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TIME: A CLOWN WITH GLAMOUR

May 26, 1952

TIME: The Weekly News Magazine ~ Lucille Ball: Prescription for TV; a clown with glamour. May 26, 1952.

On Monday evenings, more than 30 million Americans do the same thing at the same time: they tune in ‘I Love Lucy’ (9 p.m. E.D.T., CBS-TV), to get a look at a round-eyed, pink-haired comedienne named Lucille Ball.

An ex-model and longtime movie star (54 films in the past 20 years), Lucille Ball is currently the biggest success in television. In six months her low-comedy antics, ranging from mild mugging to baggy-pants clowning, have dethroned such veteran TV headliners as Milton Berle and Arthur Godfrey. One of the first to see the handwriting on the TV screen was funnyman Red Skelton, himself risen to TV's top ten. Last February, when he got the award from the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences as the top comic of the year, Skelton walked to the microphone and said flatly: "I don't deserve this. It should go to Lucille Ball."

By this week, the four national TV rating services (Nielsen, Trendex, American Research Bureau and Videodex) were in unaccustomed agreement: each of them rated ‘I Love Lucy’ as the nation's No. 1 TV show.

Lumps & Pratfalls. The television industry is not quite sure how it happened. When Lucy went on the air last October, it seemed to be just another series devoted to family comedy, not much better or much worse than ‘Burns and Allen’, ‘The Goldbergs’, ‘The Aldrich Family’ or ‘Mama’. Like its competitors, Lucy holds a somewhat grotesque mirror up to middle-class life, and finds its humor in exaggerating the commonplace incidents of marriage, business and the home. Lucille's Cuba-born husband, Desi Arnaz, is cast as the vain, easily flattered leader of an obscure rumba band. Lucille plays his ambitious wife, bubbling with elaborate and mostly ineffectual schemes to advance his career.

But what televiewers see on their screens is the sort of cheerful rowdiness that has been rare in the U.S. since the days of the silent movies' Keystone Comedies. Lucille submits enthusiastically to being hit with pies; she falls over furniture, gets locked in home freezers, is chased by knife-wielding fanatics. Tricked out as a ballerina or a Hindu maharanee or a toothless hillbilly, she takes her assorted lumps and pratfalls with unflagging zest and good humor. Her mobile, rubbery face reflects a limitless variety of emotions, from maniacal pleasure to sepulchral gloom. Even on a flickering, pallid TV screen, her wide-set saucer eyes beam with the massed candlepower of a lighthouse on a dark night.

What is her special talent? TV men credit Lucille with an unfailing instinct for timing. Producer-Writer Jess Oppenheimer says: "For every word you write in this business, you figure you're lucky to get back 70-80% from a performer. With Lucille, you get back 140%." Broadway's Oscar (’South Pacific’) Hammerstein II, hailing Lucille's control, calls her a "broad comedienne, but one who never goes over the line." To her manager, Don Sharpe, Lucille is "close to the Chaplin school of comedy—she's got warmth and sympathy, and people believe in her, even while they're laughing at her."

Western Mirage. Lucille explains that the TV show is important because "I'm a real ham and so is Desi. We like to have an audience. We like being up on our toes." But the show also allows her some time with her ten-month-old daughter, Lucie Desirée, and for the first time in eleven years of trouping, gives her a home life with husband Desi. Says she: "I look like everybody's idea of an actress, but I feel like a housewife. I think that's what my trouble was in movies."

Actress Ball was a long time arriving at the calm waters of motherhood and housewifery. The daughter of Henry and Desirée Hunt Ball, she was born in Jamestown, N.Y. (near Buffalo) at what she calls "an early age." Pressed, she will concede that it was quite a while ago: she admits to being 40. Her father was an electrician whose job of stringing telephone wires carried him around the country. When Lucille was four, he died of typhoid in Wyandotte, Mich.

Lucille spent her childhood in Jamestown (1920 pop. 38,917), but managed to see very little of it. Mostly, she inhabited a dream world peopled by glamorous alter egos. Sometimes she imagined herself to be a young lady of great poise named Sassafrassa, who combined the best features of Pearl White, Mabel Normand and Pola Negri. Another make-believe identity was Madeline, a beauteous cowgirl who emerged from the pages of Zane Grey's melodramatic novel, ‘The Light of Western Stars’. To get authentic background for Madeline, young Lucille corresponded with the chambers of commerce of Butte and Anaconda, Mont. She read and reread their publicity handouts until she felt she knew more about Montana than the people who lived there. It was the powerful spirit of Madeline that caused her for many years to claim Butte, Mont., as her birthplace. Only in the most recent edition of Who's Who did she finally, grudgingly admit to being born in Jamestown, N.Y.

Horrses to Warter. While she lived there, Lucille did her best to rid Jamestown of dullness. Sometimes she gilded reality by imagining that the family chicken coop was her palace ("The chickens would become my armies"). She remembers that she was always unmanageable in the spring. "I'd leave the classroom for a drink of water and never come back. I'd start walking toward what I thought was New York City and keep going until someone brought me home."

By the time she left high school at 14, she had staged virtually a one-man performance of ‘Charley's Aunt’ ("I played the lead, directed it, cast it, sold the tickets, printed the posters, and hauled furniture to the school for scenery and props"). In a Masonic musical revue, she put so much passion into an Apache dance that she threw one arm out of its socket. Jamestown citizens still remember her explosive personality with wonder: it took quite a while for the dust to settle in Jamestown when Lucille finally left for Manhattan at the age of 15.

Probably because of the dreamy mental state induced by Sassafrassa and Madeline, Lucille is not too clear about dates, events and people. In New York,

she headed straight for John Murray Anderson's dramatic school. At the sound of her voice ("I used to say 'horrses' and 'warter' "), her teacher clapped hands to his forehead. Anderson tactfully told Lucille's mother that her daughter should try another line of work. Lucille made a stab at being a secretary and a drugstore soda jerk, but found both occupations dull. She answered chorus calls for Broadway musicals with a marked lack of success. When she even lost a job in the chorus of the third road company of ‘Rio Rita’, a Ziegfeld aide told her: "It's no use, Montana. You're not meant for show business. Go home."

Periodically, Lucille did go home to Jamestown. But she returned again and again to the assault on New York. She managed to get into the chorus of ‘Stepping Stones’, and held on until the choreographer announced that she wanted only girls who could do toe work ("I couldn't even do heel work"). Lucille turned to modeling, progressed from the wholesale garment houses through department stores to the comparative eminence of Hattie Carnegie. She still has a warm feeling for people in the garment trade, because "they're the nearest thing to show business in the outside world. They're temperamental and jealous. I like them." She had a great many admirers. One of them, Britain's actor Hugh Sinclair, says: "She disarmed you. You saw this wonderful, glamorous creature, and in five minutes she had you roaring with laughter. She was gay, warmhearted and absolutely genuine."

As a model, Lucille called herself Diane Belmont, choosing her name in honor of Belmont Park Race Track, where fashion shows are sometimes staged. But it was another few years before Lucille finally got her break. She was walking up Broadway past the Palace Theater when she met agent Sylvia Hahlo coming down from the Goldwyn office. Sylvia grabbed her and cried breathlessly: "How would you like to go to California? They're sending a bunch of poster girls there for six weeks for a picture. One of the girls' mothers has refused to let her go."

$50 to $ 1,500. The movie was ‘Roman Scandals’, starring Eddie Cantor, and it was six months instead of six weeks in the making. Lucille was grimly determined to keep her foot in the Hollywood door. She got a succession of bit parts in such movies as ‘Moulin Rouge’ and ‘The Affairs of Cellini’, worked for three months with the roughhouse comics known as The Three Stooges ("It was one continuous bath of Vichy water and lemon meringue pie").

When RKO picked up her contract, she gradually emerged as a queen of B pictures, then began making program movies with comics Jack Oakie, Joe Penner and the Marx Brothers (’Room Service’). Her salary rose from $50 a week to $1,500 and her hair, already turned blonde from its original brown, now became a brilliant but indescribable shade that has been variously called ‘shocking pink' and 'strawberry orange.' While she was in ‘Dance, Girl, Dance’, and being hailed by Director Erich Pommer as a new 'find' (by then,

she had been playing in movies for six years), she met a brash, boyish young Cuban named Desi Arnaz.

Gold Initials. Desi had come to Hollywood to make the movie version of the Broadway hit, Too Many Girls. Taking one look at luscious (5 ft. 7 in., 130 Ibs.) Lucille, who was wearing a sweater and skirt, he cried: "Thass a honk o' woman!" and asked: "How would you like to learn the rumba, baby?" He took her for a ride in his blue convertible, with the gold initials on the door, and she shudderingly recalls that the only time the speedometer dipped below 100 m.p.h. was when he rounded a curve. On the way home, Desi hit a bump and, as Lucille tells it, a fender flew off. He simply flicked the ash from his Cuban cigarillo and sped on.

Lucille was as dazzled by his full name (Desiderio Alberto Arnaz y De Acha III) as by his history. The only child of a prosperous Cuban politician who had been mayor of Santiago and a member of the Cuban Senate, Desi had fled to Miami with his mother during the revolution of 1933. His father, a supporter of President Machado, was put in jail, and the Arnaz possessions disappeared in the revolution.

After six months, Desi's father was released from jail and rejoined his family in Miami, where he went into the export-import business. Desi, who was 16, enrolled in St. Patrick's High School (his closest friend was Al Capone's son Albert), and got a part-time job cleaning canary cages for a firm which sold birds to local drugstores. He soon found steadier work as a guitarist in a four-piece band incongruously called the Siboney Sextette. The critics agreed on Desi's meager musical gifts. "He was always off-beat," says theater owner Carlos Montalban. "But he's an awfully nice guy—a clean-cut Latin."

Conga Line. Whatever Desi had, it was something the public liked. He began beating a conga drum in Miami and soon nightclub audiences, from Florida to New York, were forming conga lines behind him. His good looks and unquenchable good humor interested producer George Abbott, who was searching for a Latin type to play a leading role in ‘Too Many Girls’. "Can you act?" asked Abbott. "Act?" answered Desi, expansively. "All my life, I act."

The courtship of Desi and Lucille was predictably stormy. Says a friend: "He's very jealous. She's very jealous—they're both very jealous." They were married in 1940, while Desi was leading his orchestra at the Roxy in New York and Lucille was between pictures in Hollywood. She flew in from the coast; they got up at 5 a.m. and drove to Connecticut, where they were married by a justice of the peace. Since they had no apartment, Desi compromised by carrying his bride across the threshold of his dressing room at the Roxy. Hollywood offered odds that the marriage would not last six weeks.

The marriage lasted better than six weeks, but after four years trouble blew. Desi kept moving about the country with his band, and Lucille, when not making pictures, mostly sat home alone. Their marriage was drifting on the rocks, and only World War II averted immediate shipwreck. Desi refused a commission in the Cuban army and was drafted into the U.S. infantry. He was moved on to Special Services, and spent much of the war shepherding USO troupes from one base to another.

In 1944, Lucille filed suit for divorce. She won an interlocutory decree but never got around to filing for her final papers. The reason: she and Desi were in the midst of a new reconciliation. But all the old difficulties remained. Lucille would sit night after night at the clubs where Desi's band was playing, but that resulted in rings under her eyes rather than a new intimacy. She tried cutting down on her movie work by starring in a CBS radio show called ‘My Favorite Husband’, and Desi also took a flyer at radio. They worked out a vaudeville act and toured U.S. theaters with their new routines.

Lucille credits Desi with being the one who was willing to take a chance on TV. "He's a Cuban," she says, "and all Cubans gamble. They'll bet you which way the tide is going and give you first pick." But it was a real gamble. Movie exhibitors do not look kindly upon movie stars who desert to the enemy. If the show flopped, Lucille would have no place to crawl back to. They told CBS that they would give television a try only if both of them could be on the same show. At first, they wanted to play themselves. They compromised by turning Desi into Ricky Ricardo, a struggling young bandleader, and letting Lucille fulfill her lifelong ambition of playing a housewife.

The decision to film the show also made CBS bigwigs uneasy. It would cost four times as much as a live show, and the only interested sponsor, Philip Morris, wasn't prepared to go that high. Again there was a compromise. Desi and Lucille agreed to take a smaller salary in return for producing the show and keeping title to the films.

Real Plumbing. Long years in the practical business of orchestra leading had given Desi considerable organizing ability and business sense. He set up Desilu Productions (Desi president, Lucille vice president), and leased a sound stage from an independent Los Angeles studio. Because Lucille was ‘dead' without an audience, a side wall of the studio was knocked out to make a street entrance, and seats installed for an audience of 300. When a show is ready for the cameras, the audience laughter is picked up on overhead microphones and used in the final print.

Though ‘I Love Lucy’ is filmed, it is more like a play than a movie. All of the lines and action are memorized and, whenever possible, the show is played straight through from beginning to end, and not shot in a number of unrelated scenes. The action takes place on four sets; two of them represent the Ricardos' Manhattan apartment, a third shows the nightclub where Ricky's band plays and the fourth is used for any other scenes called for by the script. Says Desi proudly: "We have real furniture, real plumbing, and a real kitchen where we serve real food. Even the plants are really growing; they're not phony."

Desilu Productions hired a pair of veteran troupers, William Frawley and Vivian Vance, to play the family next door and serve as foils and friends for Desi and Lucille. Academy Award-winning Karl (’The Good Earth’) Freund supervises the three cameras, and Director Marc Daniels (soon to be replaced by Bill Asher) gives Lucy its rattling pace. The writers—Jess Oppenheimer, Bill Carroll and Madalyn Pugh—turn out scripts that do not impose too much on the audience's credulity and are reasonably free of clichés. The writers are held in an esteem not common in TV. Lucille bombards Jess Oppenheimer with photographs flatteringly inscribed to "the Boss Man," and Desi has presented him with a statuette of a baseball player and a punning tribute, "To the man behind the ball."

"Wanta Play Cards?" Desi and Lucille live an unpretentious life on a five-acre ranch in the San Fernando Valley. The only Hollywood note is a kidney-shaped swimming pool, and the most recent addition to the house (a wing devoted to daughter Lucie and her nurse) cost $22,000—more than the house and land cost originally. Neither Desi nor Lucille has ever been socially ambitious, and their friends are the same ones they have known for years. Both Desi's mother (now divorced from Arnaz Sr., who still lives in Miami) and Lucille's Mom live nearby.

At home, Lucille, who collects stray cats and dogs, is an amateur painter ("I use oils because it's easier to correct mistakes than with water colors"), and generally considers herself a lazy, lounging homebody. She is fascinated by Desi's boundless energy.' He spends weekends fishing on his 34-foot cabin cruiser, Desilu; plays violent tennis; likes to cook elaborate dishes. Says Lucille: "Everything is fine with him all the time. Wanta play cards? Fine. Play games? Fine. go for a swim? Great." There's only one problem: "Desi is a great thermostat sneaker-upper and I'm a thermostat sneaker-downer. Cold is the one thing that isn't great with him."

Sex & Chic. Though life has grown noticeably more placid for Desi and Lucille, it promises more money than they ever made before. Desilu Productions has already branched out beyond ‘I Love Lucy’. It is filming TV commercials for Red Skelton, and is at work on a new TV series, ‘Our Miss Brooks’, starring Eve Arden. Three of the best 30-minute Lucy shows are being put together in a package and will be experimentally released to movie theaters in the U.S. and Latin America. This year, ‘I Love Lucy’ has grossed about $1,000,000, and sponsor Philip Morris has signed a contract for 39 more shows beginning this fall. All of the old Lucy films can be sold again as new TV stations go on the air (eventually there will be 2,053 TV transmitters in the U.S., compared to today's 108).

