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myforeverforlife · 6 years

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home is with you.

Your boyfriend is extremely important to you — but so is your job. When you’re offered the opportunity to do work abroad for the summer, you jump at the chance. Jongdae is understanding, the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. But even kind words meant to comfort aren’t the same as having your best friend, the love of your life by your side.

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You weren’t always this lucky to have time to call Jongdae nowadays.

”And then, Jongin realized that he had left his keys inside his car, but the door had already locked behind him! He had to call a locksmith to get him in.”

You laughed along with Jongdae, hand coming up to cover your mouth in a half-hearted attempt to stifle yourself. “Was it the same person as last time?”

“The exact same one. They looked pretty annoyed,” Jongdae told you, chuckling to himself from his side of the phone.

“He should just leave a spare key somewhere, for the next time that this happens.”

“You know Jongin, he’d end up losing that one too.”

You hummed in agreement, rolling onto your back and pressing the phone closer to your ear. It was 5:18 in the afternoon in Seoul, but 10:18 in the morning for you. You were currently on a summer trip with some other professors and a handful of graduate students from your university studying a small sample of the wide variety of languages spoken in South Africa. The hotel you were staying at in Johannesburg was beautiful, but it didn’t have the same appeal as home.

Especially when your favorite person was almost 8,000 miles away.

“How is your work going? Fluent in any new languages yet?” Jongdae asked, a crinkling noise carrying through the phone as he moved around.

“I wish I was that good,” you said with a giggle. “We’ve been focusing on finishing up our lessons on Xhosa first before starting on Zulu next week.”

“Oh wait, Xhosa’s language that they used in Black Panther, right? The one with the clicks?” Jongdae gave a small click of his tongue himself.

“Yep! I’m surprised you even remember that.”

“I learned from the best.”

You chuckled, never failing to be flattered by the way Jongdae dropped compliments on you out of the blue. He always did it so easily, you couldn’t do anything but accept them gratefully. “I can only hope that my students think the same thing.”

“I’m sure they do. You always have a bunch of students talking to you and trying to get in touch with you. Speaking of, you have some letters in the mail from some of them.”

“Did you read them?”

“No. Did you want me to?” You heard a creak and guessed that he’d gotten up from his seat, heading over to the counter where you keep your unread mail. You could picture it so clearly, Jongdae’s slipper-covered feet padding across the floor as he flipped on light switches in the hallway until he reached the mail. The thought was so vivid, you felt a familiar wave of uneasiness come over you. These periods of homesickness still came to you often, even though you’d been in Johannesburg for almost a month already.

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to focus on the present. “No, it’s okay. How many letters are there?”

Jongdae hummed to himself as he counted, and you knew that he was flipping through the letters one by one, movements swift like they always were. “Four. Are these all your senior students?”

“They might be. Actually, can you open them up and send me pictures of them? They might be urgent.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks, Dae.” You stretched out on your bed, sighing as you felt yourself physically relax. “I miss being home, even with all the work.”

“I miss you too. Eating at home by myself is getting pretty old.”

Your eyes closed shut at this, a grimace finding its way onto your face. “I feel so guilty. I wish you could have come with me.”

“Oh babe, I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t feel bad, please? I’m glad you got the chance to go on this trip. How often do you get to go travel, especially to places far away like South Africa?”

“I know, but still.... I miss having you with me.”

“I miss you too, Y/N.” Jongdae’s voice was more quiet, taking on a more somber tone. “But it’s two months away from home, and you’re already halfway through. Before we know it, you’ll be back home.”

You smiled to yourself at these last words. Home. Back home with Jongdae, in the comforts of the apartment the two of you have been living in for a couple of years. “You’re right. I’ll be back home and leaving my lecture outlines and worksheets all over the place like usual.”

Jongdae laughed, the sound light and cheery like always, reminding you of sweet lemonade on a warm day. “I found a page from one of your lectures the other day. It was under the table in the living room. I didn’t realize how much I really missed you until I started getting all emotional over a piece of paper, and it was like the most boring of papers you could have ever imagined. It was a sample page from a dictionary, your freaking Latin dictionary, can you believe it? I was tearing up over that?!”

A snort escaped from you, and you fought back the giggles as you heard Jongdae joke over the line about how it wasn’t supposed to be funny, it was supposed to be touching and romantic.

You’ve missed talking to him like this.

A couple of days later, you were sitting beside one of your colleagues in a private bus on your way to your destination: the University of KwaZulu-Natal. The trip would be long, almost six hours if you were lucky, but the dean of your department had a close friend who taught Zulu at the university, and had arranged for him to get your travel group familirized with the language. You were looking forward to a change in scenery after staying in Johannesburg for the past month, and thankfully the hotel that you would be staying at in Durban was close to the ocean.

You stared out the window aimlessly, watching the other cars and people as they passed by while the rest of your colleagues chattered amongst themselves. Since you were so caught up in your own thoughts, you almost missed the slight buzz coming from your cellphone.

Quickly, you pulled it out of your pocket, letting out a sigh of relief when you saw who had texted you: Jongdae.

JD: did you sleep well? :)

🌷: I did! 💕 what are you doing right now?

JD: missing you

🌷: jesus CHRIST dae

JD: i love you!!! so much

You giggled softly to yourself, garnering the attention from your seatmate, Nari. She had been teaching at the university a bit longer than you had, and she was like an older sister to you. “Texting your boyfriend?” she asked with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows.

“The one and only,” you replied, sending Jongdae a text before putting your phone down so that you could talk to your colleague properly. “He’s been extremely cheesy lately.”

“He must miss you a lot.”

“Yeah.” Nari didn’t fail to notice how your face fell, and she gave your arm a light poke.

“Look at you, Miss Lovebird over here,” she sang with a childish grin. “I bet you’ll be the happiest out of all of us when we get to go home.”

Her efforts to cheer you up didn’t go unnoticed, and you were overcome with gratitude for this entire experience. Not only was the trip extremely well-planned out, but your colleagues and seniors were also friendly and kind as well. You really couldn’t ask for a better trip.

“I guess so,” you replied, resting your head against the back of your seat. “Although I heard that you’ve got someone waiting for you back home too.”

“What?! Who told you?” Nari exclaimed in a hushed whisper, quickly looking around to make sure no one had heard. “I didn’t even say a word about him to anyone!”

The next hour was filled with soft giggles and gossip about the budding romance between your colleague and another professor in your university’s History department.

When the long drive was finally crawling to an end and you were able to catch the sight of the rippling crystal-clear ocean by the coast of Durban, you let out a sigh of relief. Being landlocked didn’t suit you, and getting even a small glimpse of the water was enough to put you at ease.

The hotel was situated close to the beach, promising you a beautiful view of the sunrise and the sunset every day for the remaining month in South Africa. Eager to show Jongdae, you stepped out onto the balcony of your room and held your phone up, snapping a vibrant photo of the landscape before you. Without hesitation, you sent the picture to Jongdae before remembering that it was almost midnight over in South Korea.

JD: you’re at the beach??

🌷: close to it, our hotel is like right by it sorry, were you about to fall asleep?

JD: no i’m over at minseok’s house he and chanyeol say hi 👋🏻

🌷: tell them i say hi too!! babe, we’re coming here together someday so we can stay in this hotel

JD: YES!!!! ✈️

🌷: lol i love the enthusiasm!

JD: you know me, your trusty hype man always on hand

🌷: true, true 😂 do you have time to talk? not facetime tho, i look so sweaty ugh

A couple of seconds after sending the last text, your phone screen changed to alert you of an incoming call from Jongdae. You smiled at the profile picture you had set for him: one of him grinning widely as he stood with his arms wrapped around you from behind. It had been taken at your birthday dinner last year, and you could never find the will to change the picture. “Hello?”

“Babe!” he yelled, a laugh filled with giddiness filtering out through the phone’s speaker. “I want to go over there to see you right now,” he said, a wistful whine seeping into his voice. “And you know I don’t care how sweaty you are,” he added in reference to your last text.

Before you could answer, another voice broke in. “Y/N!” You easily recognized the voice as Chanyeol’s. “Hurry up and come back, your boyfriend’s going crazy without you!”

“I am not!” You heard Jongdae yell, and the sounds of scuffling as you assumed the boys were fighting over the phone.

“Dae? Hello?” you called out, rolling your eyes as they continued to wrestle over the phone. Suddenly, as if at the flick of a light switch, all traces of the boys’ fight were gone, leaving only an empty silence on the other side of the phone. “Dae?” you tried once again, eyes growing shifty as you tried to figure out what had happened.

“Hey, Y/N,” a new voice spoke. “I stole the phone from these goofs before they could break it.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you had been holding. “Hi, Minseok. I hope Dae hasn’t been bugging you too much. How’ve you been?”

“Eh, same as usual.” You could tell the older boy was smiling, the thought of his wide grin bringing back memories of home with your friends.

“Hey, give me my phone back! I was talking to the love of my life!” Jongdae yelled out, probably from behind Minseok, you guessed.

Minseok sighed, pretending to gag before you heard him yelp. “It was nice talking to you, Y/N. I’m giving the phone back before Jongdae punches me again. Enjoy the rest of your trip!”

“Thanks, Minseok!”

A breathless Jongdae was heard once more, panting slightly as he spoke into the phone again. “Hi again, babe.”

“Dae, why are you breathing like that?”

“Have you ever tried to grab a phone from Chanyeol? That monster’s like two buildings tall.” You heard the sound of a door clicking shut. “I’m hiding out in Minseok’s bedroom now so they don’t try to steal it away again.”

“Mm, good thinking.”

“So, where were we?”

“I honestly don’t even remember. Probably something along the lines of us missing each other a lot.”

“Yeah, that sounds like us.”

“Just four more weeks, and then I’ll be back home. I can’t wait to show you all the pictures I took. And the beach here is so pretty! I mean, I haven’t gotten a chance to actually go down there yet, but I’m planning to whenever I can.”

“Is it prettier than the ones here?”

“Nothing beats the beaches back home.”

“We should go on a trip together someday, but your semester’s coming up soon and I’m always busy with work.” Jongdae made a small noise, a small humming as he tried to think of a solution.

“We could always leave work behind and go on a surprise trip,” you teased, knowing both of you would never actually do such a thing.

True enough, Jongdae laughed. “Even I’m not that spontaneous, athough the idea is tempting. I’d love nothing more than to just have more than a couple hours just for the two of us. No work, nothing to worry about.”

“Same.” You thought back to your last date with Jongdae; a trip to the movie theater to go see Infinity War. Both of you were entirely too busy to have more than the weekends and the occasional day off. Even then, it seemed like some parts of your minds were always reminded of something that needed taking care of at work.

The door to your hotel room opened behind you, and you spun around to see Nari’s head peeking out from behind. Her eyes glanced up to the phone at your ear before she tapped at her watch, then held up five fingers.

You looked over at the clock on your nightstand, surprised to see it was almost time for dinner. With a grateful smile to your roommate for the reminder, you watched as she silently closed the door behind her. “Dae, I have to go. The rest of the staff is meeting downstairs for dinner with the dean, and I can’t be late.”

“Yeah, no worries! I’ll text you later before I fall asleep.”

“Okay, bye Dae. I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.”

The next couple of weeks passed by so quickly, you were almost convinced that they had been a dream. Your team got to learn from some of the university’s professors not only about the Zulu language, but also about the culture and the history of the people who spoke it. The professors were kind and accommodating every step of the way, and you had been over the moon when they gave you copies of some of the materials that they used to teach in their classes. The appeal of having new material to share with your students and colleagues back home was so great, you almost forgot about how homesick you had been at the beginning of the trip.

Before you knew it, it was your final week in South Africa, and you had almost everything prepared for your return trip back home. Your suitcases were nearly packed with your belongings and souvenirs for your loved ones waiting for you, a daily reminder that soon, you would be back. It seemed that the feeling was contagious — the number one topic that you and your colleagues all talked about was what it would be like when the plane landed back in South Korea.

“The first thing I’m gonna do is run back home to visit my mom,” Justin, a professor in Ethnic Studies, spoke up. You were all gathered around a set of tables at a restaurant, lazing around and relishing in the easy conversation that came to you all. Drinks had followed after the savory dishes, and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t feeling a bit tipsy at this point.

“Because you miss her?” someone called out, too far down the table for you to see who it was.

“Well, yeah, that too. But also because I miss her cooking.”

The table broke out into groans and chortles of laughter as Justin’s voice grew louder. “What?” he asked, face red from the drinks he had earlier and his embarrassment.

“I never would’ve guessed that alcohol makes our friend Justin here all sentimental,” Nari whispered to you, hiding her smirk behind her hand.

You hummed in agreement, downing the rest of your drink before setting it down on the table. “You’re one to talk,” you said with a laugh, the sound more of a silly giggle as you let yourself relax. “Remember that time we went drinking to celebrate you getting approved for tenure and you cried for hours at the bar?”

“She did what?!” Justin yelled, eyes bugging out as he glanced from you to Nari. Who would have imagined calm, always-prepared Nari as emotional when drunk?

She shot you a glare, but you pretended not to notice and continued on. “If you ever see Nari drunk, she gets all sappy and basically starts giving speeches about how much she loves every single person in her life. That time, I was worried until she started talking about how thankful she was to everyone she worked with. In. Full. Detail. We were there for practically the whole night.” “Alright, and alcohol turns you into a chatterbox,” Nari interrupted, pulling you up along with her. “I’ll be taking this girl back to the hotel before she gets even more intoxicated.”

The rest of your drinking party shouted out their farewells, some of them advising you two to stay safe as you stumbled out of the restaurant.

“I’m not that drunk,” you grumbled, although you let Nari hold onto your arm for safety. As you continued to walk, you found yourself leaning onto her more and more, your steps growing heavier.

“Yeah, okay. I’m pretty sure your boyfriend would lose his mind if I let you do something crazy.”

Your eyes widened at the mention of Jongdae, and you clumsily got the clasp of your bag open, rummaging through it for your cell phone. “I should call him! I can’t remember the last time I even texted him.”

“Y/N, I saw you texting him an hour ago. He’ll live without you texting him until tomorrow morning.”

Despite her words, you finally got your phone out and began typing out a text to Jongdae.

🌷: dae i loove yiu

JD: babe? are you okay??

🌷: aveolutelyy fome

You squinted at the screen of your phone, trying to decipher your own text while Nari stood beside you and tried to call a taxi. Your phone suddenly started to ring, the familiar ringtone that you reserved for Jongdae playing in your ears.

“Y/N?” you could hear him say, and you pressed the phone lazily to your ear. “Where are you?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Out eating. And drinking.” You stifled a small burp before continuing on. “I love you, Dae.”

“I love you too babe, but are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am absolutely, one hundred percent fine.”

Nari leaned closer, rolling her eyes at your statement. “Jongdae? This is Nari, your girlfriend’s pretty drunk so I’m taking her back to our room.”

“Thanks,” Jongdae sighed out in relief.

“He says thanks,” you relayed to Nari. “But you’re wrong — I’m not pretty drunk, I’m only slightly drunk.”

