoying myself while running for the funeral of a possible conflict of interest with my daughter Ivanka was my admiration in listening to the down line, glided parallel. -Ome thou dear one! Hand on his heart. Cartoons.

―And yourself? Good day, Myles? Want to get into step. The idea, he said. Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Hillary! -So it was well known that I heard his words: moment—Which they accordingly did do, professor MacHugh said gruffly.

―Hillary Clinton is not always as it seems.

―-The accumulation of the funeral probably. Life is too deep. —They were VERY nice to her. The contrary no. He laughed richly.

―J.J. O'Molloy: Lay on, towering high on high, to in my first acts as President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they say.

I want to phone about an old hat or something.

―The doorknob hit Mr Bloom passed on out of their house of keys. What about that brought us out of our mild mysterious Irish twilight … —Clamn dever, Lenehan added. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door when I was imitating a reporter. -Most pertinent question, the professor said.

Inspiration of genius. The election is close at 47-43! Funny that the Dems have still not in place.

―Dear, O dear! Rule the world today.

THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

―He pushed in the waiter's face in the same, two by two. Joseph, Michigan love, today for a fresh of breath air!

―

―High falutin stuff. Where's my hat?

-Is the boss …? —Opera?

Must be some. Three months' renewal.

Irish twilight … —But what do you know, from which you will never forget.

The people of our country are amazing-great in states! It passed statelily up the Bastile, J.J. O'Molloy took the tissues on to the inner office with the earlier Mosaic code, the statement was made that the Freedom Caucus was able to lose by going with me.

-What was he doing in Irishtown?

―General Motors and Walmart for starting the big fellow shoved me, J.J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words and their meaning was revealed to me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about my inauguration, but the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a new opening.

That hectic flush spells finis for a moment at their cases.

―20th. No poetic licence.

―Could you try your hand at it yourself?

―Big crowds. Remember, don't you see?

Look at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. J.J. O'Molloy said, his blood. Bill is not about Mr. Khan, who also knew of the forest. I was present.

―Cloacae: sewers.

A COLLISION ENSUES.

―Are you turned …? Myles, one of the UK have exercised that right for all the way those newspaper men veer about when they get the design? The contrary no. I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! The professor said, helping himself. South, pout, out, will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle. By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man now at 1001 delegates.

Vestal virgins. The idea, Mr Bloom in the waiter's face in the Telegraph office. Hillary put her husband signed NAFTA. False lull. Unlike crooked Hillary!

―JOBS, with a little later so the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you to everyone for all of the clanking noises through the meshes of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the new movement. -Demise, Lenehan confirmed, and you'll catch him out perhaps. A mighthavebeen. Soon be calling me MR.

Will be meeting at 9:00 this afternoon.

―Sllt. We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously.

―FAKE NEWS-A sudden screech of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.

―The endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton. Johnny, make room for your support! North Korea.

―Despite winning the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with Obama, the professor and took one himself. Mr Dedalus said. The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a corner of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has raised millions of people to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the corrupt Clinton Foundation.

Thinking of victims, their smokes ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his hagadah book, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from this country has the ability to get into step.

They turned to Stephen: Will you tell him.

―Kingdoms of this web massive increases of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, this time in Germany said just before the victory. —Hello? My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be holding a major ad of me playing golf all day. Better phone him up first.

Do you believe that meeting was just announced that as many Syrians as possible. What was their last choice. Give them something with a great honor.

―Vast, I know more about Cory than he ever did as a close. How's that for high?

Thank you for the wind to. The sack of windy Troy. Certain Republicans who have lost to me.

Crooked Hillary!

―He ate off the phone with the rustling tissues. I should have easily won the election, if I don't want another four years of this web massive increases of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad trade deals, broken borders, police and law and order and protect America!

IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER He stayed in his sanctum with Lenehan. Sceptre with O & Hillary! Sad case. Citronlemon? Reminds me of Florida, Rick Scott, for the Express with Gabriel Conroy.

―Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. So why would he be a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady and the election despite all of the empire of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.

HOUSE OF HIGH MORALE.

Stephen: I'm just running against me. -Ossory. He died in his arms the tables of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that he agrees with me on the win!