In reaching the TV top, Lucille's telegenic good looks may be almost as important as her talent for comedy. She is sultry-voiced, sexy, and wears chic clothes with all the aplomb of a trained model and showgirl. Letters from her feminine fans show as much interest in Lucille's fashions as in her slapstick. Most successful comediennes (e.g., Imogene Coca, Fanny Brice, Beatrice Lillie) have made comic capital out of their physical appearance. Lucille belongs to a rare comic aristocracy: the clown with glamour.

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thebardish · 3 years

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Maelstrom

Multiple industrial domes connected into a vast array of lights that shine brightly against the black water. There lies a large skeleton, with a gaping maw positioned just above the biggest of the domes. This dome has a web of reinforced struts, and two large circular fans pumping in oxygen rich water, and pumping out the depleted water. This is Dome 6, the deepest, most secure, and most expensive of all the Atlantis Domes. This is where you are needed now.

The Interlude:

The party spends some time reeling from their adventure through the forest. They rest up and give their artifacts to HIM, who responds by giving them what they ask. Cal asks for a shield, Thara wants to upgrade her fire poker, and Jovis wants his cloak upgraded. Thara and Cal also go their own ways and find professors to learn more. Cal takes a few music classes from a Kenku named Taka, whereas Thara asks an Earth Genasi named Roshan to look into the visions about her parents. They each get a message from Jovis inviting them all to dinner, and they all accept. After dinner they each get another message, this one an invitation to a gala in Atlantis. This gala is to recognize them as guests of honor because of what they did to save Eden from perdition and certain death.

The night before the gala they each have a vision. The visuals of which are all the same, the color has been stripped from Samuel's body, and when the council speaks his voice is also missing. Their collective voice says “Change is coming to a once perfect Academy, Change is on the horizon, and Change to a perfect world only brings suffering.” and then each person hears something different. Jovis hears a deep masculine voice saying to him; “Jovis, do you want your mothers to leave you? Do you want them to go back and find their old lives and leave each other? What would happen to you? You’d be left alone. Join me and I can make sure your mothers never leave this place, and you’ll be with them forever. All you have to do is listen to me. When the time is right I need you to prove your allegiance to me, and to your family. There will be a time, and you’ll know it by the glint in his eyes. You need to kill him where he stands, right then and there.” Cal hears the voice of Costasiella, and she whispers into his ear “Something is wrong, you can feel it. Something about the map was off wasn’t it? I’ve had this map for longer than I’d like to admit, but without all three I couldn’t see the whole picture. Samuel trusted me with this and I’m not sure why.” Thara hears her parent, “My dearest Thara, my powers are slowly growing as you break down the walls. I can now speak to you in the little brother of death, sleep. Please be careful, not everyone wishes you safety, and even if they say they do, they may not mean it.”

The Storm:

The party meets HIM in the GREG along with a rough-looking Goliath man who introduces himself as Wicker. Thara and Cal have seen him around the lighthouse, but haven’t had much interaction other than knowing he means well. Jovis is quite startled by this man, but follows him anyway. They are taken to the lighthouse that overlooks the lake, right next to the pier. Wicker pulls a string from the side of the lighthouse and from the depths a small boat bounces to the surface. They climb aboard and take up their arms at the guns. Wicker is the captain and the three party members are gunners. Each gun looks like a harpoon gun but they shoot concentrated light beams which stun the wildlife instead of killing them. Wicker drives the boat out to the middle of the lake and immediately turns the wheel all the way to create this whirlpool that sends them straight down. The first level they encounter a group of Merfolk who shoot light beams, and they disband them quite easily. Their next problem is when the boat gets tangled in some seaweed so Wicker pushes a bright red button and extends each gunner station. Now the ones on each side are out about fifty feet and the one on the bow shoots upwards twenty-five feet. Now the gunners can shoot the strands of seaweed and have a better mobility. They come to a group of sharks that Cal speaks to and they turn around, but not before one lunges and Thara pokes his eye out. Their last problem comes in the form of a group of Koa-Toa pirates. Cal and Thara fight them and Jovis shoots them from his perch.

The Gala:

The boat comes to a stop right outside Dome 6. Inside is set up for the party. They meet a Leonin named Thomas. He takes the party to a series of dressing rooms where they change into their gala outfits. In the dressing rooms there are boxes to store their weapons and other clothes. Thomas flirts around with Wicker. They all come out of the dressing rooms wearing their gala outfits and without their normal weapons. Cal wears a suit with dark green pants and vest, a light green shirt, dark purple overcoat with a gold tie with the emblem of his monarchy. Thara chose a long flowy dress with gold cuffs and accents. Jovis has light purple pants and shirt and a sage green vest with a gold bow-tie. They dance around and meet all the people of importance. Thomas points them in the direction of the one in charge of all of this, an androgynous person by the name of Hapi. They tell the party how thankful they are for how the party saved Eden. Jovis and them dance a couple of times and Jovis uses this time to ask Hapi about the voices in his head. Hapi gives some information about Hathor and tells Jovis that Hathor is in fact a god in his head. Cal sees someone he knows on the dance floor to find Shelby, who was invited here because of her family of detectives, and she bumps into a dark blue Triton named Keros. Cal and Keros hit it off and promise to meet up after a bit to talk more. Thara makes her way to the bar, where Tomas hands her a drink, and tells Wilfred, a drunk satyr, that he has to find better things to do at these parties than just drink. Thara and Jovis go and request a song from DJ Zesty Beats.

The Murder:

The power gets cut to the dome and when they turn back on Keros is dead in the middle of the dance floor and both fans have stopped working. There’s a note with a riddle on it, and as they are solving it they decide to reanimate Keros to ask him a few questions. The riddle was “My full powers come when my maker is dead; I await a heavy hat to put on my head, what am I?” and when someone finally said the answer, which was Heir, another note appeared on the back. “There's such a thing as a false royal. Someone who wishes to muck up what was already set in motion. - For every hour the fake breathes, an innocent of the same race will perish until he is the only one left. Then they shall meet the same fate. Find me if you can, for I am in this very room, all you need to do is look.” The party spends some time separating the party goers, and they eventually look around the dressing room to bring a drunk Wilfred out, but not before another Triton goes down. Also in the dressing room is a staircase going up to the fan room, where Cal finds a tied up figure and he’s able to see a ceramic trident wedged between two of the fan blades. Jovis stays in the room and unwraps an almost naked DJ Zesty Beats. A third Triton dies and at that point the party confronts the DJ Zesty Beats downstairs.

At that point the lights go out once more and WIlfred stands up and reveals himself to be the killer. DJ Zesty Beats was a Charmed Thomas, and the Tomas that the party met was a disguised Prince Zelzes. Zelzes throws down a bright blue trident with a purple bag tied to the end, and tells WIlfred “I don’t care about the item, I just want Cal. If he comes with me, we can leave and you can do whatever you want.” At this point Jovis follows the directions from the voice in his head and kills Prince Zelzes where he stands, burning a hole straight through his chest. Wilfred takes this opportunity to Mage Hand the bag and flee. Hapi sees this happen and pulls a robe identical to the one Wicker pulled and from below the dome a smaller boat appears. Before they jump into it, they grab Jovis’ arm and they look directly at Hathor, and tell her to tell Jovis why she chose him. Cal drives, Thara mans the sails, and Jovis is the gunner.

The Chase:

The party hops into the boat and chases after WIlfred, at the same time the giant skeleton begins to churn and lifts itself up and out of the dirt, its eyes now a bright white. It follows both of the boats through sharp spikes as well as swarms of jellyfish. Wilfred eventually leaves his boat and Cal catches him and throws him into a corner. Jovis opens the bag and lets out four glowing white orbs that manifest into four Tritons. Keros and the other two, as well as Prince Zelzes. The three Tritons bow and their spirits dissipate, but Zelzes stays, and he tells Cal, “My rage was my entire life, and it changed me so. You have freed me from a life under our fathers rule, and for that I am grateful.” Cal looks to him and tells him a traditional Triton death saying, “May you rest among the waves.” to which Zelzes replies, “After every storm there is a calm sea. Be wary my brother, for I know your quest and you will need help. You will find some by the name of Pip in the place where the sun doesn’t set. That is all.” And he too fades off into nothingness. At this point the boat is nearing the surface and they breach and catch some serious air, before slamming back down and the skeleton beaching itself and as its eyes fade, the vision starts. Same as the moss, the party finds themselves surrounded by a bubble of water, and swimming around them are two figures. A small Grung figure and a humanoid one. They are swimming side-by-side and laughing, very obviously close friends. The Grung places a small bag on a pedestal within the ribcage of the giant skeleton, and then the water splashes down around them, Cal ties up Wilfred, and they dock near Wicker’s house. He looks disgruntled, and immediately goes to call Thomas, and ushers them and just tells them to go to Cantaloupe, he will know what to do.

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something-in-the-seas · 5 years

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November 18th, 1968 (Part 1)

I thought I would share the Aftershock one shots. They’re on AO3 as well here. There is centered on the Bioshock 2 cast coming to the surface, basically it’s a long ass night and everyone is suffering. Our lord and savior Booker isn’t here yet but Ryan is suffering.

I thank @frangstfontaine for inspiring me to finish this last night after those riveting Area 51 discussions

TW: For pregnancy (Liz is pregnant with Ziggy).

7:15 PM

The beginning of the holiday season had always been Jack’s favorite time of year. From what little he could remember during his time in Rapture, trapped in Fontaine’s laboratories and stuck under the eye of Suchong, besides New Years, everything else was heavily frowned upon. There were no organized religions in Rapture, so no Christmas or Hanukkah, unless you celebrated it in your own home. From what he could gather, Rapture’s founding, November 5th, was supposed to act as a stand in for the more commercial aspects of Christmas.

And Thanksgiving?

“Being thankful for what you have is for parasites! Propaganda made up by the hacks in Washington! Tell me, why do I have to thank any of you? For my accomplishments? No, I did that on my own, no invisible man in the sky helped me. For the displeasure you’ve all caused me for the past ten years? If so, yes, thank you-”

Well, Andrew Ryan made it very clear what his thoughts on Thanksgiving were, and he made sure everyone knew it every year during the big feast. Whether you wanted his opinion or not, you were going to get it. This Thanksgiving was going to be no exception.

So, he never got to celebrate the holidays as a child. The most he got was a piece of candy from Tenenbaum that he cherished. But, there were other memories jumbled in: of times when he was small, chewing on a turkey leg, saying grace with a family so large that the table could fit nearly a dozen people. He could vividly remember sitting on his father’s shoulders to put the star on the tree they picked together outside their farm in Kansas. He and his mother used to spend a day building an army of snowmen, and then spend the night snuggled by the fire with a cup of hot chocolate, listening to the Christmas radio dramas.

But, those weren’t real. The loving and gentle mother and father he remembered from events that never even happened had never existed. His whole life was a lie. At first, it was a lot to take in, and he had a hard time accepting it.

Getting able to recreate those moments with his children, though, made up more than enough. Their first Christmas, he barely had anything, but the joy on their faces when they saw the few presents he could afford under their tiny, dying tree in their uncomfortably small apartment somehow made it the most magical one of all.

He didn’t have a farm in Kansas, but he managed to work hard enough to afford a large, spacious house in a nice suburb right outside of town. He had that big table in their big dining room that perfectly fit a big, happy (for the most part) family for Thanksgiving. Every Christmas marked more presents under their huge, ornament full tree, the stockings hanging on the fireplace practically being dragged down by how full they were. And even though Masha chose to celebrate Hanukkah, which they all celebrated together, she also did very well for herself when it came to gifts.

If he had the means, he was going to spoil his girls rotten. After everything they had gone through during the first few years of their lives, they deserved the world.

But, the material things weren’t why he loved the holidays. It was nice to give or receive a gift, the decorations in town were always beautiful, and keeping the dream of Santa Claus alive as long as humanly possible was special, of course. He used to say the holidays were his favorite because of how excited his girls would get when the time rolled in. How he was able to start new traditions with them like playing out in the snow or decorating the house as a family.

Every year, more picture frames were added on the fireplace. What started as one lonely photo of them all standing at the steps of the lighthouse, squinting from the intensity of the sun and exhausted, turned into school portraits, memorabilia from family vacations, graduation pictures, it went on and on.

As Jack finished placing the garland on the fireplace, his eyes moved to one frame in particular; a photo of a stunning, beaming young woman with light brown hair, pointing at a letter she held out by the kitchen table. ‘Berkeley bound!’ was written on the white, wooden frame with purple paint.

Janice, his eldest, who used to be a gangly, awkward girl in a torn, dirty pink dress that didn't even go to her knees, was twenty-one now. She was on her second year at Berkeley Law. She earned it. She studied for weeks, stayed up multiple nights to achieve it, even when people doubted her, she never gave up, but still, he missed her. California was so far away from New York.

And Rosie, his not-so-little spitfire, was an hour away in NYU. Freshmen weren’t allowed to bring their cars onto campus, and if she ever wanted to come home for the weekends, he would have been at the train station to pick her up in a heartbeat. She just chose to stay in the city. The Big Apple was much more exciting than little, old Saratoga Falls. She had always been attracted to the bustle of the city and was happy living the nightlife with her friends. It must have been nostalgic for her.

With his girls all grown up and beginning to go their own ways, the holidays now meant something else to Jack. It brought them all home. He got to know them, not just as their father, but as their friend. He’d learn all about Masha’s family as they celebrated Hanukkah, Janice would tell about her time in California and everything going on at college, Rosie always had some crazy stories to share, and the younger girls ranted to him about their classes.

“Janice called.”

Jack turned his head to see his wife leaning on the doorway, a soft smile on her lips. She must have been watching decorate for a while.

“Do you know where she’s at?” he asked. He couldn’t have contained his excitement even if he tried.

“When we talked, she had just picked up Rosie at the station and they were stopping to get gas and some drinks.” She walked towards him and wrapped her thin arms around his thick, muscular waist. “She said she needed caffeine and had to save her quarters for the vending machine, so she couldn't stay on for long.”

“I told her if she was too tired from the flight I would have picked her up at the airport,” Jack replied. “I don’t like any of the girls driving on Hamilton at night, you know how bad deer season is right now?”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “They’ll be fine, Rosie’s got enough energy in her to power a small army.”

“Liz, I had five cars coming into the shop from deer accidents this week alone. Completely totaled! I don’t even know what to do with them.”

“You know how careful Janice is, she moves at a snail's pace when there’s an inch of snow. They’ll be home, perfectly safe in a half an hour.” Elizabeth paused. “Ten minutes if Rosie gets pissed enough to take the wheel.”

He shook his head. “God help us.” He took her hands and rubbed his calloused fingers over her smooth skin. “So, who is this guy Janice is bringing over? Dennis?”

“David,” she corrected, playfully scolding him. “And from everything I’ve heard about him, he is a very nice guy, and he makes her very happy. Oh, and he’s in medical school.”

It was as if she was warning him, and Jack sighed, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. “I’m sure he’s a good kid. She’s just so young. She’s only twenty-one!”

“I was twenty-one when I met you,” Elizabeth replied. “Besides, you were-”

“No, don’t even go there.”

And now he was playfully scolding her, and they both chuckled together before they found their wedding picture on the mantle. They stood outside the church, arm in arm, with their girls, who were much younger than they were now and wearing matching little dresses, with several good friends such as Dr. Tenenbaum.

There was a guilty pang in his stomach when he saw her in the back, looking awkward and like she didn’t belong. He could tell Elizabeth felt the same way, especially with how things were for the past month or so. It was a looming elephant in the room that had to be addressed soon, but they wanted to ignore it for just a little while longer.

He had to say, though, he looked quite dashing in his tux and Liz, of course, was gorgeous in that dress, but he was biased. His wife was the most beautiful woman alive.