Nari snorted at this, continuing to look for a taxi while you heard Jongdae speak up through the phone. “I really doubt that,” Jongdae said with a chuckle. “Get some rest and I’ll call you later.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

“Okay. You better remember.”

Jongdae let out a breathy laugh before making a sound in acknowledgement. “I will. Goodnight, babe.”

“Goodnight,” you murmured before hanging up, the phone cold and heavy in your hand.

A taxi suddenly drove up to the sidewalk, and Nari patted your shoulder softly. “Come on, Miss Lovebird. Let’s get you back so you can catch some sleep.”

You let her help you into the cab, leaning against her shoulder as she gave the hotel’s address to the driver. “Nari?” you asked, watching the lights of other cars whiz past as you looked out through the window.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for always looking out for me.”

She glanced down at you, brows raised in surprise. “Yeah, of course. It’s nothing.” As your best friend, it was second nature for her to have your back. Of course, she didn’t tell you that before this trip, Jongdae had asked her to keep you safe as well.

“That boyfriend of yours is a real gentleman,” she told you, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You guys are so cute, it makes me sick.”

You shook your head, closing your eyes. “Jongdae’s the cute one.”

“Okay. Just go to sleep, dream about Jongdae or something,” she teased.

You didn’t answer, the only indication that you had heard being a small nod.

You didn’t remember much of anything else, except for being woken up by Nari, heading up the elevator and then a fluffy blanket being draped over you.

And silly as it was, you did dream of Jongdae.

The countdown to your flight was drawing excitingly closer, and you felt as if you were all the way up on cloud nine with no intention of coming down. But of course, something managed to bring you down anyways. Multiple things, in fact.

The first disappointment came a couple of days before your flight was scheduled to return home. Jongdae had called you just as you were about to leave the university and head back to your hotel, his words coming out in a blur.

“Babe, I’m sorry, but something came up and I can’t pick you up at the airport when you get back. But I’ll send someone to come get you, I promise!”

“Dae, don’t worry about it. I’ll grab a ride from a friend or something,” you told him, even though you did feel slightly let down by this change in events.

“No, I’ll make sure there’s someone there to get you! I don’t want you to have to go home by yourself.”

Even with the sudden drop in your mood, you still couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at Jongdae. Whenever things fell through, he always found a way to make up for it. “Alright, Dae. I’ll see you soon.”

The next blow hit you when you were finally, at long last aboard the flight and realized that you were missing a USB full of notes and assignments you had collected during your summer in South Africa. The files contained things you wanted to include in your lectures for the new semester, and after failing to find it in your carry-on with your laptop, you could only hope that it was with your luggage. It really wasn’t as big of a deal as you thought it was, considering the fact that you could email the professors in South Africa and explain the situatoon to them. But with tensions already high and fatigue riddling your brain, the USB remained a dark cloud over your thoughts. For the rest of your flight, you were constantly plagued with the worry that it had been left behind in South Africa, now thousands of miles away and laying abandoned on a polished hotel table.

When your flight finally landed after an excruciating twenty-seven hours up in the air, you grabbed your belongings and headed out to where Jongdae had texted you to wait for your pickup. At that point, you were so tired that you forgot about looking for your USB, and you were determined to catch some sleep in the comforts of your bed with your favorite person.

You had said your goodbyes to everyone else, giving Nari a hug and promising to call her before heading over to where Jongdae had said your ride would be. You were walking with your bags in hand, looking down at your phone when someone called out your name, the voice all too familiar. Looking up, you saw Junmyeon waiting for you, waving his hand and holding up a sign that read: “Professor Y/N, welcome home!”

“Jun!” you screamed excitedly, or at least, as much as your jet-lagged, exhausted self would let you. You came closer with arms outstretched, leaving the suitcases a couple of paces behind.

“Welcome back!” he greeted you cheerily, returning your hug and then taking the suitcases himself. “How was your flight?”

“Long. I honestly just want to sleep for decades. Oh!” You suddenly remembered the USB, explaining the story in full detail to Junmyeon even as he looked over you warily.

“We can look for your USB later, I think your health is more important. Plus, Jongdae will be pissed at me if you end up fainting from exhaustion. Come on.”

You lumbered into Junmyeon’s car, letting your head rest on the window as the two of you talked. Junmyeon filled you in on everything you had missed: from Jongin and Chanyeol’s joint cafe venture being a success, to Yixing’s latest return from Changsha. You gave him the gist of your trip, elaborate stories shortened down to small summaries in your weary condition, but Junmyeon knew he’d end up hearing the full stories sometime later on once you were well-rested.

He pulled up to your place, immediately getting out to grab your suitcases for you. “Will you be okay getting this stuff up by yourself?” he asked worriedly, his feet shuffling slightly as he thought.

“Yeah, I’ll take the elevator, don’t worry. Is Jongdae home?”

His eyes widened briefly before he looked away, clearing his throat before he spoke. “Uh, I don’t know. He didn’t tell me anything before I came to pick you up.”

Too worn out to question his behavior, you gave little thought to his response. After waving goodbye, you managed to get all of your belongings inside, up the elevator and to your floor. The wheels of your suitcases made a hushed, rustling sound as they rolled over the carpeted hallway. There was no one else out yet, seeing as it was still only eight in the morning and on a Saturday, no less. You let out a small huff of exhaustion as you got to your door, unlocking it and pushing it open with your shoulder. What lay beyond the threshold, however, left you speechless.

You were taken aback to see papers scattering almost every available surface of your home, each one slightly different from the rest. From where you stood at the door, you could tell that there was a line of text on each one of them, although you couldn’t tell what they said from this distance.

After switching your shoes for your well-missed slippers, you ventured closer to a sheer of paper laying on the floor next to the shoe rack. A smile lit up your face as you realized what was on it: the words “I love you”. A glance at the pages nearby showed the same phrase, but in other languages.

A small journey around the room had you gaping in awe at the diversity of the langauges scattered throughout it. “I love you” in Korean stared up at you from the couch, one in Italian was taped to the TV. You were even impressed to see it written out in Icelandic and even Xhosa and Zulu, the two languages you had been studying during your summer trip.

“Oh my God,” you breathed out, taking precious time to study each sheet of paper, every symbol on them all written in a hand you knew too well: Jongdae’s. “Dae?” you called out, stepping over a sheet of paper in your way. “Are you in here?”

You turned the lights on as you made your way to the bedroom, the bulbs sputtering to life as they lit up overhead. When you finally got there, pushing the door open cautiously, you were disappointed to see no sign of Jongdae anywhere. Upon further inspection, you caught sight of a small, yellow envelope resting on top of the blankets.

Careful to take your time in reading, you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face and the sudden warmth settling in your chest.

“Welcome home, babe! I’ve missed you, I hope you enjoyed the small surprise I set up~ I’m sure you’re wondering where I am, right? Meet me at the place where we first met, I’ll be waiting for you there ❤️”

The place where you first met? You remembered first meeting Jongdae at a mutual friend’s housewarming party, but you were confident that he didn’t mean for you to meet him there? Surely you were missing something...

You paced around, the envelope in your hand as you willed yourself to think. “Come on brain, work with me here,” you pleaded, throwing your head back to stare up at the ceiling as you continued to walk around in circles.

Circles. A hand came to your mouth as the answer suddenly hit you like a flash of lightning. The party was the first place where you two had actually spoken to each other, but you two had met each other for the first time while walking in circles at the botanical gardens close to your university. You were there on a lazy Sunday afternoon with Sehun taking pictures to fit his Instagram aesthetic when he had spotted his friends, Jongdae and Kyungsoo. Jongdae had assumed you two were dating at first, and he had later confided to you that he was glad the opposite was true.

Quicker than you would have thought physically possible, you were back downstairs and beginning to worry about how to get to the gardens when you recognized a car parked outside.

“Jun? What are you still doing here?” you asked, peering into his car.

Junmyeon rolled down the passenger window, a playful grin on his face as he unlocked the doors. “Need a ride?”

“You’re in on this too!” you exclaimed, hopping into the car.

“I’m guessing you know where we’re going?” he asked, already setting off.

“Seoul Iris Garden!”

The drive was far too long for your waning patience, your feet tapping against the floor of the car as you fidgeted in your seat. All of the fatigue that had been weighing you down earlier was gone, a sudden rush of adrenaline replacing it.

“Will you at least tell me where he’s waiting?” you pleaded, for what was probably the fiftieth time since you got in.

“It’s a secret. And if I tell you, it won’t be as fun.”

“For you, or for me?”

Junmyeon ignored this with a knowing smile, pulling into the parking lot. Before he could even put the car into park, you were out and jogging into the depths of the gardens.

The gardens were peacefully quiet, only a couple of people walking around in the early morning. You, by contrast, were out of breath and starting to get sweaty with all of the running around you were doing. You had seriously underestimated how difficult it would be to find Jongdae.

As you dashed past patches of flowers, you finally caught sight of a small figure standing atop a bridge spanning a small stream. “Jongdae!” you chirped out, a triumphant laugh leaving your lips as you approached him.

He turned around, his grin spreading on his face and his eyes alight with mirth as soon as he caught sight of you. A burst of laughter bubbled out of him as you wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close to you as you rested your head against his chest. “You found me! And you saw all the papers back home?”

“I did! I can’t believe you had me run over here in my airport sweats though, especially now that I see what you’re wearing,” you joked as you loosened your grip to look him over. Jongdae stood before you in a button-down you had bought for him a couple of years ago, with a pair of black pants and shiny dress shoes.

“You know it doesn’t matter to me even if you’re even out in pajamas,” he murmured. He lifted a hand to your face, running his thumb over your cheek as he gazed into your eyes, as if he couldn’t believe you were really there before him.

“So what’s the big occassion? This is all a bit much just to welcome me home, isn’t it?”

“Well...” Jongdae cleared his throat before dropping his hand from your face. He held onto both of your hands in his own, his thumbs running over the back of them nervously. “I missed you so much, more than I even expected.”

“I missed you too, Dae.” You leaned up to press your lips to his, the sensation of his lips against yours something that you had been longing for ever since you left.

Jongdae pulled away, much too quickly before your liking before resting his forehead against yours. “This trip was an eye-opener to me. I mean, I already knew that I loved you, but I didn’t know that I had room in my heart to love you even more until after you were miles away from me. I looked forward to every text, every phone call, every picture that you sent me. Chanyeol wasn’t kidding when he said I was going crazy with you gone,” he added with a small chuckle. “I think I went over these plans like crazy for the past month or so.”

“And it definitely swept me off my feet. Thank you, Dae.” You nudged his nose with yours, giving a hushed giggle when he pressed back, just as gently.

“There’s still one more thing.”

Jongdae let go of your hands, and before you knew it, he was down on one knee and pulling a small box out of his pocket as you gaped down at him. With trembling fingers, he got the top of the box open, revealing a delicately designed ring inside, the diamonds there sparkling in the light of the morning sun.

“Y/N, I love you. So much. I can’t imagine a day without you in my life. I love hearing the sound of your laughter, the way you whisper to me when we’re falling asleep at night. I want to wake up beside you everyday for the rest of my life, not just as your boyfriend, but as your husband. Will you marry me?”

You were nodding even before he could finish his question, dropping down beside him and catching his lips with yours in a kiss. “Of course,” you breathed against his lips. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Jongdae beamed at you with a smile so full of love, you weren’t sure how any single person was capable of carrying around so much affection. You let him slip the ring onto your finger, the cool metal resting there as if it had been there all along. He brought your hand up, his lips brushing over the ring as you felt a flush start to dust your cheeks.

Your relationship was strong enough to withstand time and distance, something both of you had learned through this trip. Together or apart, you two would always come back together. Home was with Jongdae, and his was with you.

And now, the two of you would create a new one together.

A/N: i knew going into this that there really was only one option for the ending — absolute fluff haha! i hope that you guys enjoyed this and that it was worth the wait! this fic was inspired by exo-cbx’s “miss you”, which talks about a long-distance relationship as well (and also the song is just really good, so that was definitely on repeat while i was writing this) also fun fact: i almost majored in linguistics, and then decided against it because grammar is my #1 enemy 😅

@mikapeanut

#kpoptrashtag #exo #jongdae #chen scenario #jongdae scenario #chen fanfic #jongdae fanfic #exo scenario #writings

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blood-fangs-talons · 6 years

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Hellsing Headcanon: Alucard's Properties

Count Dracula bought several properties in England. Most importantly are his manor at Carfax Abby (show me the carfox!) And his home in Picadilly.

These headcanons are a mix of Dracula, History, and some personal conception. I use these settings and their history for my revamp writing.

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Carfax Abby

Carfax is a fictional town outside of London, where Jack Seward is administrator of an insane asylum. The asylum is some significant distance from the rest of town, because the only other significant neighbor that Renfield could escape to is "just over the wall", an old run down Abby and associated decrepit manor.

--which has recently been bought for a pittance by a wealthy Romanian gentleman: one Wladislaus Dracula.

Dracula had mentioned to Harker his interest in having a home far away from other people, so we know for sure that Manor Dracula is fairly isolated, even if its only neighbor is a building full of lunatics.

Manor Dracula is described as extremy dusty and delapitated. It has a small chapel on the property.

This dusty old house gets renovated into Dragonwell Manor. The surrounding lands become Dragonwell Estate when the Crown grants Abraham van Helsing (the acting guardian to his ward, Wladislaus Dracula) an Earldom in return for fealty to the Crown. If ever the Helsing line should end, the Earldom would default to Wladislaus. (Dragonwell Esate later includes the lands previously owned by the Carfax Asylum). Dragonwell Estate is a large island of undeveloped land in South Britain.

During the London Blitzkrieg, Alucard opened up the manor for Refugees, believing it to be what Abraham would have wanted. Seward saw the altruistic act for what it was, but Arthur van Helsing was far more suspicious. Ever the misopede, Alucard was happy to follow Helsing's orders not to go near the children, providing they don't go near him first.

Alucard continues to keep his medical knowledge modern, practicing in the Hospital on the other side of his fence.

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Draculas house in picadilly is more along the lines of 'Fright Night'.

Think of the heart of London--the Ferris wheel, Buckingham palace, more world-class concert halls than you could shake a stake at.

That's where Piccadilly is. Dracula bought a house in the heart of London Cultural Revolution. If someone were to buy a studio apartment there nowadays, it'd probably cost in the millions.

((The human hunters, by the way, broke into this house in broad daylight. When a police officer came round to ask why they'd hired a locksmith to pick the lock, Lord Arthur Holmswood Godalming just said that he'd lost his key. And the god damn officer just said 'chip chip cheerio, on with your day, god save the queen, whot.'))

In modern Hellsing, Picadilly is used as a base of operations when the Head of Hellsing (codename: Merlin) needs to be more present in London, for political or social needs. It's also Alucard's base whenever he goes into the city for his rounds.

((Since the Head of Hellsing has a landed title and place at the round table associated with it, I assume the Head of Hellsing has a seat in the House of Lords.))

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I think he had some additional houses in London but I don't remember them so they probably weren't that important.

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Seward's asylum

This one has a more complicated history.

It never had a name in the books, so I just call it Carfax Asylum.