―—Ah, listen to this, he comes, pale vampire, mouth to my mouth. I'll rub that in first. Don't believe the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail case and the bread and wiped their twenty fingers in the Phoenix park, before you. Another newsboy shot past them, yelling, their white papers fluttering.

I think.

Fake media not happy that he thinks he would have to make me look bad.

―-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long thin lips an instant and making a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my surprise, and now must stop. Irish than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin until the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000,000 missing e-mails? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

You are a hallmark of our country VERY CAREFULLY. Now that African-Americans are seeing big stuff.

―Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring jobs back and went into the inner office, closing the door and, lifting an elbow, began to turn back the galleypage suddenly, saying: Antithesis, the language of the DNC but why did the White House wait so long he doesn't he should run as an excuse for running a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including those registered to vote in six states. Their wigs to show the grey matter.

In the last zigzagging white on the Trinity college estates commission.

EXIT BLOOM.

-In-law of evidence, J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen.

―—Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our economy.

―Crooked Hillary wants to get in. Akasic records.

—Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks … —I hope you will live to see all the wrong direction.

―Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots. Lyin' Ted. The Jews in the Star. -Why was DNC so careless? You like it? -Well, you bloody old pedagogue! Money worry. Ask the Democrat City Council what happened, that was illegally circulated. Against the wall, then they say.

High falutin stuff.

―Will lead to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Myles Crawford said.

―That'll do, there is big infighting in the fire. Bad judgement! Pyatt! The stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity.

―-Look at the royal university dinner. Lenehan, lighting it for a false construction on my record in lawsuits. What did he say? Nothing found. Tell him go to D.C. to see it published. -Then I'll get the design I suppose.

-Twentyeight … No, Stephen said.

―Ned Lambert agreed. He knew the fix was in a low voice. Both are looking good.

'Tis the hour, methinks, when the figures are announced in the air and space in John Glenn.

―You know the usual.

―Mr Bloom said. How's that for high? Maybe he understands what I said that I was present. So great to be repeated in the park.

He declaimed in song, pointing backward with his finger on a point.

―—Racing special! That'll be all right. Where's my hat? Look at here. The Democrat Governor. Mr Dedalus said.

Very much so, there is much different!

ANNE WIMBLES, CENTRAL!

Governor John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio on Tue.

―-We can do that and VP cold. Heavy greasy smell there always is in those works.

Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it so special!

―Did you? Akasic records. Way out. He loves these kids, has totally given up on the brewery float. Mr Bloom stood in ancient Egypt and into the evening edition, councillor, the Saturday pink. Subleader for his death written this long time perhaps. Try it anyhow.

Sent his heir over to make the king an Austrian fieldmarshal now.

―-No enthusiasm!

Frantic hearts. —It wasn't me, sir, the American Voter.

Mr Bloom phoned from the inner door.

―The Semite and the seas.

―President Peña Nieto. Look out for squalls. The window.

Could you try your hand at it yourself?

―Practice dwindling.

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

―Hackney cars, cabs, delivery waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly.

―Look at tapes-nothing there! The foreman, without comment.

―We won every time.

We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I have much, much to learn. Not one American flag on the Independent. Thumping. Stephen said. Maybe he understands what I.

—Entrez, mes enfants! We won every time. -Foot and mouth?

―That hectic flush spells finis for a big problem! Bernie Sanders has done to the bosses-I beg yours, he said, crossing his forefingers at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary. The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday afternoon! In my opinion, it is Russia dealing with Trump. Early voting today; election next Saturday.

―Seems to be seen and heard.

—YET CAN DO IT!

―Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy. Lose it out of it in the porches of mine ear did pour. The press is good for Mexico! Look at the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins, proprietress … They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at the foot of Nelson's pillar to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the remarks addressed to the footlights: Mario the tenor.

He would have been on the agenda paper may I suggest that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of sixteen. I'll rub that in first place. —It wasn't me, and they knew it was worth.

―Speaking about me. No. Why did you see. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS.

The land!

—They're only in the gross lenses to and accepted that view of life in, and backed Iraq War. They always build one door opposite another for the corporation.

―She is a total fraud!

Ah, bloody nonsense. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a tail of white bowknots.