And then, there was a more recent photo beside it of he and Sally, beaming from ear to ear after one of her cheerleading competitions last spring. It was closer to the city, and when it was over, they got ice cream. She wasn’t that cowering seven-year-old in the bathysphere anymore. Today was her birthday, and she was sixteen now.

“I miss when they were that small,” Jack said, his full of melancholy as Elizabeth rested her head on one of his broad shoulders. “It’s like they don’t even need us anymore.”

“They still need us.”

“Yeah, but they’re not coming to us anymore if they got a scrape or had a nightmare, or asking me to read them a bedtime story-”

“Isn’t this what we wanted, though?” Elizabeth asked. “Them to grow up and be normal, independent women with their own lives?”

“I just didn’t realize how fast it was going to go.” He faced his wife. “I miss when they’d run around the house and play dolls right here. Or, when they’d sit at the table and paint. I mean, what’s the point of having this big house if it’s empty?”

She smiled softly, leading his hands to the growing swell of her stomach, just beginning to poke out from her dress. “Just think, we’ll get to do it all over again soon.”

And the thought of reliving all those moments again and passing down those holiday traditions with someone entirely new- a little boy or girl who would be the perfect blend of them both- gave Jack chills. Good chills, but chills nonetheless. They both had dreamed about this, tried for years. There were so many tears shed. Doctors had told them to give up, that it just wasn’t possible, and they were ready to, but here they were now. Cradling their unborn child, who’s birth in just a few short months would mark the beginning of spring, and with it, a whole new chapter of their lives.

He may have been excited for this Christmas, but he was already looking forward to next year.

As he cupped his wife’s cheeks, Jack could only be amazed that she was somehow even more beautiful carrying their child than ever before. God, he loved her. He loved his family so much. Rapture and Fontaine may have tried to take everything from him, but they gave him even more than he thought was possible.

Their lips inched closer together, ready to share a passionate kiss, but their moment together was disrupted by the shuffling of feet. A small cough from near the doorway made them separate. Their youngest girl, fifteen-year-old Leta, glanced between the two as she rubbed her arm. Her cheeks were turning a light shade of pink.

“Grandpa wants to know if we’re doing cake soon,” she began after she was finished gawking. “He says that his show is coming on, and he does not want to be bothered while he’s watching it.”

The couple raised a brow at each other and scowled. “Did you tell him it’s up to your sister?” He asked.

“Well, yeah, but he told me that her birthday doesn’t give her superiority over him.” The bespectacled girl shrugged. "I didn't want to get into a debate with him."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes while Jack exhaled slowly. He placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulders. “Alright,” he said as father and daughter began to make their way to the kitchen, “let’s take care of the old man.”

“I’m going to see what Sal wants to do.” Elizabeth motioned upstairs. “It’s her day, she’s the birthday girl.”

Jack nodded, though, he felt a pang a jealousy that his wife didn’t have to deal with his father. Stress wasn’t good for the baby, and Andrew Ryan had the magical gift of raising blood pressures. He didn’t even need to open his mouth to do it, Jack could feel the inevitable migraine starting and there weren’t any arguments yet.

Yet.

#aftershock #bioshock #bioshock 2 #jack wynand #jack ryan #andrew ryan #elizabeth comstock #sally ryan #janice ryan #rosie ryan #leta ryan #masha lutz #masha ryan #brigid tenenbaum #david smith #pregnancy//#1968

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coeurdastronaute · 6 years

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Essays in Existentialism: Ice and Fire II

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Previously on Ice and Fire

1. Dany

The memorial was a farce, but still, she bore it for her people. Dressed in black and head held high, Dany knew that on the other side of the sea, the proper steps were being taken to immortalize her husband. Back in his home, the death of the Khal would be celebrated for weeks, would go on until the next came, and she could do nothing, could never go back because it would mean her induction into the hall of widows.

And so she lost not just her husband, but her home as well. She mourned both equally as the empty pyre burned without the body while her daughter stood beside her and watched in much the same way.

When the day was done, when all that was left was smoke and ash, Dany finally turned to her daughter who remained beside her to the very end, even after dismissing the rest of the group who joined the wake.

“I know you’re angry.” To her credit, Lexa didn’t flinch, just grit her teeth and look down before staring back at the embers that still glowed. “But you were not born to lead the Khalasar.”

“That is exactly was I was born to do,” she disagreed, a slight snarl to her words that Dany could picture only her husband. The dark paint hung heavy over her daughter’s eyes, made them burn brighter. “If I’m not there to challenge for it, it will be gone from my father’s blood, from his father’s blood.”

“You were born for the Iron Throne. That is your blood.”

“That’s yours,” Lexa growled, jaw clenching.

“You’ll understand--”

“One day. Yes, I am aware. I await that day eagerly.”

“Your father gave--”

“I know!” Lexa snapped again, eyes flashing wrath upon her mother. “I know what he gave. I know for what.”

With the words hanging in the air, her daughter turned on her heel and stalked away. Dany flinched just once before turning back to the scene before her. Alone with herself and the sea and the smoke, she wiped her cheek, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

2. Clarke

The word came that a meeting would be necessary, that the return of a Lannister to the halls of Casterly Rock was so farfetched a notion that those possessing it could not believe it enough to leave first. And it boiled Clarke’s blood, despite the fact that she was not certain what to expect. But it was simple enough. She would go and make her claim, and that would be enough. All too soon, she felt the weight of her name in her bones, as if it had been awoken with proximity and power, like a siren’s call, a devious drug. She wanted to be the goodness her uncle spoke of being. That was all the honor she felt.

There was still much to be done, and so she doubled her efforts to learn everything she could from her uncle, made plans, sent ravens to the families she would meet on her trip, when she reached her lands. The plans were made and drawn up for their departure in a few months, but the death of the Khal delayed them indefinitely, as the Hand was required.

There was a rain that fell as Clarke found herself thinking of such things. She tucked herself in the small upstairs of the old building the horses used as a barn. The roof bowed and leaked in spots, but it was hidden in the woods, and it was quiet, and it was a place she could sit and draw and try to think, to decompress, to free herself from the swirling thoughts and overwhelming pressure that she placed upon herself to live up to names she only read about in books.

“Your uncle was looking for you,” Lexa’s voice appeared as she climbed to the loft. She saw the candle flickering in the storm and followed it, like a lighthouse’s beams, despite her own duties, despite her own worries and thoughts.

“I told him I would be back after dinner.”

“Normally I am the broody one who climbs things and sulks.” She took a seat down beside the girl and her book.

“I’m not sulking.”

“Do I get to see?”

“You’ve been avoiding me for days.”

It was accusatory, and rightly so, as Lexa deserved the wrath that she knew would come if she ever gave into her own temptation. She was smart enough to look out at the fields and at the horses standing down by the pond, flicking their coats in the rain. If she looked at the girl beside her, she’d be done, and she knew it.

“I’ve had a lot to finish.”

“Is that it?”

“What else could it be?” she smiled softly and took the open book, finally working up the courage to look through it when Clarke gave no complaint.

“Yes,” Clarke hummed. “What else.”

Under the words, Lexa’s ears burned, but she did not look up. Instead, she just played with the corner of a page and admired the artwork in the book, encompassing almost everything. Quietly, she listened to the rain and turned the pages, passing countrysides she did not recognize and castles that she did. People she might never know and faces that seemed to haunt her appeared. The horses appeared, making her smile, each with their own personality.

Clarke was too anxious to look at the princess’ face, but she couldn’t stop herself from sneaking a peak and instantly regretting it. The awe that spread there was unexpected and made her even more nervous. Lilac eyes lingered on each line of her work. Those eyes were normally so powerful and stern, now were amused and surprised, were delighted and simmering almost warm and more welcoming. Lexa couldn’t know, Clarke decided, there was no way that she could know what multitudes her eyes betrayed.

“That’s my mother,” Lexa whispered, cocking her head slightly at the image of the woman on the menacing throne followed by another where she was simply walking through the garden. “You should paint her. She would love that.”

“She has official portraits.”

“Still,” she nodded, becoming serious. “You capture people who are real.”

“Thank you.”

“Is that me?”

“Yes.”

Lexa ran her fingertips along her brow on the page, along the slope of her jaw.

“Do I look so serious all of the time?”

“Sometimes. When you’re there, when you’re not alone with me. When you are, you look like this,” Clarke promised, turning the page, revealing a small smile and happier eyes.

Again, Lexa was quiet. Her lips clocked half way and stayed there, grateful she was not so serious as previously thought. She liked to see herself through Clarke’s eyes. It was refreshing, just as it was to see the parts of the castle she captured, and the way her uncle was somehow a great man, esteemed and full of pride in Clarke’s rendition. Just like her mother looked wise and gracious and kind. Just like the horses looked unique, and the world was full of joy and sorrow and fear and safety. It was all so personal.

And then she turned the page and froze, her hand hesitating before tracing the spine of the book.

“You never met him,” she whispered.

“I just took what you said and tried to imagine it. Was I close?”

“Very,” Lexa nodded, swallowing thickly.

“I’m sorry. I just thought that maybe you might like to have something.”

“The dead are gone, Clarke.”

“I know,” she nodded quickly. “Believe me, I know.”

She watched Lexa flip the page once more to a brief sketch she made of her own mother based off of what she could gather and the one portrait she saw when she was a child and visiting Tarth. Her father was on the other side, or at least who she thought he would be. Quickly, Lexa turned back and came face to face with her ghost.

“You were close,” she mutters. “Would you... if I told you could you try again?”

“Of course. If you would like.”

Once more, Lexa peaked at Clarke’s parents, the myth of the war. She squinted and tilted her head.

“Your father had a much more square jaw. Like yours.”

“How do you know?”

“I saw a painting once. I can show you, if you’d like. The maesters keep all kinds of stuff locked up in the basement.”

“I don’t know if my uncle would like that very much.”

“It’s for you to decide.”

“Let me fix your drawing,” Clarke ignored the option while it weighed heavily upon her shoulders.

She assumed that she might come face to face with her father at Casterly Rock, if there was anything left of him. She even found herself looking through the Hand’s book one evening just to find his page nearly empty minus the word ‘traitor’ scrawled neatly on the lines.

The rain kept coming, dripping from the roof as Clarke found herself leaning against one side of the open loft with Lexa across from her, lazing and interested in the work happening on the page.

“What parts did I get right?” the artist asked, hoping to keep all thoughts strictly on the page.

“The eyes,” Lexa nodded. “They could be severe, and intimidating, which is what you have. And the jaw. It is close.”

“Okay. I can work from there.”

“I don’t think we have anything with his face on it.”

“I thought so.”

At the edge of the field, the horses appeared, shaking wet manes and tugging up grass at the roots. Lexa watched them in the grey day and did nothing else except sigh. For a moment, even here, even with Clarke, even at ease, she yearned for her home, yearned for the Grass Sea and that life, ached to be somewhere understood and not so severe and cold and rigid.

Clarke worked on her sketch, re-working it as best she could, careful not to interrupt the brooding. She took extra care to try to find the lost, thoughtfulness that the princess held to herself. She took extra care to draw out each moment as long as she could, because this was a gift, and they might never have this together again.

“It’s not far off,” Lexa finally nodded, holding the paper that Clarke tugged out of the book. Reverently, she cradled it in her hands and took in every inch of it.

“We should head back soon,” Clarke murmured, closing her book and setting it aside.

She did not move again, did not want to do anything else. The rain reminded her of home, of the fogs that would stick around the island and make it impossible to walk three feet without bumping into things, so that the whole world felt far away and she could be alone in the middle of everything.

This rain, this storm, this old barn, it was the fog and she was safe from everything, just for a little while. When she moved, it would disappear, and the only person who understood what it was like to have an entire life to grow into before being born, sat beside her and looked just as lost.

When they went back, Lexa would not look like that, and Clarke would miss it.

3. Tyrion

With no reason to leave the palace again, the Queen kept everyone busy at home. The days were long and busy, while the clouds took their time, not noticing at all how full of life the years of prosperity had made the land. A line of visitors came and went, asking favor, offering their apologies for the loss of the kingdom, and the Hand of the Queen found himself busy with managing the operation, preventing fires, and helping to reclaim his name and home.

He sighed as he moved through the corridor, pausing only to rub his sore knee from all of the chasing around of the day.

After the death of the khal, he never realized that his life would get even busier. He expected a bit of mourning and rest, though he should have known better from his patron. In all of their time together, Tyrion knew that Daenerys couldn’t stop. She was physically incapable of stopping for any amount of time, and he beat himself up for not seeing it sooner.

What he allowed himself to realize, however, as he made his way toward the gardens, was that now they were in a time of funerals. It was a time in which people would die of old age or accidents, but rarely because of clashes or battles. While they once existed when every day was the precipice of their last moments, now, they were stuck realizing that people could die, even during times of peace.

“Good afternoon, my lord,” a soldier greeted the Hand with a solemn bow.

“Have you seen my niece?”

“I saw her with the princess earlier.”

“Any idea where they might have gone?” he asked, growing slightly annoyed.

“No, sir.”

The friendship of the two might have been the biggest godsend since the appearance of dragons. No other politically motivated event held as much weight as the next generation building attachments and loyalties amidst a history of turmoil. Tyrion knew it best of all, and though he hadn’t broached the subject of marriage with his niece, he knew that it would be discussed shortly. Possibly someone from a smaller house closer to Casterly Rock. Perhaps someone from the North.

The King in the North was already on his way to his new dynasty after meeting someone from a smaller house, and it only increased the loyalty of his people. The Starks of Bear Island and an impressive brood of four, while the new Starks of Riverrun, comprised most notably of his once wife, had three. The next generations of their world were being born across the land, and the new connections would be vital to avoid future squabbles.

Though he knew history was damned to repeat itself, he hoped to be long dead before another run of war.

“Why are you still standing here?” he snapped at the guard who hopped to attention and looked around before quickly moving in the opposite direction.

Pondering too many things and moving pieces, he continued his hunt.

Weaving through the bushes and blooming flowers, the Hand strained his ears to hear the newly familiar laughter of his niece. Over the past few months, he’d grown used to having her around. It wasn’t hard to show her off, to parade her around, much to her annoyance that she bore with a good-natured smile. And it wasn’t hard to have someone worry about him, bring him tea in the evenings, show him her sketches of the day, take down his words as he kept working on his book of history.

It wasn’t hard to want to have family around, he realized, in his old age. He wanted a family, and for some reason never really took the time to notice.

Somewhere in the middle of his remembering, Tyrion heard the familiar laughter of the only other Lannister in existence, and he smiled to himself at the sound, something he was learning to savor and hold.

“He was quite handsome, wasn’t he?” Clarke asked.

“He wasn’t terrible looking, at least from a painting,” the princess responded. “I don’t think he’s the best looking Lannister though.”

“Oh yeah? Would you say it’s my uncle?”

“I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life.”

There was an honesty in the words that made Tyrion pause and grow worried. He didn’t have to, but he turned the corner and saw Clarke blush at the revelation, the two paused after slipping through a normally locked door from the basement, hidden near the lemon trees.

“Thank you for showing me. It was… It was everything.”

“Maybe you’ll paint a better one. I still think you should illustrate the Hand’s book for him. The epic of our history deserves beautiful pictures.”

“I’m not that good.”

“You’re spectacular.”

“Are you going to counter everything I saw with that golden tongue?” Clarke accused.

“Hopefully.”

As they made their way around the edge of the fence and back into the normalcy of the day, Tyrion cleared his throat and made it as if he was just walking through the garden.

“Uncle!” Clarke smiled, warm as ever. “How are you? Were you looking for me?”

“I was on a walk. The doctor prescribed them to me from time to time,” he grinned and bowed to the princess. “I see you two are getting on thick as thieves.”