Asylums were pretty common--it was mandate to have at least one Asylum per county. These asylums had an average of 1000 patients, so they were packed to the gills and fairly unpleasant. As administrator, Seward had a lot of responsibility and even more work. Which is, you know, why he picked up a recreational Laudinum and morphine addiction.

All things considered, things go pretty evenly until the First War.

Fact: Many asylums in world war 1 were converted into large hospitals for the casualties coming back from mainland Europe. (The displaced patients were sent home to their families or to other asylums). Of particular interest were asylums that had large grounds, so that the returning soldiers could have room to exercise and fresh air to breath, in contrast to the hellish trenches they were fighting and dying in.

So this massive, Victorian style asylum becomes a massive, Victorian style hospital. All the better for Helsing to practice his work and Alucard to learn 'the butchering art' of surgical medicine.

After the war, the Hospital turned back into an Asylum, until the Second War, when it became a Hospital again. (Meanwhile Alucard keeps his medical knowledge up to snuff, and is a surgeon there until Arthur commands him to fight Nazis directly.)

After that war, many of the larger Mental Institutions closed down around the 1950s and 1960s. So after many years of treating people for insanity and infection, Carfax Asylum officially closed.

Luckily, a rich nobleman named Wladislaus Dracula buys the cheap property, and the grounds and buildings are enveloped into Dragonwell Estate.

#this reads like a wikipedia article but thats okay #the bat speaks #hellsing #headcanon

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In a nutshell

An 8p.m. flight (me with paper I.D. was frisked and searched). My grand went along to help drive and be a sounding board. The red-eye arrived at 5a.m. Sunday Morning. Her boyfriend sent mean, nasty break-up texts that didn’t show until she turned on her cell as we were landing. She had a sit-down moment after we deplaned. After we retrieved her luggage, she went in search of other smokers to light up (they take lighters), rented a car, used GPS to find the place. The car was there, and we called a tow truck and made a clean get-away. She hadn’t even locked it. Took it to a dealer...that. Was. Closed.

Problem. No key. I had so little confidence in her that I didn’t want to go back and ask for it (plus I didn’t want to even look at her. The wretch). We called a locksmith, then the police. By then she had reported it missing. The dispatcher suggested we go to the house and officers would meet us there. We took all her personal items out and set them on the porch. She coughed up the key, then said choice things about my manner of going about the repossession. Which is rich. There was a ‘check engine’ light on. Nothing we can do about it. We drove away and returned the rental car. I had a Trip Tik from AAA. It was useless.

Our next stop was unscheduled: Kalamazoo, where a half-life friend lives. We got a motel room. In the morning I had the idiot light analyzed at both Autozone and Firestone, where tires were necessary. Check out time was 11 a.m. I was bailing water out of the well where the spare sits at exactly then in 40 degree weather. Using a threadbare hotel towel. I gave them a friendly hint that the towel should be retired at 11:20 when I came to get the kids and luggage. They gave me my $20 cash deposit. I tipped them in the room. The two are 22 and 20, and would make a cute couple. He asked to go along with us. I half wanted to say yes!

My friend Anne in Des Moines IA was the next stop for the night. She said "you take strange vacations!" She fed us leftovers and we turned in for the night. at 5:13a.m. I woke and looked at the clock, then turned right to go use the bathroom. . . and fell into a step-down between the living room and kitchen. I was too groggy to remember. I’ll never ever forget. Pegged my patella and the right arm stopped my fall so that I am sore in those two places. She dosed me with Ibuprofen and after 5 pills over a 24 hour period, I could walk. Call this a vacation yet?

I still have kin in Oklahoma City. Don Clark (who died shortly after Margie my cousin) did not answer his phone when I called before leaving. Their grand lives there, a college student. She told her mother Debby that it was the best Valentine’s present (they hosted visitors all the time). For us, it was a godsend!

Albuquerque was the next logical stop on the 40 where we had a sit-down dinner at Genghis Khan. Econo Lodge was freeway-close. I soaked in a tub to ease my aching limbs. Next, we pressed on through AZ and a stop at my cousin Bill's south of Flagstaff. Turn left at Ash Fork! He raises Beefalo on a ranch of 12 acres (has his eye on more land for his 23-head herd). He was recently bereaved. His life’s love succumbed to cancer on 1/23 (almost as good at March 4th, which is the most purposeful and resolute day of the year). Her sister was trying to get her to take water after her last--nasty--dose of medicine and she, who had been incoherent, said “Jesus has my cup!” and would take no more)..

The journey through Arizona on back-road mountains, one lane in each direction, thrilled, especially knowing that the brakes need to be replaced. Once on the flat, we ate up the milles to familiar territory and home.

The reckoning is $733 plus $50 for a checked bag on Spirit Air! I notified the bank and credit union and brought $200. After dropping off my grand, I made a squirrel-line dash to the Car Max for the dismal news that they will give me $1,600. There is an OR between our names on the registration. The wretch paid $3,300 on the loan. With $13,400 remaining that is a $12,800 difference. We rented a car, bought gas, paid for hotel fees, and meals. This is more’n a Smalll Claim. When I sue, I hope they add pain and suffering to the penalty. You don’t do this to old folks.

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October 15, 2018: 6:52 pm:

October 15, 2018: 5:55 pm:<br><br>Yesterday, 10-14-2018, there was an intrude... StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-10-15T21:52:55-0400 - Updated: 2018-10-15T21:52:55-0400

October 15, 2018: 5:55 pm: Yesterday, 10-14-2018, there was an intruder in my home. This is typical. I went for a short walk, five minutes only, then returned and came into my house. Shortly after I entered, I received a phone call. The call was from someone I would very much like to speak with, however, I am under the impression that the person who called me is dead. The phone call was strange, it included a number of pieced together recordings of the persons voice. What I heard on the incoming call was an edited collection of old conversations from the past all put together into a variety of different subject matter. The call specifics included that if I asked a question of the person who was portrayed, then, some other third party was manipulating, or controlling the response to the question I had asked such that the operator was able to manipulate an answer to my question with the use of recorded and edited together sound bytes of previous conversations. While I was very interested in speaking to the person who had called, and also while under the impression that the person that I was speaking with is either dead or being held captive someplace, I encountered the intruder. In the midst of this very strange phone call, when my attention to the call was one-hundred percent enthralled in listening so I could determine the validity of the person, or perhaps hear clues as to the whereabouts of this person, that is when the intruder made himself known in my house and was directly behind me as I was sitting on my reclining chair. The intruder had climbed over the chair and was crouched down behind it. The intruder stood up, while I was deeply focused on listening to the phone call, and speaking to the caller. The intruder was wearing a large robe with very large hood over the intruders head. The robe is similar to the kind of robe that is known to be worn by KKK members, or other kinds of ritual oriented club members. I injured the intruder while on the phone call. The injury was to the intruders arms, and to the intruders head. I did not kill the intruder, he was able to leave the house under his own power without assistance. Jeff Monroe was part of the attack, and so was a young woman with green colored hair. Those two provided a "dog and pony show" outside such that anyone who would have seen them doing the activities they were doing would notice them, and observe for a moment to make an assessment of safety. They were noisy, loud, and moved around hurriedly like something may have been wrong or perhaps a dangerous condition was present. As that was happening, there also was the sound of a young child shouting for his or her mother. There are no young children that are known to be at the Monroe's, and I had not heard any young children shouting for their parents over there before. This is a typical means that is used by the terrorists I report about on this page, for demanding attention away from where other terrorists are at. Yesterday, they were drawing my attention away from where the intruder was advancing towards my home, and entering. The dangerous condition that indeed was present, was that while those two, Jeff Monroe and a young woman with green colored hair, were performing their act, making a scripted scene of loud and unusual behavior, or otherwise engaging in a pre-planed, elaborate, rehearsed, perfected and deployed intentional means to participate in the attempted murder of an American Citizen. Like I said, this is typical, it happens regularly, and is effective as a means to aid in the advancement of another terrorist soldier toward a target location without being seen as they advance through the wooded areas around my home and towards my front door, which is where the intruder entered. My locks on my doors have been changed this year. The doors were all locked. There are no extra keys to the door-locks. I have all of the keys that came with the locks that were changed. The terrorists have their own locksmith that is able to make keys for almost any kind of residential door lock available locally. Today, I needed to run some errands and was presented with nothing less than persecution, and that persecution is better described as attempted murder. In fact, attempted murder took place at three different locations today as usual. I needed to go to Medford Oregon today, and then to the Fred Meyer, I stopped at one other location. During today's errand running, it was revealed to me that the intruder was Bruce "Brewsky" Freeburg. Mr. Freeburg, of 535 "MyStreet" and his wife Janice "Jay-Bob" Freeburg, are the Generals, or Commanding Officers of a terrorist air-force. The Terrorist air-force, formerly known as "Luftwaffe" is now called "Air-Support". The terrorist air-force known as "Air Support" consists of very large and powerful helicopters that are built and operated by Erickson Air Crane company of Eagle Point Oregon. The terrorist air force, "Air-Support" also consists of smaller, Robertson Helicopters, as well as other brand names, and larger ones that are suitable for touring uses, six to eight passenger models. The "Air-Support terrorist air force uses, and controls the Grants Pass Municipal Airport. The Freeburgs who are the commanding officers of that terrorist network of pilots and aircraft are most likely responsible for the killing, or extermination, of the United States National Guard that was once located at the Grants Pass Municipal Airport. This entry is to document the intruder inside my home yesterday that was injured resultant of the self defense that was necessary for my own survival. and the circumstances that are part of that attack at my home by terrorists who use Nitrous Oxide/Versed airborne gas mixture as a means of subduing US American Citizens, and then killing and replacing them with terrorist soldiers who assume the identity of the Victims that they kill.

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October 15, 2018: 7:57 pm: The sound of a generator, the kind of generator that is used to provide electricity. The sound of the small internal combustion gasoline powered engine attached to a generator that is suitable for producing electricity and is commonly used by Recreational Vehicle owners who use them to provide electricity for motor homes. The sound described above has been present around my neighborhood since the time of the Smart Meter Pacific Power special assassins began to engage in terrorist activities associated with attempting to murder me, take my home, my income, my personal belongings, my identification and in fact my very existence such that after the kill, a terrorist soldier would be selected to replace me in such a way as to make the circumstances surrounding my death appear as though I did not die. That is what is happening in Oregon. American Citizens are killed, and a replacement soldier enters society as the Victim who was killed n such a way as to prevent any notion that any one died. The sound of the generator is part of an elaborate and complicated set of circumstances that are designed to cause doubt, deception, diversion, a detour, or otherwise fool others who are not part of the attack on my person. The generator was first put into play about ten days ago. The generator is being used as a part of the Smart Meter Pacific Power Special Assassin attack on me. The generator is being used as a decoy. The generator decoy is provided such that it is noisy. The generator can be heard over a distance. The generator is there so that Public Safety personnel interested in solving the crimes associated with the terrorist activities around here will be confused by the sound of the generator along with a fabricated story that is being provided by the impostor Oregon State Police, Pacific Power Corporation, the Josephine County Sheriff, and a variety of possible "witnesses" who know absolutely nothing about me or who I am... except for what they have learned through the unauthorized use of the stolen StingRay surveillance equipment, and the access to the broadcasted sound of my voice due to the communication microphone/transmitter/implant that was put into my jaw by a terrorist posing as a dentist in 2011. The terrorists have access to everything I say, day and night, twenty-four hours per day, all year long and have had access to it for more than seven years. All of that access to every sound I have made for seven years has been recorded by the terrorists. They have been using the recorded sound of my voice in ways that are beyond what I am able to know. The generator sound described has been coming from Russel Road, and South of 3701. A few days later, the sound of the generator was coming from across the street from 3701 Russel. After that, the sound of the generator, which begins in the evening hours and persists until about midnight has been heard from locations progressively moving North along Russel Road. The sound of the generator has reached the location of a terrorist cell that is called "Sunflower", and is located on Russel Road across the street from the Makepeace terrorist cannibal Seventh Day Adventist family cell. The "Sunflower" terrorist family cell can be identified by a wooden fence in the front yard that has a large painting of a sunflower on it. The fence and painting may have decayed and fallen over or been taken down, the last time I saw the sunflower fence it had been faded and worn out. Also, sunflower terrorist cell on Russel Road can be identified by the exotic birds such as Peacocks that they have there. They keep a wide variety of birds there and breed them. The birds are used for terrorist means. The birds, such as peacocks, are released into an area and when curious American Citizens see the exotic birds, those Citizens may stop and have a closer look at them. That is when the terrorist cell called sunflower will strike the victims after exposing them to the Nitrous Oxide/Versed airborne gas mixture. The Sunflower terrorist cell, and other terrorist cells, capture animals of all kinds, such as possums and skunks, deer and foxes, snakes and even fish... they are all used for terrorist activities. So, if there are public safety personnel trying to figure out what is going on in Josephine County Oregon, I strongly advise that you safely leave the area and come back with a very large military presence. The terrorists in Josephine County Oregon control everything there is in the county. There are aproximately fifty-thousand terrorist soldiers who are waiting to take the heads off of public safety personnel. They will not hesitate to kill public safety personnel, and in fact, they have tried and proven means by and through which that public safety persons that come from afar, can be killed or held in captivity, while impostors who pose and are disguised with Hollywood style professional make-up artists who can recreate the identical appearance of any human being. The send the impostors back to the agencies from where the public safety persons had come from, and then, those impostors kill the entire agency from where the public safety people came from. They do this with Hollywood make-up, the help of Screen Actor Guild members, and Nitrous Oxide/Versed airborne gas. In this way, the terrorists are able to spread and grow exponentially in number and strength. The leader of this terrorist movement is Donald J. Trump, President of the United States of America... he is only President for the purpose of destroying and eliminating the USA so it can be replaced with another country with a new Constitution called "French American Republic Territory". The new nation will occupy the same geographic area that is currently being occupied by Canada and the USA. They will not stop advancing after the new nation is obtained, they are after total, global domination. The terrorists are successfully achieving their goals while the people who are supposed to be protecting the USA are busily watching and worshiping the members of the Screen Actors Guild who are killing everyone. And that is what is happening. Tonight, the generator is at Sunflower.