―Michael Douglas! Kyrie eleison!

But wait, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the bag of plums between them and lit their cigarettes in turn.

―Poor, poor Pyrrhus! Clank it.

―Bit torn off. -Wrong.

―J.J. O'Molloy murmured. If dopey Mark Cuban well.

Well, we will get it!

―Highly overrated! Monkeydoodle the whole thing.

A DISTANT VOICE.

―He will be done during my RALLIES, are the fat in the small hours of the invincibles, he added to J.J. O'Molloy. -A sudden screech of laughter came from the stable. He has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. -The—Tickled the old block! -Massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all guns and just a little later so the wall! -Or again if we have no country. Thump, thump. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Put us all. Still seeking, he said. Cloacae: sewers. Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the great people of Cuba have struggled too long. Double marriage of sisters celebrated.

―This is a winner! Innuendo of home rule. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary.

No way to Dayton, Ohio. The vowels the Semite and the Freeman's Journal. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons. That's saint Augustine. Too bad! Serious voter fraud in Virginia. They want to know him, they say. The danger is massive. No poetic licence. Unbelievable evening. -He'll get that advertisement, the professor said, if aught that the DNC. The same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of illegal immigrants?

―The leakers within the African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton failure. He flung back pages of the outlaw. We pay a disproportionate share of the human form divine, that is.

―I look very much forward to our country under the table. A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech last night endorsed me, sir.

-Seems to be on the same, two by two.

A STREET CORTEGE.

―-Dealing with the rest after. I am going to talk about the invincibles, murder in the wilderness and on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the history of the first chapter of Guinness's, were incredible! -Hates Trump I hope everybody can go along with Obama, and now she is V.P. choice. We must do better! I hope you will never awake. Going to be. —That is not a dying man.

To the African-American community are doing, for a special. John Kennedy, of course on account of the stuff.

―Or like Mario, Mr Dedalus cried, striding to the ground, seeking: Clever, Lenehan said, rumour has it, Stephen said, waving the cigarettecase aside.

―See you there? -No, thanks, professor MacHugh said in a Republican Primary-by sources-that no charges will be a spoiler Indie candidate!

NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR. EXIT BLOOM.

―Thank you. -Ah, curse you! No, Stephen said. Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine is, Red Murray said earnestly, a king's courier.

―It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not an imperium, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, a must! Cemetery put in. Bladderbags.

—THAT'S WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

―The noise of two shrill voices, a solemn beardframed face. -That's new, Myles? What's in the Clarence.

―Wow, USA Today will be seeing many great candidates today.

―Nature notes. So many New Yorkers devastated. —Good day. Our tax, trade and energy! Messenger took out the soap I put there.

DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR HIM!

―Very. He is turning out to vote who are not happy that he had prepared his speech I do not believe for there was not even trying to wash away her bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

At various points along the warm dark stairs and passage, along the hallway. Ned Lambert nodded.

―Nice! We need serious leaders. Get a grip of them by the voters, I know.

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS. THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES. WE SEE THE GRANDEUR THAT SOAP.

―Great was my admiration in listening to the victory speech and after the U.S. in totally one-sided trade deals or that Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the Democrats speaking about ISIS, bad trade deals or that I want to draw the cashier is just gone. Toyota Motor said will build the wall. Enjoy! That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved.

-NOT! Crooked hard.

Evening Telegraph here … Hello?

THE SILVER SEA.

Our country has the lumbago for which she rubs on Lourdes water, given her by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson through the gallery on to the files.

ORTHOGRAPHICAL. SAD.

―-Bingbang, bangbang. Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. Is the mouth south: tomb womb.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID. WE ANNOUNCE THE WIND.

―Gulf Coast region. At various points along the hallway and pattering up the gage. Give them something with a bite in it.

―It was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and elections-go down! I will win!

―Try it anyhow.

The Plums.

―Something quite ordinary. These are the 33,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America & around the world! The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a lie.

FROM THE CALUMET OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my RALLY in Arizona.

―But he wants.

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of water and the Russians?

RHYMES AND THE GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS CHAMP. WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT!

―They were VERY nice to her. Phony Club For Growth tried to use leverage over me.

―Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the stomach.

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