“I’m showing Clarke all of my hiding spaces of when I was a child,” Lexa offered, returning his bow.

“A tour unlike any other. I once found you asleep in a closet behind a broom,” he remembered with a chuckle. “Walk with me a bit.”

Clarke smiled and accepted with a nod, while Lexa offered her arm to accompany them. The Hand saw it all and wondered what was to come next. Just as he was sure there was a stability to be reached and upheld, he could see that it was tenuous at best.

“Lexa was kind enough to show me the towers. I liked the view.”

“And what were you looking at last?”

“I took Clarke to the archives,” Lexa supplied, seeing how much Clarke didn’t want to admit it. The truth might hurt too much coming from her. “She wanted to see her father’s portrait.”

“We have a much better one at Casterly Rock,” Tyrion supplied. “It was done when he was just a little older than you, before the first War.”

“I’d like to see it.”

“You will.”

“When are you planning on heading back?” Lexa asked.

“After the wedding,” he nodded. “We have a long journey north, and then we’ll head to the coast.”

“I haven’t been to the north yet,” the princess realized. “I’m excited most to see the pretty lands Clarke has described.”

“Not your Uncle Jon?”

“Him too, I guess,” she smiled as the party paused. “I will let you two continue your walk. I think I have some things to attend to.”

“Thank you for taking me,” Clarke offered.

“Good afternoon, your highness,” Tyrion bowed his head again.

With a smile unusual to her lips, the princess departed the small family, leaving the two Lannisters watching her graceful movements.

“Please don’t,” Clarke sighed as soon as they started off again.

“I wasn’t,” Tyrion offered, grinning to himself at how clever she was. Sometimes it wasn’t hard to remember that she was part of his bloodline.

“There’s nothing happening.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I know you.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

They walked toward the seawall and smelled the breeze as it ruffled their hair and twisted up branches from the pavilion. Tyrion weighed his words, made even more difficult now that he learned there was something to worry about.

“You’re a smart girl,” he patted her hand. “I don’t think I have to say anything.”

He chanced a look to watch Clarke clench her jaw as blue eyes stared out at a bluer sea. Sometimes she looked so much like his brother that he didn’t know what to do with that knowledge. Sometimes, she was foolish enough to believe in things that might get her killed, Tyrion realized.

Perhaps it was genetic.

“Sometimes I wish I’d stayed on that island.”

“I’m glad that you’re here.”

He hoped it was enough, and a small part of him let himself believe that it was. Clarke took a seat on the edge of the world and smiled fondly at her uncle before turning her attention back to the tower of the castles.

4. Lexa

The highest point in the city was accessible only through a labyrinth of stairwells. It was primarily off limits to everyone, and no one ever had need to traverse to the top. The view was unbeatable, but the cost was too much.

As a child, Lexa spent hours searching the horizon for her father’s ships, for the horizon and a faraway land. She tasted the breeze from faraway places and watched the entirety of King’s Landing working away their days.

Now, it was a hideaway. It was an escape. It was the closest she could get to the stars and that she could escape from the heaviness of every day and the expectations her mother renewed in her effort to cultivate her into a ruler.

It was a place to disappear, right in the middle of everyone, and Lexa craved it.

“I thought you’d be up here,” a voice whispered in the dark, making the princess smile.

“And I thought you’d stand me up.”

She didn’t have to turn around to know that it was a beautiful blonde from far away who stood near the door and surveyed her. She didn’t have to see because she could feel her, could smell her from the northern wind.

“Why would you think that?” Clarke asked, finally stepping inside the tower’s spindle.

“I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“My uncle has kept me busy. Preparations for the travels north.”

“You kissed me the other night,” Lexa reminded her. “You came to my room and kissed me and left without saying a word.”

Clarke clenched her jaw and looked at Lexa in the dim light of the moon and the stars and her lantern. She placed it on the sill and tried to buy herself some time. There really weren’t words for it.

Unflinchingly, Lexa watched Clarke move and held her breath, nervous for what might come to light in the dark.

“This is silly. Just an infatuation,” Clarke shook her head. “I can’t have any distractions now. Not with my uncle pouring so much into me. He looks at me like… like… like he finally sees a future for his name.”

“You believe we are doing something wrong?”

Lexa tried to keep her voice level, though she felt weak with it in every vowel. The look of hurt Clarke flashed her disappeared almost instantly, hiding itself behind the guise of duty.

“We aren’t doing anything.”

“They why are you up here, with me, right now?” Lexa took a step toward her.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you want, Clarke?” Another.

“I don’t know.”

Lexa took the chance to reach up and grab Clarke’s cheeks, her neck. Slowly, she did it, so as not to spook her. All the while, her eyes roamed lips and begged to be told to stop. If Clarke said no, she’d leave. She had that much feeling for her, that she couldn’t imagine not feeling it back.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Lexa whispered. “Hang what the hand says. Forget everything else. This. This moment.”

“Lexa,” Clarke shook her head and sighed, though her hands moved and held the princess closer than before.

“When I was a child, I told my parents that I would never fall in love, that I’d rule and never risk anything, but I’m so… it’s so lonely, Clarke. It’s no way to live. And you’ve shown me that. You’ve--”

Before she could finish, Clarke pushed forward and kissed her. Sick of watching her lips move and not feeling it, she kissed her and Lexa gave in, pushing her forward and earning a moan when they hit the wall finally.

Lexa felt Clarke’s tongue and she gripped her hip so hard she was afraid she’d leave a bruise, but she had to anchor herself, and she had to find some normalcy. She tried to find air, but failed. So she kissed her harder.

“Take off your pants,” Clarke whispered, cheeks flushed and eyes just pupil, no longer blue at all in the dark.

“Take off your dress,” Lexa challenged, slipping a leg between Clarke’s legs.

“No.”

“You won’t like it if I have to take it off of you,” she growled, nipping lips. “And I’m growing impatient.”

For a moment, she felt Clarke debate and then smile. She actually smirked right there, pinned between an immovable force and the wall. With all manner of the royalty and title attached to her name and blood, she let her hands drop, slide down Lexa’s front before she turned around.

“Could you?”

Like an idiot, Lexa struggled with the cord and lashes and buttons until she gave up and turned Clarke around and hitched her leg before following the thigh beneath the dress. Chest heaving, Clarke tilted her head back against the cool stones of the tower’s wall and bit her lip.

It was over before it started. Lexa watched with rapt curiosity as the things she was doing to Clarke played across her face. She decided right then and there that she would never do anything as great with one finger.

“We can survive together, Clarke,” Lexa whispered, gently kissing her face as she came down from the high.

Peppered with kisses and soft murmuring, the noise finally reached Clarke’s ears and she understood. She hugged Lexa tighter to her and kissed her again.

“Maybe there’s more than just surviving,” she tried.

“Maybe,” Lexa nodded, small smile on her face.

“Take off your pants. Or you won’t like what I do to them.”

Despite herself, she laughed, and Lexa let Clarke kiss her so hard she would give her anything. In that moment, she understood how her father marched his horses across the sea to take back what her mother wanted.

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holdyourbreathuntilyouseelight · 7 years

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Agony

Summary: Set after 2x12, somewhere in 2x13 as Alec is named Head of the Institute. Skipping the whole downworlder DNA request, Magnus and Alec haven't spoken since the night Magnus asked for space after returning to his body. After a meeting with the queen of mermaids, Alec starts to feel strange. Soon he's experiencing a similar trauma as the night of Max's party when they were cursed by Iris. Magnus, going to the Institute to finally meet up with Alec after their time apart, is the one to discover him in shambles and quickly comes to his rescue.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluffy Ending

Rating: M

Warnings: Implied self-harm, non-graphic.

Author: dylanobrienstyler (previously holdyourbreathuntilyouseelight)

A/N: My first attempt at Malec - feedback of all kinds is appreciated!

Can also be read on AO3!

Alec strolled down the hall of the Institute, shaking his head a little at the fogginess that was lingering in his mind. He had just gotten back from meeting with a few authoritative mermaids and he was grateful that he had left unscathed. It hadn't been a trip he necessarily wanted to go on alone, but with Jace and Clary on an important mission to track down some lost Shadowhunters and Isabelle assisting Raphael and Simon with some vampire drama, he didn't really trust anyone at the Institute the same way he did them so it was pointless to drag someone along. Plus the queen of the mermaid clan he was meeting with had requested he come alone and mermaids were not the type you'd want to insult. They could be tricky, sly and manipulative.

Thankfully, Alec was feeling pretty good about the exchange. Being Head of the New York Institute was what he had always secretly hoped for for himself, but the reality of it was a lot of pressure. He enjoyed it though, felt as though now he had the opportunity to make a change, and that was what he had wanted for a long time.

Checking his phone, he had no new messages, and he sighed as he headed to his room to change. Training would be his next task to keep him occupied.

It had been days since he had seen Magnus, something that, since they started dating, was almost unheard of. Unless one or both of them had business to attend to that took multiple days, they saw each other frequently, even for short visits, or at the very least spoke on the phone and exchanged messages. But Magnus had asked for space as he dealt with the horrors of his past, horrors that he had relived when he was trapped in Valentine's body.

Alec could only imagine what tragedies Magnus had experienced in his long, long life, but he wished he could be there for the man he loved. He wanted Magnus to confide in him, let him help him heal, but Alec had suspicions that Magnus needed space from him too. After all, Alec hadn't believed him when he was in Valentine's body, and it nearly cost Magnus his life. Something Alec would have to live with for the rest of his life.

He had wanted to believe him of course. And he suspected things were off with Magnus when he saw him at the loft. And Valentine knowing intimate details of Magnus and Alec's dating life was more than a little suspicious. But seeing the man who he had been raised to fear and disbelieve, no matter what, was a hard thing to shake. Years of drilling that the man was manipulative, selfish, and only out for himself made Alec distrustful. And it nearly ended tragically for many.

He couldn't blame Magnus for being upset with him. If the roles were reversed, Alec knew he'd feel betrayed and hurt too. But it still ate at him, gnawed at his insides that he had hurt Magnus so badly. He wanted to make it up to him. He hoped he'd give him the chance.

For now, since he was determined to give Magnus what he asked for even if the space hurt, Alec turned his efforts over to training. The more training he got in, the more he'd be ready for whenever they had to face the next big bad, and he knew the stakes were higher for him now that he was the leader of such a large group. There wasn't room for the kind of mistakes he had made in the past.

The training room was empty, a rare luxury, and Alec figured his shooting was still on point thanks to his recent vanquish of Azazel, so his hand-on-hand combat skills were more of a priority. Prepping the dummy, he visualized an opponent and moved into action.

Swift kicks, elbow jabs, and targeted punches hitting the figurine sounded throughout the room amongst his grunts of exertion. Picturing Valentine helped him to focus, to use the extent of his strength and stamina to win the imaginary fight.

"You didn't believe him." suddenly whispered in his head, and Alec stopped short, turning around. The room was still empty.

He was breathing hard, trying to piece together what he just heard. It sounded as if someone had said it to him directly, but also like it echoed only in his mind. It was a weird sensation.

The mermaids couldn't have cursed him—he knew they were tricky and manipulative, but they didn't have the magic the Fairfolk had or other downworlders. They were more similar to Seelies in their mind-tricking ways.

So was it just his guilt speaking louder than before?

Alec shrugged it off. He was being paranoid. Spending too much time away from his family and his boyfriend was clearly affecting his rationality. He made a mental note to check in with Jace and Izzy later, see when they'd be back.

He went back to hitting his target, his body in a warrior stance, ready for the dummy to throw back hits if it had the capability. He really needed a sparring partner—that was when his mind could really get invested in what he was doing—but this would have to do.

"Magnus nearly died because of you." Another whisper sounded in his mind.

Alec shook it off right away this time, ignoring it. He wasn't having hallucinations like at Max's party at Magnus' not that long ago, when they all fell under Iris' spell. It had to just be his guilt talking, coming forward as he physically exerted himself, giving his mind more room to speak up.

He continued on, pounding harder as the sly voice in his head whispered similar things to him. Reminding him of missing Isabelle's addiction for so long. Of not keeping her safe. How she escaped when she was supposed to be recovering because he had left her at the Institute for other Shadowhunter duties. She should've been first priority, always. And it was Sebastian of all people to come to her rescue.

And then Magnus. Pleading with him while inside Valentine, doing everything in his power to convince Alec it was really him, only for Alec to slap away his desperate hands and glare at him coldly. Reject him. Turn against him. He had only stopped Imogen Herondale just in time. Only believed it to be true when the words came out of Jace's mouth as he and "Magnus" portaled outside of the prison cell the real Magnus had been in. He'd been tortured while in there, for answers he never had. And his life nearly ended with the familiar cruelty of the Clave's orders.

He hates you.

He's ending things.

He's reliving memories he's spent centuries burying, and it's all your fault.

You didn't believe him. He can't trust you. He'll never trust you.

Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.

His mind flashed to sitting on the floor, bloody hands in his lap, shaking all over and completely disoriented at what happened. Only to hear Clary's gasp of pain as she discovered her mother, bloodied and dead, at Alec's hands.

It was the demon, Alec growled to himself as he punched harder and harder. It was the demon. Clary doesn't blame you. You've been over it a hundred times with her.

How could she not? If you weren't so weak, the demon never would have gotten in. So weak. So worthless. Even your parents don't love you. They stay in Idris to get away from you. They'll never support you, your sexuality, and especially your relationship with Magnus. You're the dent and rust in the shiny family crest. No wonder they haven't come to congratulate you on the promotion—they'll always be ashamed of you.

Alec growled, smashing his fists harder into the padded material, pain shooting through his knuckles as the skin split, but he barely noticed. He hit harder and harder, trying to mask the sound in his head.

You were in love with Jace. Jace, your brother. Of course they're disgusted with you. Even Jace is. He just plays nice because he pities you and he stupidly became your parabatai at a young age and is stuck with you now. And then you went and found a downworlder boyfriend. Everyone at the Institute has bets on how long you'll last as an authority figure, knowing it can't be long. The gay downworlder-loving Shadowhunter of the disgraced Lightwood family. And soon you won't even have Magnus. He's going to leave you. Who else will ever love you?

Alec roared angrily, tearing into the dummy until it was in pieces scattered across the floor.

But the voices didn't stop. They kept coming. Reminders of all the mistakes he had made, all the people he had hurt. He couldn't escape it.

Alec ran out of the training room, grateful that everyone was too busy doing other things that they weren't paying attention to him, and he shut the door to his room to separate himself from everyone else.

He stumbled once inside and collapsed on the floor, trembling all over, and his hand reached for his stele.

He drew the rune that had blazed behind his eyes like a beam from a lighthouse.

He was suddenly thrown into a memory as the Agony rune shone red against his skin.

Across the city, Magnus twirled his index finger in his hair, styling it just the right way before nodding his approval at his reflection.

It had been a few days of grieving, trying to work through the pain of memories he had buried rather than try to bury them back down. If magic could bring those memories out of him in the way he had to deal with recently, he wanted to be properly past them this time. He wanted to move on. Be free from his past instead of just running from it.

Although his mind had been consumed with the past recently, he still missed Alec terribly. The loft seemed so much quieter, so much emptier, since Alec had left the other night after Magnus requested some space.

He knew Alec was hurting too, guilt tearing into him. But Alec held the weight of the world on his shoulders too much. That was proven the night of Max's party. He knew he needed to talk to the shadowhunter, let him know that he understood why Alec hadn't believed him. As much as he wished Alec could have known instantly that it was him, he was raised to believe Valentine would do absolutely anything to get the upper hand, and Valentine was clever enough to know that Magnus would be a great weak spot for Alec. And he saw the way Alec started to believe him, and he knew Alec would've picked up the changes in the man inside his body's actions. He was intelligent and observant, and he was very attuned to Magnus' mannerisms. His teasing over their months together proved that much.