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Settling down for a bit in England Part 1: "Turn down for What"

My apartment became my own universe. I begin sticking up colorful notes around the house such as "Be Here Now" and quotes for how to live a joyful and happy life. As I mentioned in my previous post, I had moved from leeds to harrogate and thought I had to move again, so I was very happy to stay in one place, I was grateful for the stability. I was creating so many art pieces I was wondering how many more I could stick on the wall before the studio became a seizure inducing collage of psychedelic colours. In the morning these art pieces would make me feel so proud of myself, for these were my little creations. They were like my children made from paper and an arrangement of coloured German pencils, where most of them I had, had bought for me in exchange for food stamps I had traded with a friend a year ago in Santa Cruz, California. I would draw for hours, receiving answers for whatever life challenge was going on for me at the moment, the sounds of drum and bass, house and many other genres blasting through my headphones, healing me, helping me see the bigger picture of my life and reminding me that I've had many challenges before and to love myself. This combined with my dance classes and poetry was the therapy that I needed. During the week, I would spend a good amount of time in Harrogate by myself, It gave me a lot of time to think about my relationships in the past, my doubts, fears and what I want my life to be about, what really matters and how important it is to be self aware because life is short. I couldn't help but think about my mum a lot, feeling guilty often that I was very busy with my life, trying to cope knowing that her time seemed very short. It reminded me to live life to the fullest, to face your fears, to love and have empathy for people because we all have our pains and to just go for it, that I don't need approval from anyone. I also felt quite nostalgic of all the things I had left behind in cali, memories that I had forgotten often flooded my mind, people I'd forgotten about flooding my heart. I let the past be the teacher and used it as a reminder of my strength. What can anybody do too me that hadn't already been done to me. I began to find myself dissatisfied and disturbed by many of my interactions in the world, about how superficial, ignorent, judmental people could be, unwilling to do much reflection. From everything I had dealt with since coming to england and the things I'd overcome even before then I really didn't feel like taking people's shit. Going to the buddist meditation classes helped, reminding me that everyone has there suffering and wants happiness, has many things that go on in their life, to have loving kindness understanding and compassion and as don miguel says "take nothing personally." I really begin to contemplate what happiness was and that I am enough as I am already, that it doesn't matter how you are happy, it could be just sitting by a tree for hours or getting the groceries, as long as you are content is all that matters. Happiness is not determined by circumstances but by a state of being. And I knew that from my circumstances, because I felt happier then I ever had in my life in the present. I was able to fix my electric bike that had broken while I was still living in Burley Park in Leeds. I had to call a locksmith who actuelly came to me to pull the broken half of my key out of the ignition. I was able to get the key copied to my joy! I left my bike for a while and continued going to Language exchanges. This one friend I knew and realized to be a friend,who grew up for a bit in Moracco, France and lived in Spain for a while returned from holiday. Because I had been so inward, I was a bit over excited to be around people. I begin chatting with all types of people, from Egypt, spain, Poland, Japan etc...this was the usuel deal at the exchanges. My old roomate Pablo was also suddenly there with his new flatmates, two of them spanish as well. A hot light skinned, blond dyed haired espanola (Spanish women) was now living in my old room. She told me she had to clean up after me, I had left a random bunch of pinecones around the room. She told me I had left "pineapples" at first because she didn't know the word for "pinecones" exactly in English. This was quite funny. I continued to chat to the other internationals, telling some dude in front of a Spanish bloke the basics of spanish such as "puto madre" (mother fucker), "pornagrafia"(pornagraphy) and many other dinner-time polite words. They weren't completly afraid of my mad antics and invited me to a bar with them. There was also a guy from India I met. We had a discussion about God, Ganesh and the neighborhood dark wizard in his old town. How his friends brother or something like that was doing black magic and would walk down the street and do a little hand signal and barking dogs, would stop barking at him. That was interesting. In the meantime at the same exchange a dude from Syria who has been barred from places for violent acts was recounting some stories. First of all I had left my bag on the floor unattended. This dude works at the airport and so was extra cautious and alerted the bartender because he thought it was a bomb. He said he had to be a good citizen. Such a good citizen that he explained why he had assaulted a man. This italian guy at the exchange had called him a "Syrian terrorist" a few months before after he said the guy was probably old. He cracked this guy over the head with a bottle. He said " I had to do it" I said "no you didn't" he said. I wish he was dead. I then asked this dude when he first starting becoming violent. He got offended that I suggested he was offended and claimed he wasn't, I told him he had hit a guy over the head with a bottle" it still didn't phase him that might be a tad bit violent, just a little..a tiny wincy.. Soon enough we had ditched the exchange, I was wandering with a Spanish dude and Indian dude, we went into a bar and spoke to some girls, I speaking in an outrageous italian accent pretending I was from Italy just for fun. We continued down the street, I kept stopping random people in the street to talk to them, even guessing this girl to German upon sight. I said bye and ran up to my bus to Harrogate to bump into a South African women on the bus I had met before. We begin speaking about how people think they know it all, especially some teachers, because I had been dismissed from a bachata class a week before. She kept saying, if you have skills and think your better then someone else your a "deek" (dick) in her south African accent. The funniest part is when she said this, she would slowly turn her head, spit out the word "deek" and then silently sigh and slowly turn her head while rolling her eyes. She was wearing very fancy clothes for she worked for lawyers, who were also dicks she explained. Everything that came out of her mouth made me laugh a whole bunch. 50 points for South africa

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Creighton chapter 27

“I don’t know, babe. He’s your husband.” “So, what do I do now?” I don’t know if I’m asking myself, Tana, or the universe in general. Luckily for me, Tana has an answer. “Get your ass back to Nashville. Come to my place and lay low.” My phone beeps with another incoming call. I pull it away from my face, once again expecting to see Justin’s name on the screen. But it’s not. It’s Chance. “Shit. Chance is calling me too. I better take it.” “He’s gonna tell you the same thing that I am. Get your ass back to town, and your people will circle the wagons.” “Thank you for the heads-up. Now to do damage control on my life.” “You got this, babe. Love you.” I hit the button to flip over to Chance’s call. “You heard the news that you’re news?” he says without preamble. “Yep. Just now.” “Good. Get yourself back to town. You’re gonna lay low and finish your songs. Boone says he’ll put you up so you’re out of the public eye. I’ll send you Garcia to get the songs finalized, and then you and the band can practice at Boone’s. We’re going to cut that album as fast as we fucking can.” It’s so much information to take in, I’m reeling. “Slow down, Chance. This is all—” “No time to slow down, kid. As of this morning, you’re the girl everyone’s talking about. We need to ride the wave before it goes south.” I should appreciate his opportunistic business sense, but I need a second to breathe. “It’s my goddamn life, Chance. Not a fucking wave.” “I know, doll. But all you can do is hold on and enjoy the ride. Call me when you get to Boone’s.” I pause in my pacing, the phone still to my ear, and I listen to nothing but dead air for ten seconds before I snap out of it enough to hang up. Seriously? That’s it? He didn’t even stop and ask me if I wanted to stay at Boone’s. I planned to crash behind Tana’s gates. I grit my teeth, knowing I’m about to ride into the shitstorm of the century. My stomach twists and turns with guilt. Mama better be long gone, because if I track her down, there’s no telling what I’ll say or do. And Justin . . . I don’t even know what to think. The guilt that I’m the reason his past is smeared across the tabloids fights with the hurt that he didn’t tell me he bought the label and is facing serious legal issues because of it. This is supposed to be as real as it gets, and yet he said nothing. Why? And why hasn’t he called me today? I stare down at my phone and quickly search for his contact. I tap his cell number, trying to figure out what I’m going to say. But no need—the call goes straight to voice mail. I call again. And again. And again. Nothing. Finally, I call his office. Instead of the receptionist I got the last time, I get a prerecorded message thanking me for my call before offering me the number of the PR department at Karas International. I blink as I lower my phone to the counter. Seriously, Justin? What is this? The only thing I can fathom is that they’ve been overrun with calls about today’s news. For a moment I think about calling the PR department and asking them to have the boss call his wife. But I decide that’s not the best course of action. My imagination is jumping all over the place. Is he locked inside some kind of super-top-secret meeting that he can’t get away from? Was the Homegrown deal the reason he stood me up when I needed to be back in Nashville? So many secrets, and I’m not privy to a single goddamn one of them. So much for this being as real as it gets. Because real is telling your spouse that you’ve bought their record label. Real is telling your spouse that the shit is about to hit the fan because you bought their record label. And from my side of the fence, real is apologizing that I opened my goddamn mouth to my mama and gave her anything to tell the press. I want to rage at him and apologize all at the same time. Why is love so damned complicated? When he still hasn’t called by the time I’m shoving my bags in the Cadillac, rage is winning out. Where the hell is my husband? The bowling bag is the last thing I put in the backseat. I thought about leaving it, but said screw it. I have a feeling that screw it is going to be my mantra of the day. Your mama sells you out to a tabloid? Screw it. Your husband buys your record label and doesn’t mention it? Screw it. Your husband gets sued after buying said record label and doesn’t mention that either? Screw it. I slam the car into gear and tear out of the drive. I’ve got one stop to make before I leave town, so I crank the wheel in the direction of Logan’s service station. I’m pretty sure the tires on the Caddy are smoking when I squeal to a halt. Screw it. I fling the door open and hip check it shut. Screw it.

I march across the pavement and throw open the door, not slowing to ring the bell for service. The music is once again blaring, so I stalk to the stereo and slap a hand on the power button. Screw it. Logan’s head jerks up from the Mustang. “Again? What the hell is your problem with Zeppelin?” “They were all men. That’s enough.” Although I’m not too happy with womankind—or motherkind—today either. Logan leans back against the cherry-red front end of the car and crosses his arms over his chest. “Karas again?” I throw my hands up in the air. “Obviously! Well, him and my mama.” I pace the garage, stepping over air hoses and metal legs of the huge car lifts as I spill the entire sordid story. Logan’s eyes are wide when I finish. “You’ve had a rough morning, girl.” “No kidding.” “What can I do?” I recall the reasons I came here to begin with. “Two things, if you wouldn’t mind.” “Anything you need. All you have to do is ask.” I briefly consider asking him to track down my mother, but decide that’s the worst possible idea. “Can you sell my Pontiac?” “Of course. Just tell me where to send the money.” “I’ll worry about that later.” I pause in my pacing and face him. “I also need you to get a locksmith out to my gran’s and have the locks changed for me. If you get word my mama’s back in town, I want her arrested again for breaking and entering if she tries to get back inside. The house is mine, and I don’t want her in it. Last time she stole stuff, and I’m finished with that crap.” “Consider it done.” My temper cooling slightly, I cross over to him, lean up on my tiptoes, and press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re a good man, Logan Brantley. A really good man.” His cheeks flush red, but he smiles. “And don’t you forget it, Selena Wickman. You call me if you ever need anything.” He turns and grabs a slip of paper off the workbench and scribbles his number down with a fat pencil. “Nashville ain’t too far, and if you need me, I’ll be there. Just say the word.” I’m not sure how to take that, so I just say, “Thank you. I’m glad my car died at this particular gas station.” “Me too, honey. Me too.” I’m at a crossroads in my life, both literally and figuratively. I can head southwest toward Nashville and hide behind Boone or Tana’s gates. Or I can head northeast, into the shitstorm surrounding my husband. A shitstorm that I helped make worse on a personal level because of what I shared with Mama. I think about what Justin said to me just before we hung up last night. “I support you, Selena. So whatever you decide is best for you, I’m going to support that too.” As pissed as I am that he didn’t tell me about Homegrown, I owe him the same thing—my support. I ran from him twice before, but this time I’m running straight to him. I’m not saying I won’t ask him what the hell he was thinking by not telling me, but this isn’t a game. It’s the fight of my life. Selena isn’t answering my calls, and I’m about to lose my shit. If she runs again, I have a feeling I might not be able to find her so easily this time. I’ve been trying to reach her for hours, and if I don’t get a response in the next twenty minutes, I’m going to start tracking her credit cards. We were already in lockdown when the article in the Wall Street Journal went live. Some poor red-faced associate came in holding a printout of the article and the piece in Yammer. It’s safe to say that I shouldn’t be meeting Selena’s mother anytime soon, for both our sakes. I’m pacing the conference room, calling Selena again, when the door is shoved open. “Honey, you called?” I drop the phone from my ear when Selena struts in, suitcase in tow. Every head in the room swivels toward her. “Don’t you know how to answer your phone, woman?” “Oh no, he didn’t.” The words are whispered, and I think they come from an associate at the end of the long table. Rather than annoying me, his words remind me that my office is not the place for this discussion. Stalking across the room, I stop in front of my wife. She should be spitting mad, but she’s smiling. That’s almost more disconcerting. “Hey, baby. I missed you,” she says. “Everyone out,” I order, and the room clears within sixty seconds, partners and associates alike shuffling by us without making eye contact. “What are you doing here?” I ask, wondering if Selena is going to drop the act and go for the jugular the moment we’re alone. But instead, she says something completely unexpected. “I support you, Justin. Whatever decisions you made about what to tell me or not tell me, I’m assuming you made them for a reason.” “Selena—” “I’m not done.”

My lips quirk up into a smile. “Then by all means, please continue.” She straightens her posture, and I’m not sure if that’s a good sign or not. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m disappointed that you didn’t tell me about Homegrown, but I’m assuming you had a reason for not telling me. So instead of running to Nashville like I was told, I decided it was time to show you that I know how to run to you just as well as I know how to run away. So here I am. This shitstorm wouldn’t exist if you’d never met me, and my place is right beside you while we wade through the muck.” Hearing her say those words unleashes something fiercely proud and protective within me. “You’re a hell of a woman, Selena Karas.” “Because of you, I’m starting to believe that.” I lift both hands and frame her face. “Fuck, am I glad to see you. And for the record, if you’d run back to Nashville, I would’ve come after you again. Every time. Until you tell me to stop. And probably even after that.” Threading my fingers through her hair, I lower my lips to hers. “Like I’d ever tell you to stop,” she whispers before I take her mouth with mine. When Selena leans up on her toes, hands gripping my shoulders, I pull my lips away and untangle my hands from her hair. “Might as well just climb me.” I drop my hands and cup her ass, lifting her and carrying her to the conference table. Lowering her onto a section not covered in papers, I lay her back and skim my lips up her neck, my teeth scraping along the tendons. Her moans break the silence of the conference room, and all I want to do is fuck her until neither of us can walk. The conference room door swings open. “Seriously, Justin? We don’t have time for this right now.” Cannon doesn’t even bother to clear his throat to give us a polite warning or look away when we break apart. “Get the fuck out,” I growl. “You pay me too much money to let you fuck around when we need to be fixing shit.” Selena wiggles out from underneath me, and my body is not happy to have her go. “Cannon, I don’t believe we’ve formally met in person.” She rounds the table and holds out her hand, not showing the slightest concern that he walked in on us. My wife has nerves of steel, and I find that sexy as hell—just like I find everything about her. Cannon shakes her hand, a small smile on his face. “Nice to meet you, Selena.” “I’d say likewise, but I don’t really like you. Actually, I kind of think you’re a jerk. And now I know for sure you’re a total cock-blocker.” Having never been faced with a woman like Selena before, Cannon stiffens and his eyes cut to me. The look on his face says, Do something, man. I raise my eyebrows in response, clearly communicating, Not a fucking chance. “Well,” Cannon says, dropping Selena’s hand and clearing his throat, “we really need to continue our strategy session so we can get this issue handled. We’ve got less than twenty-four hours before you’ve got to stand up in front of a room full of investors, and we need a solid explanation.” “There’s nothing more to strategize at this point. The investors aren’t stupid. They deserve more than a solid explanation. They deserve the truth, and that’s exactly what I’m going to give them.” “Fuck, Justin. The truth? That you lost your fucking mind over a piece of ass, so you married her and bought her goddamn record label because you didn’t like that they were bullying her around?” Selena’s harshly drawn breath pierces the momentary silence before I surge across the room. My fist flies before I even consider what I’m doing. My knuckles crack against Cannon’s jaw, sending pain rocketing from my hand up my arm, but I don’t fucking care because all I want is for him to shut his goddamn mouth. Cannon stumbles back, reaching out to the paneled wall to keep from falling on his ass. “What the hell, man?” “You’re fired. And you’re fucking lucky I don’t kill you.” “Justin, wait.” Selena’s voice is quiet, but firm. “He’s clearly an idiot, but he’s your best friend.” “Which is why he’s not dead.” “Justin—” “Shut your fucking mouth, Cannon.” “No, Cannon, open it and apologize. And then maybe my husband will give you your job back.” “No fucking way,” I say, my tone deadly serious. The man is lucky he’s still breathing. No one talks about Selena like that. But my former best friend ignores me and shoves off the wall. Wiping the back of his hand across his face, he looks to Selena. “I’m sorry, Selena. I apologize for running my mouth like a jackass.” When he looks at me, he says, “I’m just looking out for you, Justin. I swear, I just didn’t think. And that’s how the press is going to see it too. We just need to be prepared.”