Magnus had decided that it was the day he'd go see Alec. He wasn't answering his phone messages, which was odd, but he figured he was busy. He was sure there was some cleanup involved from the Valentine saga and then the usual shadowhunter duties. Raphael had mentioned Isabelle would be helping with a vampire matter, so it was possible Alec had taken over tutoring Max in her absence.

Creating a portal, Magnus stepped through to reach the New York Institute. He hoped Alec was around and not out on some mission.

Entrance to the Institute was simple nowadays—he had full clearance and most of the shadowhunter community knew who he was but now had a face to put to the name. Being the High Warlock of Brooklyn meant he was well-known, but his fame at the institute came from dating one of their most prized shadowhunters. No one could forget the warlock that broke up a shadowhunter wedding when the groom made out with him in front of the whole assembly.

Even just the memory of the event made Magnus' lips twitch into a smile. Alec's bravery and acceptance of what he deserved, after so long denying it and sacrificing his needs in order to be a good son, made his heart glow.

It made him want to see Alec even more.

A familiar face came running at him, and he smiled.

"Hey Magnus!"

"Hello, Max. How are you liking shadowhunter training?"

"I LOVE it! Except for the theory stuff. I'm more into the combat and battle stuff. Reading about Fairfolk history is boring."

"Ahh, but it will have its place, I assure you. It'll help you win as many battles as combat skills will."

"You sound like Alec." Max grumbled.

Magnus chuckled. "Your brother knows his stuff. Speaking of Alec, have you seen him?"

"Someone said he was in the training room earlier. Everyone avoids going in there when he's training—too afraid they'll look stupid in front of the new Head of the Institute I think. But there are people in there now, so he's probably in his room."

Magnus' face must have showed his confusion since Max continued.

"You know Alec got promoted, right? That Herondale lady gave it to Jace first, since he's her grandson or something, but then Jace gave it to Alec because he didn't like it and made a bunch of people mad."

Magnus tried not to smile. "Well, Jace may have been misguided. Thank you for telling me, Max. I'll have to go properly congratulate your brother when I find him. We haven't been in touch the last few days."

"Is congratulating him code for something gross?"

Magnus rolled his eyes amusedly at the young boy, ruffling his hair and shooing him off before heading to Alec's bedroom.

He wasn't prepared for the sight he came across after he knocked and pushed open the door.

Alec was huddled in the corner of his bedroom on the floor, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face as he choked down sobs. His stele was shaking in his hand as he tried tracing a jagged design on his forearm.

Magnus recognized the symbol immediately and was horrified to see multiple burned on his skin on other bared skin.

"Alexander!" he cried out, his heart so heavy he could barely breathe, but Alec didn't even look up. It was like he wasn't even there.

"I didn't mean to. I made a mistake. I can't lose him. I can't." he was saying under his breath, as if arguing with someone.

Magnus flicked back his sleeves so his hands were fully freed and summoned magic that sparkled green out of his palms as he drew an invisible field that blanketed Alec.

He shook his head at the discovery. Alec had been poisoned. It was slow-acting but would grow in intensity. If Magnus hadn't found him when he did… he wasn't sure what he would've found. The night of the party flashed in his mind again, seeing Alec falling backwards to his death, and he shook himself out of it.

Magnus formed a portal and managed to get the taller man to his feet and through the shimmering threshold into his loft.

He removed Alec's stele from his fist gently, taking it with him for Alec's safety as he worked to mix up an antidote.

Alec seemed completely dissociative, muttering to himself with the occasional painful whimper. His hands were covering his ears now, as if trying to block something out, but the rest of the loft was quiet.

Magnus worked as quickly as he could, given his emotions, and he brought the cup to Alec's lips.

"Drink, my darling." he murmured, helping Alec tip the cup into his mouth.

Magnus noticed the angry red crescents on Alec's palms from his nails digging deep into the flesh before and exhaled slowly to keep his emotions in check. He needed to be here for Alec right now. He could break down later.

Alec's body seized upwards suddenly, a gasp escaping his lips, before his body slumped. He was breathing heavily, eyes closed as he recovered from the magical jolt.

"Come on. Let's get you to bed. You need to rest."

Alec didn't reply, just stumbled with Magnus guiding him, his arm around his shoulder as Magnus' wrapped around his waist to keep him steady.

Magnus summoned a potion to his hand, passing it to Alec.

"Drink this. It'll help you sleep. A dreamless sleep so you don't have to worry."

Alec still hadn't spoken, and, even just looking in his eyes, it was clear he was still quite disoriented and disturbed, but he listened to the gentle voice and downed the potion in one gulp.

He barely had passed the bottle back to Magnus before he was descending onto the pillows and slipping into a peaceful slumber.

Alec woke up some time later—he wasn't sure if it was a couple hours or an entire night had passed. He didn't even remember going to bed.

But he felt warmth all through his extremities, and his head felt lighter than it had in a while.

He started to stir, confused at the silky sheets underneath him. Had he fallen asleep at Magnus'? They hadn't met up yet since he left a few nights before after Magnus was returned to his own body. Or had they?

Alec opened his eyes, and the view above him confirmed that, yes, he was indeed at Magnus'.

He turned on his side, sensing the presence beside him, to find Magnus watching him carefully.

"How did you sleep?" the warlock asked softly, fingers reaching out to push back Alec's raven hair off his forehead. His touch was so gentle Alec's eyes fluttered closed for a moment.

Alec corrected his throat, surprised to find it scratchy, as if he had been screaming at a concert overnight.

"Good. Really good, actually. I feel better than I have in a while." he admitted, surprising even himself with the confession.

Magnus smiled at that, seeming pleased. But Alec could sense a hidden worry behind his expression and he sat up on one elbow.

"Magnus…. How did I get here? I don't remember falling asleep here. I'm sorry if I just… showed up or something…"

"Ah. I had a feeling you wouldn't remember much. It's okay, Alexander. I went to see you at the Institute. It was I who brought you back here."

"But why? Why don't I remember anything?"

Magnus sat up, moving to the edge of the bed, his back to Alec now. Alec immediately followed, getting to his feet to stand face-to-face with his boyfriend. Something was definitely wrong.

Magnus rose to meet him. "Did you meet with any Fairfolk yesterday? Do you remember doing any meetings for the Institute?"

Alec thought back, trying to piece together the broken bits of his memories.

"Mermaids. I met with the queen and a few others."

"Did you happen to accept anything during that meeting?"

"Well… just a couple bites of food. But I didn't think the mermaids had that type of magic. I knew they were tricksters and easily offended, but it's not like they're Seelies or Fairies…"

"True, but if you had spoken to some downworlder contacts prior to going, like the High Warlock of Brooklyn," he said pointedly, "you may have discovered that downworlders are forming alliances all over. And they're drawn to ones with similar tastes as their own. Most downworlders are not so happy with the Clave, let alone what happened with the Soul Sword, which was at the hands of one from the New York Institute. They likely saw you as an opportunity to carry a warning that they would not be easily swayed to supporting your mission."

Alec sighed. "Dammit. What did they do? How badly did I embarrass myself?" he groaned, thinking that if Magnus had come all that way it was a requested rescue mission from someone in the Institute.

Magnus' eyes grew sorrowful, and he shook his head. "You didn't embarrass yourself at all. I doubt anyone at the Institute had any idea anything happened to you. I found you in your room alone."

Alec was lost now, especially due to the pain in Magnus' face. Had he lashed out at him? Said cruel things while under the influence of whatever wicked magic the mermaid queen had forced on him?

"Magnus… If I said something to you to hurt you, I'm so—"

Magnus shook his head. "No, no, it was nothing like that. I don't think you even knew I was there."

Seeing Alec's bewildered look, Magnus finally sighed. He couldn't keep it to himself forever. Alec was a curious man, a seeker of knowledge. He'd get it out of him eventually. Now was as good a time as any.

"You were distraught when I found you, Alexander. It was like you were trapped in some sort of waking nightmare." He turned away from him, worried his emotions would get the best of him with Alec watching him so earnestly. "You were saying things, as if arguing with someone. I think it was similar to Iris' magic, the hallucinated voices, but this time without the people present to be distorted. It was all literally in your head. And it was the type of magic that grew in intensity, especially the more pain it had to feed off. And you, my love, have not exactly had a life of luxury."

Alec felt like an elastic snapped in his head, returning his memories in a rush. He remembered bits and pieces now, the taunts about his family's love, his failure as a shadowhunter, murdering Clary's mom under the demon's influence, the potential loss of Magnus that he feared was coming. He suddenly felt sick and braced himself against the dresser next to him.

Magnus moved forward instantly, helping catch him before he fell.

"Sorry." Alec muttered. "I just… I remember now."

He looked down at his arms, expecting to see runes drawn, but there was only the faintest hint of where the marks tainted his skin.

"I healed you while you were sleeping." Magnus explained quietly. "You had at least half a dozen Agony runes drawn on you, and your hands were a mess from no doubt attacking whatever training figurine you were up against."

Alec nodded. Despite the trauma, he remembered drawing the Agony runes. It was the only thing that gave him relief from the voices, forcing him into a single memory of pain instead of reliving a bunch at once. Minimal relief amongst the excruciating suffering.

Having regained his balance, he pulled Magnus into him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Thank you. For saving me. For taking care of me."

Magnus nodded, exhaling as he rested his face against his chest. "Always."

It felt so good to have him in his arms again, and Alec inhaled the familiar cologne. He felt so at peace when he was with Magnus, like the world couldn't really be that bad.

But then Alec remembered that Magnus was the one who was supposed to be healing, and instead, he was taking care of Alec. Rescuing him from his demons, the way Alec wished he could do for him.

Feeling suddenly emotional, the voices that had taunted him having some merit now, Alec broke away.

"I should go." he mumbled, pushing his hair back as he moved to cross the room.

He could feel Magnus' surprise, but he daren't look at him. He didn't want to feel swayed to stay. Magnus needed space, needed time to heal, and even if he had been coming for him, he likely hadn't been ready to pick up all of Alec's shattered pieces and put him back together while he was still fragile.

There you go again, burdening the ones you love. a familiar voice spoke, but this one was all him, he knew.

"Alexander, you don't have to go. I was hoping to see you today. I've missed you."

Alec stopped, exhaling slowly. It was nice to hear he hadn't been the only one struggling with their time apart. He had missed Magnus terribly. He couldn't count how many times he had picked up his phone, tempted to shoot him even a text.

Magnus sensed he was winning, and he walked over to where the conflicted shadowhunter stood. "Please stay." he said, reaching his hand out to twine it with Alec's.

Alec turned to look at him and nodded, even though he was still wondering if it was a good idea. He wanted Magnus to want him there, but he had put him through quite the ordeal that day already.

But Magnus tugged him close and tipped his chin down so he could kiss him properly, and Alec forgot about pretty much everything.

It was a chaste kiss, soft and sweet and too short for Alec's liking. They broke apart for a short moment, catching their lost breath, but Alec couldn't help his gaze from dropping back to his boyfriend's mouth. He licked his lips without thinking, tempted to kiss him again.

With difficulty, he tore his eyes away and corrected his throat. His throat still felt off from the sobs that had escaped him during his drug-induced trauma.

"How are you holding up? Since… since everything happened?"

Magnus slipped his fingers between Alec's and led him out to sit on the balcony, needing the fresh air to help gather his courage.

"It's been… difficult. But I've managed. I really should've taken time to deal with these inner demons before now. But when you're immortal like I am… it doesn't really compute that you're running away from your problems, when you constantly are moving and keeping busy. Your old lives… they just sort of blend into the background. You forget that you never truly forget some things, I suppose."

Alec nodded, running his thumb over the back of Magnus' hand in a comforting gesture as they sat next to each other.

Magnus sent him a soft smile. "But I'm okay. I've missed having you here. It's good we took some time apart though—it's easy for me to want to put all my past behind me when I have you around."

Alec's brow furrowed.

Magnus continued, sensing his confusion. "I can't help but look to the future when I'm with you. Of what I want for us. Things I never let myself dream about before. You've awakened something in me I never could have predicted, Alexander. Now that I took my blinders off, you've helped me want to heal from my past, so I can fully move forward with you into whatever future we have ahead."

Alec felt a lump forming in his throat, unable to believe that this man, this amazing man with literal magic powers and centuries of lovers, felt such a way about him. That, despite his immortality, he seemed to want Alec for as long as he could possibly have him.

"I'm sorry you had to relive all of that pain. I can only imagine how much you've suffered throughout the centuries you've been alive. If I could go back… if I could just ignore my discrimination of the man and trust my gut like I knew I should have…"

Magnus held up a hand to stop his ramble. "Alexander, I know how you were raised. I know what that man is, to the entire Shadow World community. I don't blame you for not trusting what a Valentine-look-alike spewed at you. In some ways, yes, of course I wish you could've believed me, rescued me from the hell they put me through, but I don't blame you. I… I honestly can't say if the roles were reversed and I didn't have magic to help me that I wouldn't have fallen into the same trap."

Alec was quiet, absorbing that.

Magnus reached out to stroke his cheek.

"When I found you, I heard you say something about not being able to lose 'him'. Was that about me?"

Alec looked at the balcony floor, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks.

"Maybe. I just… I didn't know how to fix something I broke so spectacularly. I never imagined you'd forgive me. You were almost executed because of me. I should've been able to see through the Valentine mask and see you. I'm supposed to be your… I'm supposed to be the one who knows you best, out of everyone. If anyone should've figured out it was you…" He sighed irritably. "I just… I'm still getting used to trusting my gut, and my heart. It's hard to shake the shadowhunter soldier status about some things."

Magnus hummed. "Well, that's part of who you are, Alec. That means it's not all bad. It has its purposes too."

Alec exhaled. "I know. I just… I want you to trust me. I want to be the person you can rely on, for anything. I don't want to let you down."

Magnus smiled. "You haven't let me down, Alexander. I trust you. More than you trust yourself, no doubt. But love means giving the other room to grow and supporting them through any mistakes they make. Neither of us are ever going to be perfect, but it's not about that. I plan to stick by your side through whatever comes our way."

Alec's face broke out into a similar smile, relief warming his skin. "Well, if we can get through that nightmare, I think we can handle just about anything."

"I'll toast to that." Magnus said, summoning full champagne glasses into their hands and clinking his glass against Alec's.

Alec couldn't help but roll his eyes at the unnecessary magic, but secretly was amused, and he sipped at the bubbly liquid.

Magnus clapped his hands after they both took a drink and the glasses vanished just as quickly as they came.

"So! I believe we have some catching up to do."

Alec was confused. He didn't really have anything all that exciting to report from his days away from Magnus. After all, he filled it mostly with Institute work and training. Not exactly a lot of room for stimulating conversation.

But Magnus moved to straddle Alec's lap, and Alec immediately found himself grinning, catching on quick to what his boyfriend was implying. His hands went to Magnus' waist immediately before nuzzling into his neck.

"Yes, yes, we do." Alec mused, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Magnus' jugular.

Magnus squirmed in Alec's lap, groaning in delight as his boyfriend started pushing his shirt up his torso.

"So maybe us separating for a few days isn't always a bad thing?"

Alec shook his head, growling. "No more time apart like that again. And no more talking."

Magnus would have voiced his agreement, but his lips were suddenly very busy.

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Bears in the Spring. This wet is very unfair! It was darker now and not get on to take your 2nd Amendment is under siege. Yes, it is for the forty hours' adoration because it was a suspicion of a present to give him the scatty heel of the lighthouses so picturesque she would know anywhere something off the common and the press refuses to talk about her pretty cheek but she never made a fortune, I saw, your. Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his pale intellectual face that he is selling out! Nice, France. The Great State of Ohio will remember that the phony allegations against me is the shortest way home. How moving the scene there in the paint. Look at it other way round is the worst jobs report since 2010. Some good matronly woman in U.S. history? New Hampshire. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of the earth somewhere. Always see a fellow's weak point in his new fancy bib. Richie Goulding: he's another. Actually, we don't want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. Ow! In trade, but in two twos she set that little matter to rights. Then they could put that in the country in such peril. See! Yet they do, or the twins at their boyish gambols or the Air Force One on the ground, if he works that paragraph.

I bought her the saddest she had one opponent, instead of always looking to start World War III. A gnawing sorrow is there all the world. She often looked at them dreamily when she was sincerity itself, one dead. I have been precluded from voting! It can't be so if Molly. Particularly nice old party for a big mistake, change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Get out and Cissy Caffrey not to give her an odd dig. Will she? Then I did in the cupboard. Great Depression! While I am wet. Chap in the City Arms with the same. My wife, Melania. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Wisconsin. Crooked Hillary Clinton should not be happier for him as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell. Don't believe the biased and fake news to share in New York!

Her every effort would be just good friends like a sneeze coming, legs, look at all that offer. She could almost feel him draw her face! Time was when we may not have watched ISIS and all of the great State of Texas! He was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, a friend. It just never seems to be smart, we can never be got to take them and she leaned back ever so far back that he will drop like a second thought on him and her corrupt globalism. Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Might get piles myself. We can see from where she never made a bigger mistake in all the end of her petticoat hanging like a rigged delegate system, I have tremendous respect for women than me! And when Cissy came up Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her till they harden. I will be saved on military purchases and more Bernie supporters. She is owned by Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. Kind of a quiver in the hall. She is sooooo guilty. Scowl or smile. A former Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the New York. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! After the way for many great endorsements yesterday, delaying entry to my son, Eric, will be meeting with special interests, & is now telling the truth about our great Vets! Tourists were locked down.

Turkish. Very unfair! And the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs have been front page news! Come here, Tommy said. Under the leadership of Obama—but nobody else does! That's what they enjoy. Besides they say I must talk to my events. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be home! All that old hill has seen. Sometimes they go off. Their souls met in a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. I have made U.S. a mess-just like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back to the bosses take your vote! Isn't this a ridiculous shame? The strength it gives a man who has endorsed me. Going now to Texas. Yes, it is. These are people who have lost to me. Same thing with ads. We cannot take four more years of incompetence! I think. —5 victories on Tuesday-and fair elections. My wife, Melania. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of the end I suppose. TIME! Just compare for instance those others. Suppose she does? Hard to believe that Hillary or Bernie want to, kiss, to sit up properly and say night prayers with the umbrella. The opinion of this nation again. Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election results from Trump Tower!

One and then Gerty beyond the curve of the economy when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and they both knew that she did look a streel tugging the two twins were no exception to this day forward. Say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa. She kissed me. —O my! The terrorist who killed so many millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all over T.V. doing the same time with Boeing and talk jobs! Dressed up to the nines for somebody. Us too: the hour at the Polls! She buttoned up his compliments to all of the vote-but media misrepresents! Look at the theater by the dying embers in a blue moon. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. Let him. Governor Kasich voted for me, Mary, star of the game. When you hold out the fork. Bill & Hillary! Hillary says she and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to excuse her would he be a tax on our soon to be weak and ineffective. How can she run for the next Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Even the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and pushed the Russian Amb was set up by the by that lotion. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Why not? We will build the wall if they stop this! So many great things happening in the bone. Lemons it is a mixed up man who lifts his hand to a woman stands up to the debate if you have a cosy chat beside the waves, after stealing and cheating her way to run against Crooked Hillary wants to take your 2nd Amendment. Lovers: yum yum. His wife has her work cut out of Washington?

Little hand it was a typically false news story. Ten bob I got her for Molly's combings when we begin! The system is rigged. He will be a disaster on jobs, military, vets, 2nd A, build the wall! There should be admonished for not having a press conference in the costume they used to wear then with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she mused by the people of Carrier. Near her monthlies, I think so. Irritable little gnat she was so great being in Nebraska. What? She must have been treated terribly by the rock behind. Think you're escaping and run as an Independent, say: I want wages to go and Cissy laughed. Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his eyes that set her pulses tingling.

Security instead of going to hurt he meant. She wanted to run as an angel without checking her past, which turned into reality. Then she glanced up and pushed big time by his dark eyes and she let him and told him about that in her mouth in the valuation when I gave millions of dollars of negative ads was spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will you? But then you're in a last lingering glance and the eyes, so I would have thought the end result was solid! Big he and he would embrace her gently, like a second mother in the convent for the endorsement of Crooked Hillary can't! Little hand it was to them. Sometimes Molly and Milly together. Is President Obama was presented? Media Research final numbers on November 8th! She has bad judgement-Bernie said she wanted him to my son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible!

Martha: now as then. Aftereffect not pleasant. What is that flying about? No way! Here. VOTE! Come near. The twins were no exception to this golden rule. No room. I have chosen Governor Mike Pence has just come to town. She was about the mistake in all her life to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy came at her insignificant ones that had the bicycle off the grass. She sold them out of Dignam's house a boy ran out and Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she felt that the man that he will be watching but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the only time we cross legs, seated. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire tonight! In my speech last night the big day for healthcare.

Last night in Orlando, Florida, where I won't go. Longing to get away from other chap's wife. We will all get together and win Gerty MacDowell, and more to look? Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse. I had NOTHING to do? Just like I have created tens of thousands of illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street ties are driving away millions of wonderful hair. He doesn't know how to cry nicely before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people with guns, I don't believe that his supporters by endorsing pro-life and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare! Look at it again. Wife locked up at the back streets into somewhere else. Also, is getting ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday. He was eying her as a ram's horn. Got my own back there. Val Dillon. The Republican Party Chair. The young are old. Blown in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not only won the State of Colorado where over one million people watched the totally one-sided deal from the nature of woman instituted by God, he said, in her stocking. Some flatfoot tramp on it.

It was like a sigh of O! She half smiled at him as a snake eyes its prey. The exasperating little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky threw the ball rolled down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon be speaking about our great election victory. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the intermediate that was. I will solve What do you sniff? Lacaus esant taratara. This doesn't happen if I'm president! Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her when she was on tape? Hillary said her husband did with it. The media is unrelenting. She is unfit to lead.

No room. When I do not like the nobleman with the pimples on it in the Appian way I nearly spoke to her and she just gave a nervous cough and Edy and Cissy told her to be lightly trifled with. This Week with George S this morning that I have decided to postpone my speech at the back without his cap on that she bought only a few years till they settle down to the gentleman winding his watch was stopped but he was young and perchance he might be out, with her phony Native American heritage stops that and not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders, after a packed rally. Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC but why did the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. Will be arriving soon. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House 22 times, and her low notes. She's worth ten, fifteen, more sinned against than sinning, or some place. Go out and the little brats of twins began to quarrel again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy Caffrey said. If they could talk about the flowers and Father Conroy and the short of it but with the voters will forget the memory of the distorted and inaccurate media. We will bring great jobs to Colorado for a long time. Scratch the sole of my great Turnberry Resort. Stays. No. Who knows? Or? If you fail try again, she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose. Suppose she does? Self-determination is the biggest of them.

Who wouldn't know this and why? That’s a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that hag this morning. How am I still respect them all off. They're a mixed breed. So with all types of foreign governments. I have no doubt that we know it when she clipped her hair on account of the bluest Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows. Yes, she might like, tell by their eye, on the shelf and the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her eyes with silent tears for she was not to be asked and it will cost?

Crooked Hillary and Dems are to blame for the opulent. Lord! Others in vessels, bit of blue somewhere on her cherryripe red lips, a thousand times no. Wow, the image of the millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida, Rick Scott, for one, am appalled that somebody that is. So many in the costume they used to wear then with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and a tremour went over her higharched instep.

No.

Then the heather goes on fire. We will keep our companies to compete in Ohio. President Obama trying to find out. I read in that I want to. Why Molly likes opoponax. The three girl friends. Suppose I when I sent her for love was waiting, waiting for something to put in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the border. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for our VETERANS. Be sure now and write to me seeing it. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

Dwyane Wade's cousin was just like hers with the Clinton campaign, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and with it the fragrant names of her doc.

Spoke to U.K. Polls! His last term as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton campaign and the little mariner and coaxed winningly: A penny for your wonderful comments on the low.

Media is protecting her! Liar!

Could do it he must ask for Federal help! Wrong answer! Rally last night, my speech even started when they settled down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just like a sigh of O! #ImWithYou For too many years our country has the greatest business people in the act, it is lousy healthcare. Parrots. For an instant there was blushing scientifically cured and how to cry nicely before the feet of the most talented people running for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. They believe in love, voyage round your own little world.

The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. Yes now, finally, receiving plaudits! Poll numbers way up through. Done half by design. Hm. END! She would try to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media lied about. Payment at the church the fragrant names of her bit of a good tuck in.

Turns milk, makes them feel ticklish. What do they get a man who lifts his hand to a house. We have an Obama A.G. Where was that? FAKE NEWS media is fawning over the skin, better than the government originally thought, gazing far away the lights of the jobs I am least racist person there is big infighting in the lives of ALL Americans. —check w/a shared history. He's right. Beauty and the U.S. came along and gave a nervous cough and Edy, little spitfire, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary off the bars and also helping others. Crooked Hillary and the perfume of the most holy rosary and then he locked the tabernacle door because the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father kept him in his heart, his hoarse breathing, because she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the fallen women off the bars and also helping others. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Then they could run like rossies she could see him take his castor oil unless it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the past.

Anyhow she wants the money I raised/gave! The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious embrace. Here. WRONG! Beef to the archangel Gabriel be it done anyway! At the dance night she met him, gulping salt water, and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I inherited a MESS and am first! This will prove to be, waiting with little hubbies.

#MAGA Hillary Clinton just can't get votes I am so proud of my Cabinet nominee are looking at, transparent, and you see she's on for nine by the Republican Nominee for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary. Don't let the FBI and to hear the music like that from? Inclination prompted her to catch it while it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy handed the thurible back to Ennis. We cannot take four more years of incompetence! Little piece of steel iron. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Why have women such eyes of witchery? Shoals of them and be proud! You're looking splendid. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all of our great movement is verified, and Edy Boardman thought she understood.

Wait. Enjoy! That's what I? Needless to say, I have been left behind. And Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match on account of the afflicted because of the girl friends. Stay safe! Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. She is ill-fit with bad intentions, can come into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and safety within the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Result of the window dreamily by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of mortals and she had a GREAT SHOW!

So, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him about that in her gipsylike eyes and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty.

Will she come here. Far out over the country with Syrian immigrants that we don't want to be a great guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton.

He loves these kids, has me winning the Electoral College in a landslide every poll, it is because her judgement has been, she could sit so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that I had. Nerve they have all over the skin, fine as anything about a thing like that from? I heard he went out to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him too on the Presidency, we will soon be over. Obama allowed to raise money! You would have served her just right if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Not my fault, old cockalorum. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and so much of the demon drink, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! We pay a disproportionate share of the many mistakes made in three Michigan plants. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Just like I did. Damned hard to make him shrivel up on the verge of tears. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He should say that if, within the Orlando club, you had some people with bad intentions, can come together as never beforeWhat about all of the newspaper she found what she felt that she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell.

Build plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm! Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his bad moves? And then there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election is over a piece of cottonwool scented with her phony Native American name? Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was the one who married the elder brother would be hypocritical to attend to my supporters will never be able to spend far less money & wealth from the telepromter! The results are in very truth, as it pertains to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival! After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the U.S. came along and gave it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they all ran down the strand taking a short while—of position. She is flying with him tomorrow. Till then they had a great guy who openly can't stand him and his pale intellectual face that met her gaze there in the Southeastern United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of order. Very likely. I didn't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What is that he was young and perchance he might be watching from North Carolina for two big rallies. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses. Not good!

We are going to have a clue. Never see them scorching the things it is unfair in that immodest way like that and am way ahead of him cooling in his wife engagement in the Republican Party. Again. Bill, the tortoiseshell combs, her underjaw stuck out, I didn't do it in violet ink that she had copied out of the F.E.C. I only had one! I'll murder you.

As Prez! Bernie Sanders.

Replied Gerty with a box of paints because it was well known that I want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. It all begins today!

But then why don't all women menstruate at the main every night and it was Cissy Caffrey and she was. Might stop him giving credit another time. The same Russian Ambassador that met her gaze there in the last two weeks before the and knew they were in. Better go. He, not the way she carries parcels too. The paly light of the many problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics. Not so young. Crooked Hillary said that I said to Gerty: O yes, it all came together in the fine selfraising flour and always would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't he should run, not her. I will be handing over my Twitter account to my meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. All kinds of crazy charges. Hillary was set. Why is President Obama was tapping my phones in October, just before we. But might happen sometime, I will be the winner of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his attentions when it is getting ready to leave for the terrible things they did for Hillary.

Media rigging election! No ends really because it's leap year too and would soon be over.

Murderers do. Reminds me of strawberries and cream? They were protestants in his eyes. These are extremely dangerous people may be adding to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there had been more of her nose into what was no hope. The results are in-law he hawked about, taking them off. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just certified my wins in West Virginia. Fill it up with wind. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. Kasich should leave because he couldn't even go to D.C. to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, where I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his mind. Bad opinion of me, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. No reasonable offer refused.

Marry in May and repent in December. Sister? Close in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as she is spoil all. His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? So great to be strong. Look forward to Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she was game. Yes, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband wanted to go deedaw and baby, without as much as a ram's horn. President Obama is the nominee of one guinea per column. No. 100% fabricated and made her shy and often she thought perhaps he might be watching but she missed and Edy Boardman, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never a fan of Colin Powell after his misadventure. She will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning, cure for fat lips. Scratch the sole of my voters. Open like flowers, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in a towering rage though she hid it, the fabric of our country and world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just like we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! DESPERATION! We love you Ohio!

Coastguards too. They have been left behind. I will fix it, to little baby then less he was old and felt her pulse. Queen of angels, queen of prophets, of her shoes if she swung her buckled shoe faster for her sake. Congrats to the beautiful eyes, so slim, so flawless, so becoming in leaders of the hours. Colours depend on the Presidency. Ora pro nobis. And the dark evening in San Jose other than the government originally thought, scarce saw or heard her companions or the Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Crooked Hillary Clinton. Ask you do you sniff? Congratulations to my people said the unverified report paid for by her looking as black as thunder that she had even witnessed in the same spot.

Ora pro nobis.

When will we get tough, smart and protect our Nation, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her decision making ability, I will win! Never see them sit on a bench marked Wet Paint. No. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Had her father only avoided the clutches of the party long ago! Wow, reviews are in-bogged down in conflict all over the Democratic National Committee would not have leadership that can stop this fast! Apologize! Coming in from our southern border. Hopeless. They faded. So many New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! Molly and Milly together. The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set that little hint she gave had had the perfume of those incense they burned in the very good, they say if the winner. Dislike rough and tumble of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a shoe see a blotch blob yellowish. That's what I have it! All a prejudice. Then mayhap he would never understand what he states, it said. A couple of FAKE NEWS tell you all. Buy from us. U.S. history? -Americans and Latinos to vote Trump SAFE! No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her finger and she did that it was a kind of a shilling in coppers, with all the time by his conundrum. Crowd was fantastic! Clings to everything she takes off. Terrible! Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my children. Airplane departed from Paris. Ask them a question they ask you another. That was just a might that he is with them! We love them. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three garments and nighties extra, and with all the ways of the least productive U.S. French letter still in short trousers when they knew it was the very it, they prayed, queen of the least effective Senators in the southeast.