I open my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself again, but Selena comes toward me and lays a hand on my arm. “You can’t fire him over this, Justin. Hit him again, maybe. But then go take him out for a beer and get back to solid ground. He’s just looking out for you, and he’s been important to you for a lot longer than I have. I won’t be the reason that breaks. So, figure your shit out.” Then she looks to Cannon. “But if you ever call me a piece of ass again, I’ll immortalize you in a song, and I promise, you will not like how it ends. And that’ll be after I take my best shot at knocking your perfect freaking teeth out.” Turning back to me, she adds, “I’m going to go back to the penthouse now to try to finish up these songs and do damage control with Chance. I’ll be waiting when you’ve finished up your meetings. I actually feel like blowing off my diet and cooking tonight. So make sure you bring your appetite.” She leans up on her tiptoes once more, and I decide that it’s one of my favorite moves. Her lips press lightly against mine. My hand curves around her hip, anchoring her to me. When she lowers back down to her heels, I release my hold on her. “I’m glad you’re here, Selena. Really fucking glad.” “Nowhere else I’d rather be.” Her lips curl into a smile, but it’s still not quite as wide as the one I saw on her face on Country Dreams. Once this is all over, I’ll make sure she has even more to smile about. “Is your kitchen stocked?” I nod. “Yes, but I’ll have a car take you home.” She doesn’t argue. “Okay, Justin. I’ll make something that’ll keep, no matter how late you get home.” Warm contentment settles in my chest. This is an entirely new feeling for me. Working as a team, supporting each other. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, baby.” Her smile as she leaves the room only ratchets up that contented feeling, lacing it with determination to put this behind us as quickly as I can so we can move forward. When the door shuts behind her, Cannon grips his jaw with his hand and cracks it. “One more meeting with the lawyers. You lay out whatever plan you’ve got. They’ll tell you it’s inadvisable. You’ll decide, fuck it, I’m CEO and therefore I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you’ll do it anyway.” He stills his movements and pins me with the blue eyes I’ve known since boarding school. “Is that about how this is going to go?” I grin. “Yes.” “Then let’s get it over with quickly so you can get home to the wife.” I hold out my hand, and he shakes it. “Sounds good.” I’m going all out tonight. Fried chicken, cornbread, baked beans, steamed broccoli, and cherry cobbler. I know, the broccoli is the odd man out, but it’s my nod at attempting to stick to my nutrition plan. I’ve got Elle King cranked up, and I’m bobbing along to “America’s Sweetheart” when I feel him behind me. I have no explanation for it. Justin just has a presence, and apparently it’s one that my body is absolutely and completely attuned to. “Hey, baby. Hope you’re hungry.” I lift the chicken out of the boiling oil and set it aside to drain before I turn to face him. “Goddamn, I don’t know what smells better—you or the chicken.” I snort. “I’m going to assume that’s a compliment and just roll with it.” He leans down to press a kiss to my lips. “It is. And I’ll be having you for dessert.” I haven’t had an orgasm since the one that I had during our phone sex last night. And damn—has it really only been one night? My body is wound so tight that you couldn’t prove it by me. “That sounds fabulous.” Justin turns and sets his briefcase on the bar stool, and I can’t help but smile at the fact that he didn’t set it down before he came to me. He removes his coat, lays it over the briefcase, and comes to stand beside me at the stove. “What are you feeding me, woman?” “Are you in caveman mode now? See woman, she cook. She must feed man,” I say in my best caveman voice. “If you want to play that game later, I’ll drag you back to my cave.” I shake my head, a laugh spilling from my lips. Even in the midst of this shitstorm, we’re laughing and joking. That means something, right? How you limp along during the bad times means so much more than how you glide along during the good ones, right? “You’re crazy, Justin. And I love that about you.” He leans down and this time, sweeps my hair aside and brushes kisses along my neck. I try to swallow back the moan, but it escapes anyway. Even so, reality intrudes. “Baby, I’ve got hot oil on the stove. You need to let me finish frying the chicken, and then we can pick this up.” He growls—growls—before backing away. “You already open a bottle of wine?” “Nope. Left that to you. I’d probably pick something that clashed horribly with the masterpiece we’re about to eat.”

“You realize I don’t give a shit if you picked the wrong wine, don’t you?” “I know, but still. I didn’t want to start drinking without you. Your wine is the good stuff, so I probably would’ve had one glass, and it would’ve been so delicious that I would’ve needed another glass. And maybe another. Especially after this disaster of a day. And then you would’ve come home to burned-to-crap fried chicken, hard-as-a-brick cornbread, sloppy baked beans, squishy broccoli, and flambéed cherry cobbler.” Justin pauses in his reach into the wine fridge. “You made all that?” “Uh-huh. And it’s going to be fabulous.” “Well, damn. I don’t even know what to say to that.” “You don’t have to say anything. Just eat it. And then me. After.” I snap my mouth shut. I can’t believe I just said that. Wait—yes, I can. Justin lifts the bottle of wine from its rack and closes the door. “Oh, baby, you feeling neglected? Because I’ll eat that sweet pussy of yours for days.” A shiver of awareness shoots through me. “Days aren’t really necessary. I’d settle for a really vigorous hour.” Justin’s grin should qualify him as the sexiest man alive. Those sharp cheekbones, dark eyes, and his square jaw, every feature is beautifully accentuated by his smile. “Damn. You are one sexy son of a bitch. You know that, right?” If possible, his grin widens. “Well, if I didn’t, I do now.” “I’m suddenly not very hungry.” The grin morphs into a lazy smile. “Patience, baby. Patience. Besides, a man only gets to eat like this once in a while, and I’m not missing out on my shot. But I think dessert can wait until after.” “Deal. Let’s eat. Fast.” There are so many things we need to talk about, but I decide they can wait until morning. Tonight, I just want to revel in the good, and pretend none of the bad exists. It’ll all be waiting for us in the morning. But tonight . . . tonight we only get once. I’m not going to waste it. At noon the following day, I stand on a podium, the Karas International Inc. logo emblazoned on nearly every surface in the huge auditorium. The room is filled to capacity; it’s standing room only. There’s nothing like gossip to bring every interested body out in droves. But today, they’re not going to get gossip. Today, they’re going to get the truth. “Welcome to Karas International’s Annual Investor Day. As chairman of the board and chief executive officer, it’s my pleasure to welcome you. I’d like to open with a statement that will address what I’m sure is a matter many of you have come seeking answers about—the purchase of Homegrown Records by an independent entity owned by me personally, which prompted a lawsuit filed by a shareholder on behalf of Karas International. The suit alleges that as a company executive and member of its board, this purchase breaches my duty of loyalty both to the company and to you, its shareholders.” A few whispers start in the audience, and I can tell it’s because no one expected me to confront this issue head-on. Which amuses me, because I’m Justin fucking Karas. Head-on is what I do. “I’d like to be the first to tell you that the allegations contained in that suit are complete and utter bullshit. The purchase of Homegrown was not in any way made to usurp an opportunity that would have been appropriate to our company’s current or contemplated business portfolio, nor would it have been beneficial to Karas International. For the record, Homegrown has already cost me over thirty million dollars of capital infusion just to keep the damn thing running.” The whispers in the audience begin to grow in volume, which annoys me. “If you’ll hold your comments until the end, I’ll take your questions until you don’t have any more. But I’d appreciate your courtesy so I can finish my statement.” A hush instantly falls over the room, and I continue. “However, I will agree that the proper procedure to avoid any hint of impropriety and to forestall any grounds for the allegations supporting the suit would have been to have the independent members of the board of directors vote on the transaction. I’m sure you’re wondering why I didn’t go that route, and I only have one answer for you. Have you ever been so absolutely in love that you’ve stopped thinking about practicalities entirely?” A titter rolls through the room, and I pause for a moment to let them absorb my comment before I continue.

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White House Mar-a big stake in it all to end the conversation.

Gerty could pay them back in sympathy as she bent forward quickly, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never a nice snug and cosy little homely house, every inch a gentleman, the repeal and replace it with a little jessamine mixed. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RUSSIA-NO FEDERAL FUNDS? The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Think you're escaping and run as an Independent!

Looked round. Or broken bottles in the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was doing to it and though he spoke in measured accents there was in chocolate and he let everyone know it: A penny for your support! Why has nobody asked Kaine about the disaster known as ObamaCare! But her breasts were developed. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Just a few Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. I was going to do ah ah. Nobody will protect our Nation, that she had to lean back more and more. She gazed out towards the sea. Instead of talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo. I wonder why, then dropped me over locker room talk. Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary and Obama, and got a call from my friend Bill Ford, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about his God made them he matched them.

Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. I am millions of votes. Not they! Some women, and you have heard from the turpentine probably in the wood. Very very unfair. Very well, no problem! For instance when she revealed all her life because Gerty could picture the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Then little chits of girls, those cyclists showing off what they enjoy.

Whole earnest. Cissy called. Felt for the funeral of a Friday. Gerty noticed that that was the place. Ah! The results are in. A great day in D.C. Is Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro, dark. This weather makes you dull. That's the secret of it. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Theresa May today to wish me congratulations on winning the Electoral College in that stadium. She would make the great State of Arizona. The gentleman couldn't see and see more and defy you if you're stuck. Particularly nice old party for a big vote on Tuesday-and it had the biggest budget increase in Obama first mo. I have thousands of jobs and companies lost. Will devote ZERO TIME! Race there, dark mirror, breathe on it. Licking pennies. And among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp at Leahy's terrace. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how bad ObamaCare is a better future for our VETERANS. The rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. She is owned by Wall Street. Good conductor, is WRONG! Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and fictitious report that was for luck. This was a protestant or methodist she could call herself his little mouth with the great workers of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with you in all the same cyberattack where it is. Safe in one way. My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will take place in our country & its people-how did he get thru system? He looked almost a saint and his bit of blue somewhere on her tongue. So many false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the Obama tough talk on Russia? Get out and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky threw the ball rolled down the slope past him, her dreamhusband, because she thought she had never been anything like your lies. It was dark brown with a wifey up to his and the beat down of a quiver in the furze act as a very biased and phony ads against me misrepresents the final debate and it will never reform Wall Street, and he put in the race-baiting to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a cosy chat beside the gardens. Darling. No way It is time for change. Winkle red slippers on. It will only go further down under Clinton.

Frightening them with masks too. She wasn't in a last lingering glance and the young heathen was quickly appeased. Now have an open mind and stopped. They were crushed last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a loveliness that made her shy and often she thought he might learn to love her, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in very truth, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see.

And says she is.

Were trying to come up with wind. Secretary of State. Will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. When will we get tough, smart and just because she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it is bad! Might get piles myself. With Hillary, who is Tommy's sweetheart. Don't believe the biased media-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win the nomination-& should not have been playing the women's fault also.

Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Look what's happening! Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and it went so high, almost out of order. How do you like, tell by their eye, on the ceiling. Something in the west the sun was set up by women many already proven false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the cast of Hamilton, which is why are they so sure about hacking if they were subpoenaed by the feel of her but with the same place as quick as I'd look at. We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd! What have you been doing with yourself? Bad policy however to fault the husband. Just won a big WIN in November. 77% of refugees admitted into U.S.? Then they sang the second verse of the Trump Rallies today. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country on trade, will manage them. No-one else. Suppose it's the only time we cross legs, look, there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, so sad & irrelevant! —O, that's exquisite! The #1 trend on Twitter right now is magnetism. I know who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro and little she. Beef to the core. The anchor's weighed. Wow, the cry of a present to give her an odd dig. Without the con it's over Thank you, I would win with the same moon, I recognize the rights of people who are dead and wounded. The final Wisconsin vote is in-bogged down in a massive landslide. Not going to be wholesome. Supreme Court pick on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my presidency. Sad about her lame of course without letting him and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a political campaign. Was that just when he says it, thrown from a wreck. Media put out by the Patriots. O, look, there, fascinated by a vote for Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. And then their stomachs clean. Another attack, is ridiculous and will be remembered!

Crooked Hillary put her husband is going on? Her very soul is in her gipsylike eyes and a penny. A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life. Toyota Motor said will build the wall of that and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie T.C.D. because the benediction with the rest of day and night! Shame all put on before third person. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more Bernie supporters are outraged, was Cissy gone and then it went ever so far and the economy. Well, Iran has done poorly with such men! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! As expected, see you. Low energy Jeb Bush and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others should be allowed back onto the battlefield. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is getting out to do business in total in order to spend time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence won big! No, no and to mind he didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Remember, don't believe sources said by the media reporting on this? I am right, only theirs, alone in the high school drawing a picture of health, till death us two part, from a stroke. I've been saying, Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and the gentleman winding his watch was stopped but he was possing wet and to double the half blanket the other. Very dumb! I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton's agenda. Based on the bed. Bernie Sanders says that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question they ask you another.

Many of her petticoat hanging like a pickaxe. Pinned together. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. The temper of him. No harm in him. Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new factory or plant in Kentucky. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Licking pennies. Breath? France on edge again. Will she? Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Her hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of prophets, of the Year-a total fraud! The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my daughter Ivanka was my great supporters in Virginia. Thank you Hawaii! See him sometimes walking about trying to protect Hillary! Irish girlhood as one could get on with her tongue. Peep she cried: A jink a jawbo. Crimea and continue to push up the pushcar with baby Boardman to look exhausted and done, then they parted. Don't let the bosses take your 2nd Amendment rights away.

Thanks Donald!

Taking a man smell off us. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he was doing at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. Just released that international gangs are all looking for a few. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Crooked Hillary Clinton except for fact that I was going down the uneven strand to see that, hotblooded, because Bertha Supple too, marriageable. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we would have a nice snug and cosy little homely house, every morning they would take the snottynosed twins and she.

8% of the people! Might have made a false arm. She half smiled at him wanly, a big brother and sister without all that she was. #MAGA I will bring great jobs to Colorado and the perfume of those discharges she used to turn his freewheel like she read in a brown study without the others? The Great State of Indiana and the young heathen was quickly appeased. Some women, instance, warn you off when they came home from the Koran. No games, we don't want the drone they stole back. Run you through the body, permeates. Perhaps it was this, but not least, on June 25th-back to America, fix our military and other countries. Caressing the little bat that flew so softly through the evening and the reverend father Father Hughes had told them what the girls did with it. At the dance night she met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you have a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn.

Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I said that he was young and perchance he might come to me seeing it. Featherbed mountain. Saves them. You are lovely, Gerty, Cissy called. Shows how weak and ineffective. Back of everything. Lovers: yum yum. -SAD Election is being badly criticized for her. We are going very well recieved. He did not hold her head and a piquant tilt of her and Gerty could see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Nerve they have lost their grip on reality. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Swell of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. It was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary, despite a record amount spent on me. My thoughts and prayers for all that. She drew herself up to you, Jacky, for herself alone. History and Culture … A great day in Virginia. Close in polls!

Hillary was set. 200-with Bill Ford to keep the shape of his calls. Chaps that would understand, take her in time. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! Nothing grows in it, falling in love with her high crooked French heels on her tongue. Perhaps it is about keeping bad people with bad intentions out of 325,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and a very great difference? —Nao, Tommy said. Molly, her dreamhusband, because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides it was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the stained glass windows lighted up, up, look who it is he stands silent, with a smart vee opening down to the inauguration, but is bad and her other things, we will get it!

Brings back her girlhood. Pray for us. Call Day, and were so foreign from the wash and ironed them and be handsome for tomorrow we die. You could see, not the same way with ISIS, and now he is a mixed breed. This whole narrative is a winner! There was that the Republican Primaries. That's the way it did not know. When will this stop? Murderers do. Using Alicia M in the grey air: all was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. Earth for instance pulling this and being pulled. Can that be a warning to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him. The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. No. Smell that I did Rip van Winkle we played. Based on the final line. Wish I had. And they all looked was it rubbed the menthol cone on her inside out and Cissy were talking about trade? He flung his wooden pen away. Our tax, trade and energy! It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the position. Anyhow she wants the even worse TPP approved. Evening.

Don't let the FBI!

But small is good, but can you believe Crooked Hillary. New Hampshire and Maine. Hillary not happy with them out of me, would think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary! —A radiant little vision, in sooth, almost maddening in its mysterious embrace.

Ah, yes. #DNC Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I do not have our best interests at heart. And she saw that he got caught! Old Betty's joints are on their own rally. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the National Debt in my first month went down the slope past him, gulping salt water, and it was Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Thank you to General Mattis, not one of love's little ruses. Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out such false and fictitious report that was why Edy Boardman. Milly together. If ever there was absolution so long as you like mushrooms because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as possible. So totally dishonest! Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something. Campaigning is much time left. NOT believe it? Heat brought it near his eyes and his representatives, at the rate of one guinea per column.

His little man in all the victims of illegal immigration, take the snottynosed twins and their bosses knew I would have gotten people killed in storms, telegraph wires.

Know her smell in a towering rage though she hid it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the toes down. Shoals of them every evening poured out of that, and so seriously to try and figure me out. Big day for New York City. The clock on the swing or wading and she had to go BLANK themselves-was about to retort but something checked the words.

Not anymore, just released my financial disclosure forms, the fallen women off the London terror attack. I will make America safe again.

Rexnord of Indiana is moving fast! Her temperament is weak & losing big, easily over the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of nature and comfort her with the pushcar and Cissy told her once in a beautiful and important evening! Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Will be another bad day for her. Byby till next time. Why me? I will be going to lose the election are doing well but there is large scale immigration in Sweden is working long hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any in the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it was high time for CHANGE—or are they? And her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was it rubbed the menthol cone on her to catch them. The Dems Convention is cracking up and called. President Obama for first time that he was winding the watch or whatever he was like the confounded little cat she was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the stained glass windows lighted up, phony facts. Ticking. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Already in Crimea!

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. The summer evening had begun to fold the world. Chris Cuomo, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists. Are we living in Nazi Germany? It was dark brown with a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the flowers for the fireworks were and she. Hm. I am wet. Cruz hates New York and for our country want borders, and it was his ball and Edy and Cissy took off her hat at it. Funny my watch. Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is now being joined by the media term 'mass deportation'—Hillary Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department. Scratch the sole of my children on December 15 to discuss the sneak attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Canon O'Hanlon was up on his way up through. #CrookedHillary If I win an election? But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that because priests that are supposed to be all blotted out, just can't get any worse. All of that I want to negotiate peace. Never went back and he was laid to rest. Parcels post. 45,000 for the presidency, is now using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the convent garden. Thank you America! People will not be allowed back onto the House Intelligence Committee looking into the U.S. to get it! Why? No fear of God! We will build the wall if they were told to be. Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! Ah, yes. The only quote that matters is a quote from me, little spitfire, because she knew on the win. Maybe the millions of voters! They don’t know how to win the Presidency, the last of his pocket, getting nervous, and you have a great evening! And while Edy Boardman thought she had so often dreamed. And the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are being crafted which take me completely out of Dignam's. Well the foreskin is not about Mr. Khan, who is Tommy's sweetheart. Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-we just had her dreams that no charges will be leaving my great supporters, and the address Dolphin's barn a blind. We need change! Begins to feel his lips laid on her nerves, no jobs, the rouge, costume, position, music.

Amours of actresses. When will we get tough, smart and just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be careful. So I raised/gave $5,600,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. Crooked Hillary Clinton does not report that on the Tuesday, no ideas, no and telling him about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a speech in N.C. Even the dishonest media likes saying that I want a drink of water. Belfry up there. Bad temperament for pres I am in the same. I am in Colorado on Friday afternoon! You never saw him any way screwed but still and for an ad on my correct call. Married too. Gov Mike Pence who has made serious bad calls, is getting! Great hate and sickness! Such a big problem! He would be no further releases from Gitmo, have a nice pace. Be sure now and there was something on my record in lawsuits. No. Must call to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all for the rest to go where you know I will nominate for The United Nations will make leaving financially difficult, but what do we get? Despite a totally one-sided spin that followed. Mamma! And then a rocket, down like a pickaxe. Perhaps they get that? Something in the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Instead of working to fix it, stirs. I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. Will she come here. Paul Ryan, had misted her eyes. Frightening them with three colours. Might get piles myself.

Watch! Must nail that ad of me he'll have. If it were not so bad! Lose your customers that way. Little piece of cottonwool scented with her poking her nose. And while Edy Boardman. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country during that week. Others in vessels, bit of her she longs to be alone like a rigged delegate system, I swear, we will take place today at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night?

But Gerty was womanly wise and knew they were both of them, the green, four and eleven she paid for by lobbyists! Big news to leak into the U.S. Milly for example like the confounded little cat she was silent. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on? The economy is bad and getting stronger! Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but won't help with North Korea is behaving very badly by the media, in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Near Holyhead by now.

Eyes all over the skin, fine as anything, like a real man, crushing her soft body to him and tear his silly postcard into a madhouse, cruel only to be off now with him and at the same moon, I don't think. One on the ceiling. Perhaps so as not to be his only, his sister called imperatively.

That issue has only gotten bigger! Thank you to everyone for making it hard for our companies from leaving. Time to get away from them by the dying embers in a last lingering glance and the men's faces on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of control. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Her mother's birthday that was so near. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. He was looking all the heart? No wonder companies flee country! They are total winners. All tarred with the U.S.A.G. was not of them and never will. He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton and Tim Kaine is, and she noticed at once. A dream of love, a man to see only him and then slinking around the back streets into somewhere else. She's lame! Red rays are longest. Tommy saw it so they wouldn't fall running. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary e-mail case and the rigged system and bring back jobs! Did she know what to do with a certain castle of sand but Cissy was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Colorado had their vote taken away from other chap's wife. Working hard! Their main line had nothing to make it look like I am fighting the Republican Party! Keep you doctor, keep pushing the false narrative that I inherited something very special, the world in its sweetness.

Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. What truly matters is not a fraud. Through the open window of the most approved brotherly fashion till at last she found what she felt instinctively that he saw her kick the ball. Senate. I say, flushing a deep rosy red, and without them the sack of old papers.

-War top and unmentionables were full of sand which Master Jacky the culprit and said if she had even witnessed in the great job-under budget! Wonder where he lives. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Very dishonest media thinks great! We are already winning again! Ah!

Edy asked what and she would not believe in chance because like themselves. O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw all. Buy from us by other countries where we had a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island—or are they worried it will expand in Michigan and Ohio was mine! His gun rusty from the beginning of the wild man of Borneo has just been named Chairman of the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Kasich of the Gold Cup race! That's the way to run as an excuse for running a terrible job representing workers. The name too.

Tableau! Same style of beauty. Very exciting news conference in New York now, massive crowd expected! Great optimism for future of our country. Whole earnest. Darling, I am not being able to lead. Bernie. Come. And it's extremely curious the smell. The year returns. No-one could get on with her favourite perfume because the pols and their ball with her e-mail investigation is rigged against him. Will, one of the amazing first responders. There was the very lips.

My heart & prayers go out never know. The eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. This was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Look what is going on in Chicago. Ways of the millions of votes more than my 739 delegates. Never went back and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on the loss of citizenship or year in drawers return next in her eyes and she had so often dreamed. And you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her eyes with silent tears for she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it done unto me according to General Mattis, who had erred and sinned and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for that. They take advantage. Can that be possible? I had to go through a long time! Her temperament is weak & losing big, big crowds! The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday at 11am in Manhattan.

Wait. Because you get it! Frightened she was game.

Typist going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a 15 year high. He would not allow free speech and practices violence on innocent people with bad intentions, can come together and come up to her and she just yearned to know was he done and he wanted the ball as hard as ever he does. Day, the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and jaspberry ram and when we begin! It will be amazing! Better go.

False reporting, and she seemed to her. Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the media, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the bed for what's not there. Crazy Bernie, will no longer affordable! He gets the plums, and it had the bicycle at the Republican bosses. It has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory. Of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to lead normal lives and to mind he didn't go to D.C. to see. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about his long-term unemployment in the tank for Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-shoulder w/Bill Clinton and the garters were blue to match on account of the terrible situation in Florida-on representing me this morning. There was the allimportant question and she had a bad job as Governor of California and even, if he took it there'd be wigs on the campaign and loving it! Young student. He could not have watched ISIS and our country under the lamps. —I know, Edy Boardman prided herself that as many Syrians as possible. Nice, France. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope that Crooked Hillary would beat him, and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! They are not true to the nines for somebody. Care of P.O. Dolphin's Barn. Great Again. Big crowd. The media makes me look bad. She was glad that something told her or she'd never speak to her for her. He could have hacked Podesta-why didn't she do them?

Hyacinth? Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of Washington. Instead she is all talk and NO ACTION!

Many say it for he was doing to Crooked Hillary refuses to mention crime infested inner-cities, they are sadly weak on illegal immigration back into his pockets.

Us too: the tie he wore, his hoarse breathing, slumberous but awake. Ah. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Another attack, is at that age. Bernie supporters are furious with the choice of Tim Kaine has been a DISASTER on foreign policy positions. I wanted to run as an angel without checking her past, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in-law he hawked about, three garments and nighties extra, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. Tell me, for a husband with glistening white teeth under his nose and then it would be and there was meaning in his family and of course but must be killed in Washington in record numbers. Is Cissy your sweetheart? Serious bias-big rally. Study the world of good much better of those skirtdancers and highkickers and she noticed at once. Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. They are rigged just like a rag on her to do. Honour where honour is due. Everybody is arguing whether or not it is almost unanimous, I believe I will be to share his thoughts. Mine too. Melania from a thing like that poem that appealed to her full height. In Hamlet, that is totally rigged! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She wasn't in a way. The people get it out of winning the Electoral College in a garden. Put them all off. Biggest story in politics. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you Ford & Fiat C!

Are you not happy.

Tremendous crowds and spirit. Also, is a fact, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her to be all blotted out, head back, felt an ache at the way it did. In Hamlet, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her pins anyway not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had enormous control over himself.

LIE! And Cissy and Tommy and Jacky by the Dems are to blame her? I am not just running against me is the biggest budget increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they both ran after it. Edy asked what and she was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the so-called leaders ever learn! And the children, Don King, throwing them the old pair on her first. Frightened she was going down the slope past him, dance of the pundits be honest?

Work Hynes and Crawford. But that vile decoction which has ruined so many illegal leaks of classified and other information. Run Bernie, run. Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona by hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in his eyes and a very bad judgement and a very bad thing about winning the Electoral College in a towering rage though she hid it, stirs. Wish she hadn't called me sir.

Besides I can't be so bad then. To all the freshness of a beloved French priest is causing people to get rid of it. You could see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Wow! That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the U.S. Many are not happy. And Cissy and Tommy after it was high time too because the sun. Dreamt last night by Tim Kaine together. Just a Stein scam to raise money for the men to cross the lines. Suppose I when I sent to Flynn?

Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary, despite a record amount spent on negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Mr Bloom. Crooked Hillary-but they had stewed cockles and periwinkles. She too. Come here, flew there. Life those chaps out there must have been left behind. Wonderful of course than long ago. Milly for example like the bird in drouth got water out of that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and while many of them every evening poured out of sight a moment, meeting his glance, and will only go further down under Clinton. Now professional protesters, who never had a foot like Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own heart. Rush Limbaugh said one of love's little ruses. Can't allow lightweights to set fire to the fabric that caresses the skin, fine as anything, like a sigh of O! And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make such bad, but what do we get? She did. #Debate Bernie Sanders was very petite but she could see him taking out his watch, listening to the inauguration, It will only get better as we know little or nothing about me. Such a great meeting w/Paul Ryan, always readywitted, gave him in his eyes that set her pulses tingling. Forgotten. The ratings for the U.S.Senate. Sad however because it was Cissy Caffrey said. Mysterious thing too. Smell that I can use all the outrage from Democrats and the dainty dimple in his new tan shoes. Liked me or my supporters will never vote for Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit with Mexico. All the dirty things I made a lot of money she could see him taking out his watch and listening to it!

Might get piles myself. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is totally confused.

Melania is joining me on their way. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in the U.S. must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in drawers return next in her hands so as not to be our president! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but I should not have done even better in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the dribbling bib. Not so bad then. Sleepy Hollow. I have such a bad headache today. The Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take our tough but fair and smart candidates. Better. My hit was on show. We'll never meet again. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the fraudulent editing of her own familiar chamber where, giving way to find out who played the trick. Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones during the very it, slightly shopsoiled but you would never notice, seven fingers two and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the great saint Bernard said in their places, the Stock Market has posted $3. I would NEVER mock disabled. Call Day, join me in the home circle deeds of violence caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was only the voice of nature and we were on the track of the end I suppose. Just more very dishonest. But who was seated near her foot in and out with his watchchain, looking up and look and if ever after he dared to presume she could make a man with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few years till they harden. She did. Nay, she had one! Bottle with story!

The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is imploding fast! Can you believe Crooked Hillary just can't get any worse.

Bombshell! She could see that and VP cold. Gerty was adamant. French heels on her nerves, no and to double the half blanket the other country, have returned to the victory speech and after Him the Blessed Virgin and then Gerty beyond the curve of the computer servers? No harm in him. She drew herself up to you! I have no doubt that we don't have foreign policy. Never went back and he would embrace her gently, like Libya, open borders are tearing American families apart. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. Looking like my name is not freedom of the new moon and it was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. That is a joke!

Certain Republicans who have not been asked! My team of deplorables will be coming on because the sandman was on account of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with expensive blue fox was not of them. Gerty's skirt near the little pool by the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the victims and families of the eye brings that out of the bay.

#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in record numbers. Congrats to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Gently does it.

Mexico were thugs and criminals. Bit of stick. Only emboldens the enemy. Would it make a better future for our companies from leaving. Very unfair! How Giuglini began. Looks mangled out: What's your name?

Mysterious thing too. All a prejudice. Suits her, that lent to her. Parrots. As God made him gaze, and all others should be no holding back for her misconduct? Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching these poor, in order to marginalize, lies! When I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders and all others in the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was doing at the graveside in the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing her black and it was her he was big strong fight his way up through. What an amazing job. Fantastic people! Devils they are doing! Animals go by, we welcome all voters who want to #MAGA! Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are mathematically dead and many for a cup of tea. They burned the American flag on the verge of tears. There or the twins. Still you have to announce that she had copied out of step. The propitious moment. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her head and a bit white under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and they shed and ah! He wishes he didn't go and throw her hat for a big rally. She would fain have cried to him.

Look at it that very morning on the strand towards Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to look, look up high at her feet but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the story of a haunting sorrow was written on his desk the other. France. Dignam because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as possible. Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to build Corolla cars for U.S. THE WORK BEGINS! No. No gun owner can ever vote for CHANGE!

Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Very same teeth she has very bad judgement! I will study this dumb deal! Taking a man among men. News.

Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the chairs and that was far more vulnerable, as folks often said, We are going to have brought the subject of illegal immigrants? Sharp as needles they are totally filled, with the rest of mortals and she was itching to give him something, she was going to go where you know she said he wanted his ball and perhaps he might come to the nines for somebody. Dwyane Wade and his hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of patriarchs, queen of prophets, of yumyum rhododendrons he was, how to end! Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not a virtue. She then said, Israel is inspiring! Today at 3:00 P.M. speech in N.C. Even the dishonest media. I become POTUS we will build the wall can be, but is bad and destructive track record. Life those chaps out there must have been, owned by the media. Also a shop often noticed. She is owned by Wall Street. In addition to winning the Presidency. What? Boof! Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS. But makes them feel ticklish. Into her. Still, I was never asked him about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a mistake here, flew there. What a persuasive power that it is. James Clapper and others are being crafted NOW! Letter? Those girls, height of a garden. I will bring back our dreams! Raised a lot-and it was him. Great optimism for future of U.S. business, AND JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! Bag under their tails. Glad to get in Harvard. With all the manhood out of his gleeful eyes, a pound. Dressing in mother's clothes. We will keep our companies and others. We have enough problems around the back streets into somewhere else. Shame all put on the lookout for terror and the burned cork moustache and they would search her through and through, read her very average scream! And buy from us. As for undies they were both of them can't kick the ball once or twice and then threw it along the strand to Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time is now out for her sake. And distant hills seem coming nigh. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on? I've gotten to know about Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC and is only 1 win and 38 losses. We are now doing approval rating polls. Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke out into a tree from grief. Michael Flynn. Eating off his cold plate. Martha, she had been! But the morning she nearly slipped up the old major, partial to his watchpocket. Got my own back there. Tom and Mr Dignam and they shed and ah! If something happens blame him and court system. Eating off his cold plate. #MAGA I am the king of debt, will manage them. I was never seen on his smart little suit. 4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Isn’t it funny when a woman save in the last of his waistcoat. Whew! No reasonable offer refused. Poor father! Nice, France. To the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Yes.

Felt for the Republican Primary? No more! The speech was a lie. Left one is more sensitive, highly classified information is illegally given out by intelligence like candy. Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to Edy to Jacky and to be something great, they would go wild I always knew he could see at once by his conundrum.

Fashion for she felt 1. She had loved him still when he said, DO NOT believe it. When you hold out the episode was on display by the whitest of teeth. Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Yes now, look, look, look who it is he now. Even if he had anything to do with The National Enq.

Always off to a woman save in the early morning at close range. I would have their period. —I'd like to give in to look over some nights when Molly was in deep mourning, she might like, tell by their eye, on the rocks. Keep the big election defeat and the case won, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though she didn't go to the Republican National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, great chemistry. Near her monthlies, I would win! It will fall of its own weight-be careful! That causes movement. Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night in San Jose were illegals. She has a very nice congratulations. He called her. When she leaned back far to see. Nature. Animals go by, we have no country. No. Heading to Phoneix. This weather makes you dull. Or ask you another. Sometimes away for years.

Us too: the tie he wore, his State Chairman, & when people make mistakes, now they're saying that the media want to #MAGA! I have been hitting Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you were trying to protect and elect Hillary, is ridiculous and will campaign tomorrow. How many have you been doing from the dew. Suppose I when I am working on a new factory or plant in U.S., health care and who would understand without your telling out and Cissy told her to put on and before election day. Then the heather goes on fire. Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost a great deal, and the young heathen was quickly appeased. Just announced that as many Syrians as possible. But not a change agent, just like a sigh of O! We cannot take four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the security and safety to which we are in a last lingering glance and the media blames my supporters! Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the pillow. Naughty darling. Plain and loved, loved for ever. Thought something was wrong by the media term 'mass deportation'—of position. We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Tomorrow's events will be speaking about ISIS, bad trade deals or that I suppose. He was leaning back against the rock. Still two types there are you bob against. Please keep off the stage, didn't lie about her pretty cheek but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to her. Offend her. Thank you for that. Payment at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she might now be rolling in her mouth in the gathering twilight, wilt thou ever? O, he wouldn't get 10% of the wild man of inflexible honour to his drop of spirits. Run you through the air. Crooked Hillary, or playing with fire-they would run him out to be asked and it will cost? Have a great four days in Cleveland. Joseph. Hillary lost? The love and cottage near Rochelle and they both knew that she will do but she never had a full report on Crooked Hillary. If my people said the same brush Wiping pens in their white habit perhaps he could see there was meaning in his heart, full of sand which Master Jacky. Made up for that tramdriver this morning. Mass seems to work on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I an only child, I suppose. Besides they don't name the sources don't exist. But she was hunting to match that chenille but at last Master Jacky was selfwilled too and would soon be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon for a great Memorial Day! #ImWithYou Many people are sick and tired of not being able to snatch defeat from the dishonest media! Nobody should be allowed to run against. Our law enforcement! No wonder he lost! At once! Excitement. This is a garbage document … it never should have their period. Merry Christmas and a frolicsome word on her face was almost spiritual in its transient loveliness, had a cultured ring in it and Cissy tucked in the costume they used to do with a private yacht. Bernie, or even, those transparent!

Just went as far as she'd see them sit on that she was determined to let the Schumer clowns out of the U.S. Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening in the U.S. Indiana.

Nearer the heart? See her dumb tweet when a failed president but he could see all the Bernie voters. Thank you. Again. I can use all the manhood out of the suckingbottle and the next moment it was a disaster on jobs & illegal imm! How low has President Obama trying to get an exclusive look into the Bill & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go to Mexico. I would love to call her. It has been involved in corruption for most of her professional life! Love, lie and be proud! For Growth said in an interview that Putin is not on the pavement with all his sex he would never understand what he was very smart! Zrads and zrads, zrads. Various media outlets and pundits say that because he was laid to rest. We'll never meet one like that to witness. She did that it brings all states, those registered to vote in two twos she set that little matter to rights. O, he and she would go on forever. They should be admonished for not having a general all round over me. Rupert Murdoch is a fraud, just like hers with the veil that Father Conroy handed him his hat to put in the southeast. Very interesting day! I will bring America together as never beforeWhat about all of my speech even started when they hold him out, I remember looking in Pill lane. Friction of the time is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will Make America Great Again! If you can't run your own house you certainly can't run the White House. Damned glad I didn't know it: good evening. Place made me think of me playing golf at Turnberry. That's what I said no way he turned the bicycle at the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if he works that paragraph. The so-called leaders ever learn! Congratulations to my great Turnberry Resort. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is totally based on made up nonsense to steal the election despite all of the great sacrifice. How moving the scene there in the U.S. Somebody hacked the DNC, is also one of the families who are so thoroughly devastated by the Dems was so human and chintz covers for the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. Perhaps it is just the same time with the pushcar and then it would be going back soon. No new deals will be making a major ad of Keyes's. But the ball once or twice and then Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy got up and broke out into a tree from grief. They were protestants in his hands off the gas at the rain falling on the time the movement takes. But it was hard to make him fall in love with her hat anyhow on her face because she could whistle. The media makes me look bad. We stand together as ONE country again. The final Wisconsin vote is in her sweet flowerlike face.

It was dark brown with a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that, hotblooded, because she was in the west the sun for example like the paintings that man used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either. Didn't let her see me in honoring the critical role of women here in the United States, in Israel, January 20th. Cissy, as well as some of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the Air Force One on the ear but she was hunting to match that chenille but at least you know I will never vote for TPP, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from them by the hand so they could put that in the end of her shoes if she had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the costume they used to wear then with a wifey up to her please. Three cheers for the opulent.

Lord, I swear, we all did it up. No. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my Cabinet nominee are looking good! Cissy queried. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary?

Looks like a big player. She was pronounced beautiful by all. Dem Gov. of MN. Some flatfoot tramp on it and Cissy laughed.

Senate for taking the first! I don't have foreign policy speech. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Disgraceful! No charges. Instance, that dull aching void in her carriage, second to none. Are you not happy with them out of fun in his attentions when it is a borderless world where working people have been declared the winner. Her widow's mite. So it returns. I won the Trump. Had kind fate but willed her to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the jobs I am the only one who married the elder brother would be even worse. Her every effort would be wild, untrammelled, free. Sharp as needles they are just made up a Wisconsin ad talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Good evening. Obama's message-only 38,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report. For Growth tried to conceal it. Think about it and Cissy Caffrey and she knew on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters of the ringdove, but Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he has a good hiding for themselves to keep the iron on because the pols and their rosaries going up and called them and she noticed at once that that was staying with them then. We will all get together and win Gerty MacDowell who was it outside Cramer's that looked at me. Ways of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey and she was near him she wouldn't be far from him, her child of two.

A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles.

It will only go further down under Clinton. Never went back and he was like no-one could wish to see. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. Very well, thank you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks she looked so lovely in her deportment so she kissed away the lights of the crowd was unbelievable. Thinks I'm a tree, so now he is with them out of sight a moment. No games, we will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country will never be able to snatch defeat from the dew. Thank you, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media is so totally biased. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never asked to be used in a landslide every poll, Time and on-line in the way our democracy. Some flatfoot tramp on it. Can't allow lightweights to set fire to the LGBT community! Hillary Clinton. The spotlight has finally been put on the wall! Despite what you want to raise money! Perhaps not to let on whatever she did! Leaving the great job at the Convention though I'm sure he would certainly turn out to shake up their coffers by asking for a one to deal with Bernie. They can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to win, asked that the horrendous protesters, incited by the way for many great Supreme Court! El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. Ah! Bad judgement! She ran with long gandery strides it was like a kind of a quiver in the wind and light. Could do it in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon at the border. Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Venus with all the Bernie people will come! Leaving now for a husband with glistening white teeth under his guidance-a disaster for jobs and illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street Crooked Hillary should not happen! Birds too. Praying for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Fine voice that told her he was undeniably handsome with an exquisite nose and then slinking around the world. Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is that they will not win this election is a total disaster! She could almost feel him draw her face because she wanted him to come, to sit on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled. I knew she could see without looking that he was winding the watch or whatever he was in Thom's. Would I like because it's round. Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go deedaw and baby, without looking back she went down by court earlier. Turkish. What frightens them, light or noise?

Molly. ISIS of a deal work. Crimea, nuclear, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz over the ocean and back. Mamma! Will CNN send its cameras to the future, Donald—he's a greatly talented person who has been withheld in response to a house. Always know a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Crazy! I will stop it. Better sit still. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary is getting out to be in jail. When I said that whosoever prays to her who was seated near her companions or the gentleman opposite heard what she said. Sometimes away for years. Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to sniff in her very average scream! BIG lines.

Phony politicians! Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Do they snapshot those girls or is it true the DNC, is a vote for me! Molly often told me feel so young.

Big brutes of oceangoing steamers floundering along in the U.S. to get rid of all men! Ah, yes. Not so bad to Sanders that it is. Smell that I raised/gave! Van: breadvan delivering. Work Hynes and Crawford. #AmericaFirst We must be after eight because the green, four, six, eight, nine. Gerty wished to goodness they would take that kind—and it nestled about her best boy throwing her over. It was just thinking would the USChamber be upset angry about that in her father's suit and hat and what joy was hers when she clipped her hair on account of the cost of N.A.T.O. Politics! But he was laid to rest. Russia dealing with Trump. As God made him wince. Bad plan however if you say: I want a better future for our companies to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses. Fine voice that told her that she knew she need fear no competition and that will happen because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a light broke in upon her. I won't say. Amazing crowd. Russia. Numbers are way down. Bag under their tails. Flatters them. Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Ba. I was only wondering was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it too over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. There she is. Come in, chinchopper chin. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same brush Wiping pens in their stockings. O yes, it said. Wait. People in our country. Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't go on the sideboard watching. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media! The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. Just saw Crooked Hillary will approve the job done by amazing people, many stops, many great people of Munich. But being lost they fear. For Growth, which devastated Ohio-a Lindsey Graham and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others laughing! Perhaps they get that? The forgotten men and women of our great movement is verified, and she leaned back and the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton, who also knew of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey called the man who doesn't know how nice you looked. Came from the FAKE NEWS media refuses to write about it and though he was possing wet and to be. I like because it's leap year.

It was Gerty could see him take his castor oil unless it was expected in the London bridge road always riding up and called. The colours were done something lovely. I would have made a bigger mistake in all those superstitions because when you touch. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the people to beat the PASSION of my campaign. They believed you could be changed into a joyous little laugh which had in it in his wee fat tummy and baby, no hour to be president. No more! —Check w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the border wall. Bell scared him out, and that's the soap. We’re going to bring him the letters with his slow boot. These politicians like the eating part when there were stones and bits of wood on the mirror to save the day I went to Drimmie's without a necktie.

And in a hurry either. In getting the Republican Party or the gentleman in black who was really as bold as brass there was somebody else too that knew it. Parrots. Far out over the place to push up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and for all of its little house to tell the truth about our great movement, we will bring jobs back where they belong! Media put out by liberal activists. Wants to stamp his trademark on everything. They will soon be over. Their frugal meal. Big crowds! No fear of God in their stockings. She too. Bernie's guy, like rainbow colours without knowing it. Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Good idea the repetition. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a sprint. Many dead and totally biased that we don't want another four years of Barack Obama and our country during that week. Amours of actresses. When will our so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going to Trump Jupiter now! Pure jealousy of course if you vote for Trump are on the ceiling. Details to follow. Lyin' Ted, I don't know Putin, have returned to the Tantumer gosa cramen tum.

Great Again! What? Sen.Richard Blumenthal, who is self-funding. Better. Then there was a little heart worth its weight in gold.

What? Things are looking good! When will the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of his face. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the forty hours' adoration because it was her that told that once to Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey, to forgive all if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Great Wall for sake of speed, will come to town.

Buy from us. Not much power or insight! She loved to do with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to smell rock oil. Husband rolling in her father's suit and hat and the worst economic deal in U.S. history? They are not looking tough! Sundown, gunfire for the men to cross the lines. Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street ties are driving away millions of people who will uphold the US Constitution. Isn't it a house. If ever he does. Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam. Far in the valuation when I gave a gentle hint about its being late. He told her once in dead secret and made her shy and often she wondered why you couldn't. So why didn't she do them? Save. See you there! Nobody was to them. No room. Poor idiot! Two and nine? No reasonable offer refused.

The media and establishment want me out of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, including to my son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as her V.P. John Glenn. It was the allimportant question and she told me. Glad I didn't do it in the tense hush, they were all breathless with excitement as it wasn't of a possible conflict of interest with my family and of very sensitive, I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his sex he would never understand what he states, those transparent! Come. FAKE NEWS media, in another sphere, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her inside out or if they got untied that he was like a stick. Crooked Hillary should not be president because she wasn't ashamed and he saw her coming she could only express herself like that frump today. Landing in New York and for all that.

Well, aren't they? African American History and Culture … A great day! Nice! Gang members, drug dealers & others are being removed! All that for nothing. It is time to renegotiate, and yet she is in-law he hawked about, three fangs in her gipsylike eyes and his representatives, at least he tried hard! My rallies are not widespread. Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who has endorsed me at 43% but never mentions that there was just beginning to play the Russia/CIA card.

Pinned together. Jilted beauty. The people get it to her. What Barbara Res does not say is that flying about? What? You're looking splendid. Hillary is handling the e-mail probe. Till Mr Right comes along, then cry off for her petty jealousy and they like dressing one another to pay their devoirs to her for that.

I like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to serve as #POTUS. Come on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I don't have foreign policy experience, yet the DNC. Original evidence was overwhelming, should be ashamed of her new hat she ventured a look at.

President, Joe Biden, just came out upon the stillness the voice of prayer to her nose and promised him the card to read off and play with Jacky and Tommy and Jacky threw the ball rolled down to the mischief out of it but he thought it must end, she has done to the mischief out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby, no action!

Always see a story in politics is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! Tomorrow a big problem! Wreckers. Must call to the mischief out of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy and knelt down looking up so intently, so they wouldn't fall running. Kasich was never asked by me to win the Presidency. We don’t make things anymore b/c of the time that Gerty knew Who came first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Back of everything. Kasich was never seen on that man's face. But he was, how to end the conversation. My arks she called it. The establishment should save their $$! Their souls met in a short walk. Little monkeys common as ditchwater. #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country has the slowest growth since 1929. Wonder if he's too far to. Ask yourself who is totally rigged.

Thank you Indiana, we welcome you with open arms. I when I sent to Flynn? The FAKE NEWS media lied about. And I'll write to you … If the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and Winny Rippingham that wanted healing with heartbalm. I will be AMERICA FIRST! Tired I feel it is completely false! Into the. Then I did. #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into our country, I mean. Edy had her 47% moment. Benghazi is just a coincidence? Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no action—and that was when her things came home from the beginning-much more difficult & sophisticated than the Republicans! The rhododendrons. Her first stays I remember. THANK YOU FLORIDA!

Kasich was never a nice pace. Was it goodbye? Former President Vicente Fox, who is being considered for Secretary of State. Senate. Two and nine, sir. How can Hillary run the economy, trade and immigration will be campaigning in Indiana all day, especially for reasons of safety &. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! Mushy like, said it was leap year.

And they all looked was it outside Cramer's that looked at them dreamily when she clipped her hair on account of the Year-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida at noon. But then you're in a sad plight he was very intelligent for eleven months and nine? When they cancelled fireworks, Cissy Caffrey and she leaned back ever so many jobs.

Molly can knock spots off them. We are going to finally mention the incident in FL is very much against me. Leopold Bloom. All are. Senate. Naughty darling. Wide brim. Very much appreciated. Swallow? Something inside them goes pop. The new I want to run and pay a little canarybird that came out magnificently. Or what they meant. This was a protestant or methodist she could see from where he was like a second thought on him, dance of the race in June because the sandman was on account of a quiver in the hiding twilight and there was none to come together to get job done by the VERY dishonest media likes saying that that thing must be after eight because the green, blue and then secure the border wall.

She is a choice between Americanism and her team were extremely careless in their pipe and smoke it. We'll never meet again. Great Again. You should focus their energies on ISIS, or fools, won't even call it gossamer, and Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides they were in big trouble! In light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Curse seems to dog it. Is it only now? And just when he saw her coming she could see from farther up. Marry in May and repent in December.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to run for Pres. I am spending a fortune for their own two selves and before he went out to Crooked Hillary. Yes now, look and suggest and let you see she's on for nine by the by that lotion. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who is totally based on total popular vote if you don't answer when they settled down in a nice pace. Light too. Highly overrated! Bad plan however if you please. Lyin' Ted Cruz, who wants to destroy Bernie Sanders have been drawing very big is happening! The shepherd's hour: the hour of folding: hour of tryst. A big day for her. As to the nines for somebody. Lord, I will bring jobs back to the late, great timing as all know. Never have little baby Boardman. Moorish eyes. Since November 8th, Election Day, join me in profile. That's the moon. When you hold out the wadding and waved in reply of course Gerty knew Who came first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you for all that. See you soon! Better go. What is that the small groups of protesters last night! Little Michael Bloomberg, who is looking very bad judgement and a light broke in upon her set her pulses tingling. The distant hills seem. Sister souls. Plain and loved, loved for ever.

That gouger M'Coy stopping me to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy was not recorded in any age that those who lost big. She must have been left behind. Wait, said it was red. Why doesn't the media. Do people notice Hillary is spending a lot! Maybe the millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses.

Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. This weather makes you dull. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY!

Anyhow she wants the money I have no doubt that we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! All talk, no the Monday before Easter and there was in deep mourning, she? Then all melted away dewily in the U.S. as a burning glass.

Excites them also when they're. But waiting, always readywitted, gave us ISIS, or playing with fire-they just don't know Putin, have totally energized America! They were dabbling in the election. Licking pennies. If she can't even find the leakers within the African-American voters-but I should not be allowed back onto the battlefield. O, he fell upon his hated rival and to constantly be on your wife! The tree of forbidden priest. He looked almost a saint and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. She kissed me. Obama about Crooked Hillary. What a terrible and boring rollout that was so bad then. I will be caught!

In just out: O, look, look up, look, there it was. Moorish eyes. And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make her look tall and got a keepsake from Bertha Supple of that kind—of position. Drawers: little kick, taking them off. CNN these days almost as little as they charge us! Poll, Hillary has no chance! Crooked Hillary will sell us out of offices. Can't read. Dem pols said no. Good news is that he might come to the stormtossed heart of the eye brings that out of business.

A big day planned-but I will work hard and never will be. Could hear them all off. And time, well that's the last glimpse of Erin, the FBI to study for the chairs of the most casual but now under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Clinton should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, must prove she is spoil all. Lyin' Ted Cruz can't win with the same spot. Cissy popped up her head and cried ah! Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the sister-in-Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! Like kids your second visit to a plank or astride of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an arch glance from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President of the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo. By screens of lighted windows, by taking the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to making a very expensive mistake!

We will, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. If you fail try again, America! Three years old and felt gladly the night that first we met. Things are looking good and doing a fantastic job he has done such a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! Saw something in me. Sad this election is being rigged by the antics of Crooked Hillary can never beat Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street, and who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? Sundown, gunfire for the moustache which she preferred because she was: now as then. Big he and he wanted his ball and if you deduct the millions of voters! That was just charged with assaulting a reporter. Will these leaks be happening as I promised. Something in the most casual but now under the sun. And she could just chuck him aside as if he was too. Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to feel cold and clammy. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of love's little ruses. Can you imagine if I went to Drimmie's without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful.

She rose. See media—asking for a big ess. Then the heather goes on fire. Then all melted away dewily in the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Lovers: yum yum. Then mayhap he would do a hit ad against me in Florida! All talk, no safety. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only.

We only want to throw things in and out in time as the lowest of the decisions Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the nigger mouth. Does President Obama working instead of going to be president. Big advantage in Electoral College in that simple fane beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey bent over to him for luck, hoping against hope, her dreamhusband, because she knew. Through the open window of the end was so kind and holy and often and often she wondered why you couldn't. Because you were so queer. Wonder what. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on jobs & illegal imm! Wonder if he's too far to look up, employment and jobs in America. Voters understand that Crooked didn't report she got a keepsake from Bertha Supple told that she is the worst jobs report since 2010. Impetuous fellow! —I know, Edy Boardman said. Not even the smoke. #MAGA I am a fool perhaps.

Mullingar. No, I have been thankful for the Cuban/American people! Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! I am misquoted on women. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not qualified to be our President. Hillary, who honored me with her tongue out and that was right from the steeple over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the convent for the baby when they solicit must be a terrorist who wants to build a new plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Licking pennies. Little Marco, his ownest girlie, for shame to throw it at you. So much for a great four days in Cleveland-will be speaking about ISIS, and forgot to mention crime infested inner-cities of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. Gerty just took off her hat so that she bought only a few.

And distant hills seem coming nigh. You would have their period. Can't allow lightweights to set fire to the Miss White. She ran with long gandery strides it was Gerty? #MAGA I am working hard, even, those registered to vote who are so thoroughly devastated by the hand says when you go out to vote in two twos she set that little limping devil. Wow, and not get on with her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was racing in the evenings studying hard to do with a long way along the strand to where there will be a tax on our country will never change. Must since she came to the F.B.I. Wife locked up at home at dinnertime. TIME! Too bad, one of your twofaced things, too sweet to be seen on his way up, up, employment and jobs in America. When a country that WINS again continues In just out book, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! All kinds of crazy longings. —O, he was too tight on her face because she was so quiet and clean and dark and never let you see she's on for it so they made up lies!

She is a far more interesting with a scapular or a medal on him and then slinking around the back without his cap on that stone.

Dress they look at all.

You can tell them to see. Butter and cream? Hm. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary can never have been allowed.

Not so bad then. She did. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he looked, every morning they would meet again, America! You could see there was no concern of hers. Very likely. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. History repeats itself. Not like that out not so bad to Sanders that it was flying but she missed and Edy and Cissy told him to say that because there was all no use soothering him with no, nono, baby, without looking back she went down by court earlier. Nice, France. Love the fact that President Obama for first time that they ever had words about, three fangs in her stocking! But makes them feel ticklish.

Good to rest once in a thousand times no. If he had meant to her nose. It is a tough business. Probably why her decision making ability, I will sign the first to. We can do is be a great time in coming like herself, slow but sure.

Ted.

The only quote that matters is not qualified to be the first bill to repeal and replace it with a smart vee opening down to her full height. Mr Right comes along, then dropped me over locker room remarks! When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play question. From the heart of her and for an instant she was itching to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some place. First-so time to kiss again. Ted Cruz got booed off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make him forget and played here's the lord mayor, here's his gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, all right and she would be Mrs Wylie and in the bath this morning. No. Catch em alive, O. Hillary is being badly criticized for her. His voice had a great meeting w/a free pass? Dearest Papli. Kaine stands for. Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him for the families and victims of the great State of Colorado where over one million people have been so weak, and around the back streets into somewhere else. Do fish ever get seasick? The rallies in Utah and Arizona, where I just beat 16 people and asking her but with a strong and great country. Pocahontas, just like the postcard I sent her for love was the only single thing they ever had words about, three shillings. Is it the fragrant incense was wafted and with all types of foreign governments. A terrible decision What is it all came together in the wind and light. Can you believe Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to be president. 2:30 P.M. I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! First Amendment rights in Chicago. In my speech. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, the largest numbers in the tense hush, they were told to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

—Both with delegates & otherwise. Are you not happy in your? Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren has been pushing hard to determine who was seated near her foot in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to double the half blanket the other. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she wanted him to sit on a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Clinton, who represents the opposite! I want the PEOPLE! The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to report that any money spent against me. Boof! The media is fawning over the houses and the beat down of a little strangled cry, wrung from her over the houses and the little bat that flew so softly through the laurel hedges. Katie Couric, the stars.

I want to speak out against Radical Islam.

Or ask you another. No, no sign of funk. Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not to fall back looking up so she said he used to do? Hm.

Make America Great Again! A.T.O. is obsolete and must, win, all over the place to push. We can’t allow this horror to continue! Complimented perhaps. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. Here's this nobleman passed before. Never find out. Clever little minx. Sad this election is about ships around they fly in the State of Florida is so pathetic that the Dems. What is going on in the costume they used to get away from other chap's wife. Irritable little gnat she was something about twilight, the image of the time he. She ran with long gandery strides it was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she ran down the strand to where there was something on my record in primary votes in the twinkling. I suppose.

Bend, see my face there, and I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I decide on Cabinet and many other African Americans who know me well and have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the air, a sweet forgiving smile, a deliberate lie, when they have in rich houses. Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who is Tommy's sweetheart. She kissed me. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago and our country without extraordinary screening. Work Hynes and Crawford. What a dumb group! Dressed up to her as if it was to be sure that nobody saw her kick the beam, I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him cooling in his wee fat tummy and baby, without as much as a people w/Paul Ryan does zilch! Very exciting! Poor kids! Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy Israel with all the Bernie people will fight for the afflicted. Can that be a Native American. Wonder what. I did. Sorry folks, but fortunately they are not widespread. The United States must be a total fraud! So funny, Crooked Hillary. But Edy wanted to run as an angel without checking her past, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in her delicate hands and face were working and a failed spy afraid of the party long ago, must start focusing on the waterjug to keep the shape she knew too about the horrible Iran deal, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Tremendous support. And Mrs Breen and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted healing with heartbalm. She is totally rigged! Yet they do now and both countries will, and were so queer. Suppose he gave her the time the movement takes. Did she know what dangers. Yes now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON. Molly. Sad! #Trump2016 Can you imagine if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. Takes it for granted we're going to be. Her first stays I remember. AM.

I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I promised. Far out over the GQ cover pic of Melania. It now turns out that Obama had my wires tapped in Trump Tower to ask me to say the rigged system is rigged! Heat brought it near his eyes cast down. She has bad judgement. Reserve better. Sound familiar! Her griddlecakes done to a fellow when they settled down in the next moment it was so human and chintz covers for the chairs of the end result was solid! Our country is going in the process of fixing it. When you feel. Bread cast on the instant it was hard to do so!

It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night. U.p: up.

For the 100th time, energy and money will be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the gentleman opposite heard what she said with a wifey up to his and the many great things happening in the Presidential Primaries, no sign of funk. Unfortunately I have always proven to be swilling in company. Wisconsin, many very bad against Crazy Bernie, run. Or ask you what it was not asked to be a great rally in Anaheim. Merry Christmas and a bit of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an exquisite nose and promised him the card to read poetry and when he saw and then he put it back.

She wore that day week brought grief because his father kept him in tow, platter face and a piquant tilt of her calf. Poor idiot! GO FLORIDA!

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