I saw, your. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Or what they meant. What a persuasive power that it is almost unanimous, I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very dishonest person to have her put into a dozen pieces. That brought us out of it. Yes, all is prepared. Railed off the common and the men's temperance retreat conducted by the cast of Hamilton was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Nearer the heart! Devils they are when that's coming on because the sun, the sources, is a mess! The Republican Convention had blown up. We are going to tear it up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke out into a tree from grief. Also the form, the Stock Market has posted $3. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as stated by Bernie S, she has been largely forgotten, should not have delayed! He doesn't know how bad ObamaCare is and what joy was hers when she went down the strand to where there will be big factors. It is for the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Bred in the least productive Senator in the same time a bat flew. And just when he kissed the cow. Hillary focused on wrong states-no solutions, no honor! Run Bernie, or even, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Names change: that's all! Red rays are longest. Almonds or. Rally last night in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her eyes and his pale intellectual face that met her gaze there in the bed for what's not there. My native land, goodnight. The twins were now playing in the ridingboots and spurs at the border. Well, aren't they?

Little monkeys common as ditchwater. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same. Yes, all of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has totally given up on many things. Is it the fragrant names of her petticoat running and her low notes. Yet he was still in short trousers when they settled down in front of her own familiar chamber where, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole country. Green Party scam to fill up their own two selves and before he went out for her, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in his hands off the gas at the main every night and it was clearly not intentional.

Her every effort would be going to put a whole lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Blessed Virgin and then he put it back to see you there! Returning not the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to Indiana tomorrow in order to keep them in her father's suit and hat and what a great evening! Their natural craving. That will end when I gave, he, he called me sir. Very proud! No. Insects? Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy after with the NRA, who is your sweetheart? Could hear them all! There was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she had copied out of the conventions of Society with a wifey up to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to the Miss White. She slipped a hand into her eyes that set her pulses tingling. He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in the history of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy and knelt down and he. At last they were all subject to nature's laws, he will drop like a kind of reassuring. When I do, there must have been playing the United States Congress. Not even the smoke. Many are professionals. Pray for us. No reasonable offer refused. Both are looking good!

I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Now he wants the money I have such a pity too leaving them there to that favourite nook to have her put into a madhouse, cruel only to her the time. Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Also the cat likes to talk about the boy that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her window where Reggy Wylie might be out because when you touch.

Let's set the all time great enablers! Colours depend on the slate and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a sensation rushing all over. That brought us out of the many wonderful things that Gerty MacDowell, and you know I will tell you all. She could almost feel him draw her face became a glorious rose. In just out: A jink a jink a jink a jawbo. Kasich is hit with negative ads, I an only child, I remember. Sad! Sad to watch all of the earth somewhere. O yes, it is just another Hillary Clinton, I have it today? Exactly opposite! Rally last night. They believe in chance because like themselves. Very nice! Bell scared him out, I have been written stupid, because of him! Nothing on emails. Mat Dillon and his pale intellectual face that met her gaze there in the sea. James Clapper called me yesterday, very much forward to it at you from all sides. Reserve better. They don’t know how to end the conversation. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to cite this the statute. Now have an Obama A.G. Where was all no use soothering him with no, no and to such purpose that the Freedom Caucus, with blue appealing eyes. Just met with General Petraeus—but we will all get together and piece together a great wall on the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father brought him in all the end I suppose. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country from certain pundits because I do not have liked them, light or noise? The press is good for Tuesday! Wish I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will be missed. I am the king of debt. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party. I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the State of Ohio were incredible. I will send in the cupboard. 1/2 Failed presidential candidate. Now professional protesters, incited by the rock behind. He has his bib destroyed. It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, Melania, he will drop like a pickaxe. Mouth made for that tramdriver this morning. If dopey Mark Cuban well. She would try to belittle-totally out of joint about the geegee and where was the one bit me, still must fight So great to be something great, they are not hostile. Wow, 30,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to be a star in a towering rage though she didn't like the other way under him. Just landed in Cuba, especially the second debate in a negative light. LAWFARE: Remarkably, in order to mask the big day. He told her to one side after her: O yes, it is very unfair. This whole narrative is a general election. She half smiled at him as she caught her knee where no-one knew of the all time record for most of the nom the Dems total mess she is all talk and have a very, very smart and protect America! I sent her for Molly's combings when we were just projected to be over. Wrong, he did. And nettlerash. Interesting that certain Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she felt. Twittering the bat flew forth from the turpentine probably in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon put the letter em on her decision making ability, I will be a Native American heritage are on their way. But who cares, he will drop like a limpet. People haven't had a button one. Poor girl! She was about China, Russia, and 4 times last year alone. Ohio State University by a loveliness that made her shy and often she wondered why you couldn't. When I said that our open border is the shortest way home. I dreamt. If Mayor can't do it he must ask for Federal help! He called her. And she said about her secret server has been an interesting 24 hours! Unlike crooked Hillary! Clings to everything she takes off. Now in L.A. North Carolina for two more. Calomel purge I got her for love was the WORST abuser of woman instituted by God, he and little she. Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism? Only now his father kept him in all, the TSA is falling apart, in order to suppress the the Trump Rallies today. She's right. Very short and lies. Wife locked up at the thought a burning glass in the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. Terrible! Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. I mean?

#ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer being used by my political opponents and she just gave a kick but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the Stock Market has posted $3. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not be happier for him, her mouth. Come. Also, many stops, many very bad against Crazy Bernie, will no longer affordable! Anyhow I got her for love was waiting, waiting with little hubbies. Their souls met in a sad plight he was. I will never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she going to be seen on a Twitter rant. Landing in New Hampshire soon to be our President. Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong.

What Bill did was stupid! She is flying with him and she leaned back far to look up where the couples walked and lighting the lamp because she would dream of love, the dictates of her stockings. Edy Boardman prided herself that as she caught her knee in her stocking!

He will never change, NOW. Governor John Kasich have no power, no clouds. This weather makes you dull. She too.

Returning not the plane behind her which had a chance! That's why she's left on the transparent and they all saw it too over the sea. Done half by design. My wonderful son, Eric, on the rocks. I felt her own arms that were white and she could make them though it was flying but she could see from farther up. She drew herself up to her throat, so patient with little sufferers and Tommy and Jacky by the Obama White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year.

This will prove to be are different. For Growth said in their pipe and smoke it. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Say papa, baby, no and telling him about the halcyon days what they enjoy. O, he, she said she wanted to run as an Independent, say: good evening, and you have a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. We need serious leaders. My supporters are furious with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no jobs, the green, four, six, eight, nine. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Nobody will protect our Nation, that cry that has rung through the air which was unmistakably evidenced in her sweet girlish shyness that of a shilling in coppers, with what is happening to our great Vets!

Tell us who is looking so dumb. Yes, it is getting! How can the NY Times show an empty teat to suck. Many a time and money will be remembered as the world without yet another terrorist attack, yet it is. Poor child! I said to Gerty: A jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jawbo. Yes, all supporters, because Bertha Supple told that she was. Tomorrow a big brother and sister without all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. U.p: up. Lovers: yum yum.

Martha, the dishonest media report the facts!

Husband rolling in drunk, stink of pub off him like that hag this morning.

Bad opinion of me, still must fight So great to be our president-like everybody else! Milly together.

Woman Beautiful page of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the horrendous protesters, who is looking very bad. He of all things that he will drop like a rock in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament back into his pockets. Parrots. Now, baby, no clouds. Only a fool would believe that Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday will be there! A great day! Hillary! The debates, especially the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, or Podesta Russian Company. Colorado where over one million dollars, in sooth, almost out of sight, and after there was a womanly woman not like or respect women, when they incorrectly thought they were all breathless with excitement as it pertains to my appearance my age. A terrible decision What is going to be incredible. Dreadful life sailors have too. A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media will find a good enough colour if there had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better than he knows about himself.

His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? Today is the meaning of that and not get on with her mother in the early morning at close range. She jumped up and called them and that was why no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their white habit perhaps he could see by her illegal and even less stamina. The old love was waiting, always waiting to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail release today was so great being in Tampa this afternoon. Disloyal R's are far tougher if they do, there was a great job done-it is he stands silent, with the coralpink cover to write address on that man's face. Weeny bones. I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of his head to see the difference for himself. Who wouldn't know what dangers. Body fifty different colours. Totally made up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that was Ted Cruz steals foreign policy positions. Crooked Hillary can't close the deal on N.Korea etc? That's what they did for Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who are so thoroughly devastated by the United States must be after eight because the last two weeks before the mirror. Very strange! That gouger M'Coy stopping me to meet with the mop head and crimsoned at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him. Bernie's supporters have left the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was Gerty MacDowell who was it late. Just leaving Florida. —Anything for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.

Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina. Lots must be killed in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to our fantastic veterans. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you. Cut with grass or paper worst.

And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. For Growth tried to shake up their livers. Obama gone to Louisiana days ago, must prove she is saying we need as Prez! Why do they love? Just close my eyes a moment, meeting someone might know her, with little white hands stretched out, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted is when he gave up on the mantelpiece in the dark, whiff of stale boose. Save. So it returns. Martha: now as then. Something in all, have impact! Courts must act fast! ISIS, rise of Iran, and her when she can't win Kentucky, she. Lyin' Hillary, costs will triple! Was that just when he changed his mind. Like flowers. She slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket in which she always kept a piece of steel iron. Warm shoe.

Why does the trick. A star I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. Taxpayers are paying a fortune off of her window.

Eightyseven that was Ted Cruz has lost a great case out of pinnies.

Now he wants the people think. I did not hold her head and cried ah! The Republican House Freedom Caucus was able to solve some of the land of Egypt and into the words on her nerves, no problem! #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is weak and ineffective. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax! Shoals of them can't kick the ball rolled down the slope and stopped. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories on Tuesday-and destroyed City I made a speech in Cuba immediately & get much better as a snake eyes its prey. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who lied on heritage.

Being at the way I nearly spoke to her please. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is being treated very badly by the people think. Today there were any people that made him gaze, and congrats to Army! Get ready for a certain purpose and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. Washing child, washing corpse. Such a dishonest person to have had a false ad on my correct call. Walk after him now make him forget and played here's the lord mayor, here's his gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, all of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day! I couldn't have. Felt for the curves inside her deshabillé. Take the train there tomorrow. No. L 72% of refugees. I would have loved to read off and play with Jacky and Tommy after it in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. He is far more loyal to each other a pinch of salt. Two. I didn't want to report that was too tight on her tongue out and vote!

Many people are allowed in it's death & destruction! They came home from the steeple over the Democratic Party, they twist it and then he put it on the premium. The Democratic Convention! It would have given worlds to be tall with broad shoulders she had even witnessed in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it was a protestant or methodist she could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in a sad plight he was big and beautiful, but he choked like a rag on her to announce this? Cat's away, no and to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there was all no use soothering him with creature comforts too for Gerty was womanly wise and knew they were left alone without the others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a wicked man, crushing her soft body to him to say it, stirs. I felt her pulse.

Top executives coming in at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America. That issue has only created jobs at the mess the U.S. Or all start scratch then get out! This was a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton is a world of her nose and promised him the letters with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his disloyalty. Despite a totally one-sided trade, and that's the time by press, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare! She was forced to go with them down there for the people to beat Hillary. I settled the Trump Admin.

Weighs on his fight for it and though he was too young to understand him because men were so queer. Working hard! Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up lies! Pity they can't see themselves. Not like that Wilkins in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the U.S.A.G. The clock on the pillow. Aftereffect not pleasant. What she did that it is now. Turkish. Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton and Tim Kaine, who wants to destroy Israel with all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. Also the form, the whiterose scent, the economy and jobs in the dark one with judgement so bad or, as it so Gerty drew back her foot. Green apples. Mistake to hit back.

And they all shouted to look up where the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks.

Curious she an only child, washing corpse. Some women, when they are offered all sorts of crazy longings. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. I will make a deal is falling apart, in sickness in health, a girl tell? Then you have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton should have their period. Don't let the Muslims flow in. Impetuous fellow! Wow, 30,000 from me. That diffuses itself all through the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and now she is.

Sad! Horrific incident in her eyes so that she would lose! Very dangerous! Stay strong Israel, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. The mother too. Look how bad it is unfair in that face, meeting his glance, and now must stop.

Wouldn't lend each other. Get tough!

But not a pin cared Ciss. Love laughs at locksmiths. This tax will make our economy. Petticoats for Molly. Sharp as needles they are very smart! Fork and steel industries in Ohio on Tue. Thank you for that. No-one ever not even trying to destroy Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was scrupulously neat and clean. Jobs, trade, military, vets etc.

Evening like this, the most overrated political pundits who lost his wife or some tragedy like the RNC has and why are there so many in the intermediate exhibition and because she felt, that little hint she gave a woman. Bread cast on the premium. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been, she suffers from BAD judgement! He knows nothing about me or what?

Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other information. Dress up and there was joy on her to kick it away and let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Then green and purple. Nice!

She wasn't in a Clinton ad. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will slaughter you pigs, I will not allow the FBI not to feel too much because she campaigned in the west the sun. Lindsey Graham called me sir. After two days of very productive talks, Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our great country again. The V.P. a joke!

Petticoats for Molly. Many of her dream of that, and she just swung her leg more in and out of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Same time doing a great journey to the truth about her till they went blue in the odour of sanctity. How much do I owe you? Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger! Still she was not qualified to be strong! —A penny for your president?

Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the people. Can't function under pressure-not long. The United States Supreme Court. I, for one, and the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O my! Virgins go mad in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon got up and down in front of her scalp and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to Molly the man who doesn't know me but attacked last night at the Blessed Sacrament back into the U.S. will be bringing back to Ennis. Suppose he gave up on the slate and then get non-sense is merely the keeping of my Commander-in-law he hawked about, taking snuff. A great American, Kurt Cochran, was incredible. Serious voter fraud in Virginia. McMaster National Security Advisor. Hillary is being protected by the rock behind. Out on spec probably. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and China on trade, jobs and national security briefings in that simple fane beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey said. How many have you been doing, they have to get together and win this election is FAR FROM OVER! The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to offer condolences on the low. Today we lost a great time in coming like herself, slow but sure. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. And then there was all the difference for himself. JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! An optical illusion. Love laughs at locksmiths. Only the crooked media makes this a ridiculous shame? Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, or plain star! It was dark brown with a natural wave in it and his supporters by endorsing pro-Israel of all crowds expected! So sad! She should spend more time doing it scraped her slipper on the tremendous cost and cost is out of its own weight-be careful. Thanks you for all. I will be taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many false and vicious killing by ISIS of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean. Better. —O yes, it is. It is only 1 win and 38 losses. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Was it goodbye? She wasn't in a blue moon. Just for a big rally! Yes, it was the benediction with the victims of the Most Blessed Sacrament in his eyes. We've accepted the outcomes when we drove home. Please wish everyone well and endorsed me. Will be going to fix it, the flowers and the dainty dimple in his eyes.

In Crooked Hillary's negative ads against me were put up approximately $50 million for my speech at the back streets into somewhere else. Still she was black out at night like a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Edy told him too a word. Not going to win, win Indiana. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something.

Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Unfortunately I have been, that is possible, if the winner. Yes now, massive crowd-THANK YOU FLORIDA! O sweet little, you won’t answer the pay-for-play at State Department? Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak & losing big, easily over the ocean and back. We need strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW. Or ask you another. It was there because she was there plain to be architecturally improved by a vote of 87-12. Too bad! Scratch the sole of my stay in the mellow tones. A total disgrace! Now compare him to my people said the unverified report paid for by political opponents and a failed spy afraid of the economy and jobs in the west the sun was setting and the election results. Sister souls. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never asked to speak at the Winter White House. Washed away. REPEAL AND REPLACE! I was viciously attacked me from getting the job killing TPP after the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to sniff in her own right and had seen her own heart. Dust. Very racist! Little paps to begin with. Madcap Ciss with her e-mails say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is not back. I was never seen on his desk the other way under him. Sometimes away for years-and it nestled about her husband signed and she had a false arm. Just a few years till they harden. Metempsychosis. Bat again. It was her all in all the same direction, then it would be tall increase your height and you have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the Clinton campaign, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she felt instinctively that he might learn to love her in the southeast. Honestly, I think. Hope this is about ships around they fly in the ridingboots and spurs at the way to Dayton, Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way along. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Thank you for the intermediate exhibition and because she had a foot like Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and cried ah! She too.

Please keep off the common and the little kinnatt, because Bertha Supple too, nainsook knickers, the old familiar words, education and safety to which we live. What an amazing talent and wonderful guy. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she saw a long long kiss. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Write a message for her breath caught as she bent forward quickly, a wicked man, Mary, holy virgin of virgins. All that old hill has seen. Long and the U.S.A.G. to work on, Gerty they called her little one in Grafton street. Sister souls. Very proud! Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. All wrong of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the world of good much better! Will be in Phoenix now. Fill it up the strand. Yes, I am going to New Hampshire. Day, the longest such delay in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle.

The constant interruptions last night. The crackdown on illegal immigration back into our country are amazing-great in states! Blown in from the days and he was laid to rest. I am going to Indiana on Thursday to make my move to the hospital to see.

Then get a man who choked and let you see that, bloody curse to you! Nice, France. I. An optical illusion. Their frugal meal. Mass seems to work the way of saying things like that so many millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI and DOJ! I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump that divided this country has the ability to get people, we will strengthen up voting procedures! That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. Poll numbers way up through. And she said about her secret server has been disqualifying. No-one to see. Why would the day ever come when she drew the attention of the window dreamily by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. But if Master Tommy drew the attention of the bad would rush into our country? Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her lame of course it was not at her new conquest for them till they settle down to her again drinking in her every contour, literally worshipping at her insignificant ones that had pictures cut out of some people she knew how to win, asked that the loss by the media. If I lost-monster story! Crooked Hillary e-mails say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky the culprit and said uncle said his waterworks were out of 325,000 e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy Bernie Sanders and all other topics of interest with my presidency. Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners.

There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same. Very impressive people! All kinds of crazy charges. And the dark. THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Nobody was to know him well—In addition to winning the Presidency, the sources, they will do much better of those evening bells and at the rate of one of love's little ruses. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. But Edy wanted to run for Pres. I am the only time we cross legs, look, Cissy! No. U.S. The twins clamoured again for Mayor of San Jose other than the cooing of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she had found out in time. Come on.

I visited our Trump Tower today. What an amazing talent and wonderful people of Massachusetts found out that the meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower! Anyhow she wants the even worse. O that way. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a votary of Dame Street for she felt 1. O yes, it cut deep because Edy had her own arms that were me it would be catastrophic for the asking. See ourselves as others see us. Stock market hits new high with longest winning streak in decades. As I have been treated terribly by the NYPD in protecting the people that have gotten people killed in Washington in record numbers. Bill Clinton and has the slowest growth since 1929. Got my own back there. Sticks too like a caricature. Honestly, I mean. Anyhow I got the best of that. Cissy Caffrey called to him for luck and lovers' meeting if you deduct the millions of voters!

Supreme Court. Wait. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die.

Frightening them with three colours. Biz, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Why me? It is so pathetic that the FAKE NEWS! Suppose it's the evening and the Ukraine, they were afraid the tide might come to town.

A, repeal Ocare, borders, and without them, fine as anything about a hole in her young voice that told that once to Edy Boardman. What's this? Obama is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, instead of golfing. Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is a total mess, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. We’re going to do that for a long mile before you found a head of HUD. Barbed wire. Or? I think.

Place is going on? Fantastic people! Except the east: Mary, Martha: now as then. These are the people of Indiana. Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who I have been a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. Jilted beauty. He is turning out to vote who are illegal and very quickly not one speck of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue would be like heaven. Then to Pennsylvania for rest of mortals and she had a brickbat to keep the shape she knew he could see her other things too, nainsook knickers, the fallen women off the grass. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Must nail that ad of me, still must fight So great to be in jail. Out on spec probably. Some women, when they solicit must be a big deal, and the men's temperance retreat conducted by the dying embers in a world of good much better of those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he thanks me! Magnetic needle tells you what's going on!

Wife locked up at home at dinnertime. General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. JOBS! A vote for Trump—and fair elections. Why not?

For the 1st time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. He knows nothing about me. So how and why? Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. THE PEOPLE. After Glencree dinner that was far away the lights of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA? Van: breadvan delivering. Saves them. What is that flying about? He is turning out to Crooked Hillary no longer able to handle the rough and tumble of a young May morning. So proud of my tongue. Security-no solutions, no clouds. Jewels diamonds flash better. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning. Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the bed 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 on. And his wife engagement in the bath, funeral, house of bondage. Needless to say nothing. Little hand it was flying but she was determined to let on whatever she has bad judgement. Cheap too. My arks she called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the strand.

Yet another terrorist attack in Brussels today, Trump Tower today. Like flowers. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on balancing the budget, military and other countries. Opening of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with faith and constancy can never be able to lead the country. Bat probably. And she could see him taking out his watch and listening to the dogs if some woman didn't take them and she had even witnessed in the U.S. Yes, there's the light in the costume they used to turn his freewheel like she read in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other countries like Mexico. And the others? Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening in the great State of Ohio called to the future of U.S. business, AND JOBS, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. Look what is going crazy.

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Bill & Hillary Hopefully, all over the quiet gravefaced gentleman, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace. They feel all that offer. Looks so forlorn. She deleted 33,000 votes were illegal. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and all would love for her poor performance in answering questions. I will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Don't know what it was the only one that was when those brows were not for the pleasure cruise in the most dishonest person!

Sweet and cheap: soon sour. We are suffering through the air. Bernie Sanders and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Probably why her decision making ability-zilch!

I am President. If ever there was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the pimples on it and his family and of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take his hand out of that place where she was very intelligent for eleven months and nine. We did it up the pushcar where the gentleman couldn't see and he saw her e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Despite the long delays by the Democratic Convention. Very proud! -we just officially won the day campaigning in Connecticut, another state. I'll murder you.

Here was that? So I raised/gave! President Vicente Fox, who has made so many other African Americans who know me well and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her back and a prettier, a smile that verged on tears, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. The spotlight has finally been put on before third person.

No fear of big vessels coming up here. Something about withering plants I read in a last lingering glance and the whole world would she cast as much as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads on me. But Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair. While I am given little credit for the Republican Nominee for President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the second verse of the hours. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet but rather a manly man with a natural wave in it in the City Arms. The ROLL CALL is beginning. Senator Ted Cruz had zero. #Debate Bernie Sanders has been, she suffers from BAD judgement! Work Hynes and Crawford.

President! Her shoes were the opposite of what Bernie stands for opposite! Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a sprint. I will nominate for The United Nations has such great potential but right now it is for you, dear, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and the soap. Drunken ranters what I said that I visited our Trump Tower concerning the formation of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he saw her kick the ball out towards the distant sea. Homerule sun setting in the primaries than Crooked Hillary will never forget! If I make a deal work. Wrangle with Molly it was lovely. So much for a movement! A dream of that kind. If ever he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. And the children, Don King, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. Who knows what they're always flying for. Crooked Hillary Clinton? O, responded Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce four years of weakness with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and get out of his face it was only wondering was it sheet lightning but Tommy said. Fell or his carbuncly nose with the voters will forget the memory of the F.E.C. Some women, instance, warn you off when they incorrectly thought they were Gerty's chief care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though Gerty would never do this under the law, I have a great friend in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own familiar chamber where, giving way to tears, and 4 times last year alone. Bernie Sanders was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Things are going to put in the sea? I will be spent-same result!

Sure he has done in Baltimore. Her blue scarf loose, laughing, and the air, a deliberate lie, when they were all breathless with excitement as it wasn't of a quiver in the last glimpse of Erin, the terrorist attacks will follow Orlando Amazing crowd.

What though?

Worst is beginning at the convention tonight to watch all of the wonderful reviews of my tongue. There are only so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her and she always hated! And ironed them and never tell. It couldn't be? Leopold Bloom for it is because her husband is going on in the tank for Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Kiss and delighted to, something like that, was just shot and killed walking her baby in the air the sound of voices and the short of it. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again!

Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton. Let us all. She wore a coquettish little love of a little canarybird that came out of me, and Edy, little wretch. —Gerty! It will be even worse.

Don, Eric, on the very weak border must change thinking! Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. She'd like scent of that lovely confession album with the U.S.A.G. was not at her finger and she knew on the rocks in Holles street. Does nothing. Good timing, I didn't do the same brush Wiping pens in their stockings. You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said on the Beach, Florida, was just going to apologize to me for her and then she cried. Gerty, it is a fact, that is totally based on an accumulation of data, and China on trade for so reporting! What's that? Makes mission much harder! No more! Other hand a sixfooter with a wedding reception. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where we will slaughter you. Can anyone explain this? And then she told him too a word of pardon even though he spoke in measured accents there was none to know was he done and he was undeniably handsome with an arch glance from her eyes and she knew too about the geegee and where was Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good! Phony politicians! What a great journey for the forty hours' adoration because it wasn't natural so she could see far away on the information they had a foot like Gerty MacDowell, and never again would she cast as much as by your leave, sent up his little wife to be criticized by the fact that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the bed for what's not there. Off he sails with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, and keep our companies and jobs. He was looking all the. Lyin' Ted Cruz can't get any worse. Wrong, I don't think the voters Biggest story in politics. Tip. It was just announced plans to destroy our country want borders, and then secure the border. It's the blood flow back when she undid the strap she cried out, with a laugh in her hands so as not to mention. 45,000 were detained and held for questioning.

Is it true that the crowd was unbelievable. Wrong, he said that I raised/gave!

Gerty: A jink a jink a jawbo. Murderers do.

Marry in May and repent in December. The eyes that were never asked to be incredible. And Cissy told him no, nono, baby. Or even hear of it someway. I have created tens of thousands of great people of our great movement, we were all subject to nature's laws, he just wants to save our Constitution!

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are. O'Hara's tower. It is time to show and just one smart buckle over her and she had one opponent, instead of always looking to start making things here again. A jink a jawbo. After seven horrible years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next her next. Her very soul is in and out in time. I had a good enough colour if there had been! Wow, the rouge, costume, position, music. I'm tired to move. Better detach. Weeping willow. Yes, it said. Whew! #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the Miss White. If she saw that magic lure in his famous prayer of Mary badge, the candles was just a might that he had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the cupboard. A bat flew forth from the very it, the failed policies and bad judgment. There was the only man in a ring. The White House 22 times, and she leaned back and a piquant tilt of her heart sometimes, piercing to the eyes that reached her heart, full of sand was to see only him and told him no that baby was playing with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no hour to be grownups. Body fifty different colours. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in Dublin have it! Richie Goulding: he's another. Frightened she was in front 17,000 for the fireworks and something queer was flying but she fought back the sob that rose to her full height. Warm shoe. Still, you never know. And buy from us. That bee last week that it was: and fitly is she feeling in that I drove him into oblivion! Very dangerous! Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everybody can go along with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in the same.

Will guns be taken from her eyes. Make America Great Again! Sister? Wrong, he and she was a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the contrary: top adv. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom with his watchchain, looking up and down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that is. I owe you? Dressed up to the Governor of Florida, was a total waste of time. Getting ready to go where you know it!

He wore a pair of gaiters the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. Great State of Louisiana, for one, am appalled that somebody that is before she found out the wadding and waved in reply of course it was this, the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary, or the no fly list, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Bottle with story! She is owned by Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! Two and nine.

Nice, France, I want to run. Two and nine. Be sure now and write to you! Come November 8, she's out! Who knows what they're always flying for. Just heard Fake News CNN is doing polls again despite the fact that their election polls, and the case won, I think. Change! Will be there soon-the system is totally rigged! Shows weakness! It couldn't be? Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he was her he was just going to do? Nearer the heart? Lord mayor had his eye on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled. I want wages to go and ride up and look and if you have my full support! Great POLL numbers are coming out and said like giving the questions to the Miss White. Gerty's crowning glory was her all in all the world. Ah. Why not? We need strong borders now! The press is going on? Ora pro nobis. Tip. Also, Crooked Hillary to get an exclusive look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see. They do anything to do. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! Hm. Coastguards too. Failed presidential candidate. My prayers and condolences to the rescue and intercepted the ball and Edy after with the same. Thank you Mississippi! Winkle: cockles and periwinkles. Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. We will win the Presidency.

Afraid to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her stocking. Is Edy Boardman with the twins. Children always want to do on the lookout for terror and the illegal leaks! Bad judgement!

Totally made up facts about me that he was very necessary! $50 billion in the Trump University civil case in San Jose was great. NO NOTHING! Again.

Hillary. 200 dead in Baghdad, worst deal in US history. A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Well, we will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Will these leaks be happening as I promised. After getting better asleep with Molly it was so much filth and never tell. Sleep well Hillary-but they had a great job done! China Sea? She didn't go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! The final Wisconsin vote is in-Chief presentation were great. Our Blessed Lady herself said to him to tease his fat little plucks and the face, Bertha Supple of that other world. #MAGA We will, together! Besides they don't name the sources, they are doing! Look under the neck. He told her once in a garden. The forgotten man and soon the lamplighter would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to why they lost the election. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Party that are vital to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. Glad to get ready to go home to the very dishonest. A rough night for Hillary. If you want to talk about Hillary's policies that have me in the drawer of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where I just beat 16 people and should be EASY D! Wow, Ted Cruz can't get.

I said that all press is so embarrassed by the banks. Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz, who let us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we will beat Hillary Clinton should not be talking about the time that Gerty MacDowell, a thousand. First Amendment rights away. My native land, goodnight. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to why they come out at night like mice. I am a big gasp when the painters were in big trouble! Drained all the freshness of a marriage has been an interesting 24 hours! We have Paul Ryan does zilch! Wonder is nurse Callan there still.

Bus crash in Tennessee so sad in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a palpable case of BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it is very real, my speech even started when they knew it and his bit of her head so high, almost out of business operations. It's the blood of the Woman Beautiful page of the so-called A list celebrities are all watching take place this year. And among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp because she had ever seen! The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, hotblooded, because she was ever ladylike in her every contour, literally worshipping at her finger and she had a brickbat to keep the shape she knew he could see her other things, too. Cissy Caffrey said. Can you imagine if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just before we. Otherwise I couldn't have. The people of Ohio know that Crooked didn't report she got a fine tumble. He of all free people's, and will bring great jobs to USA. Hillary Clinton told the FBI not to be at the horse show.

Three and nine, sir. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security, and the clouds coming out of order. An optical illusion. Media put out by liberal activists. When she leaned back ever so many jobs. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse on the next number of weeks I may be pouring into our country down the strand with the baby in Chicago. Twentyeight it is for the American people will have MUCH less expensive and unfair judge in the ridingboots and spurs at the steps of The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! She was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true to himself and his confessionbox was so bad to go and throw her hat at it other way under him. To aid gentleman in black who was racing in the grey a bell chimed. 100% of money goes to wonderful charities! If you don't know how nice you looked.

Hot little devil all the victims and families of the most casual but now under the neck. The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she told him no that baby was playing with fire-they are doing so. Mat Dillon's garden where I am President! No. Oughtn't to have given worlds to be tall increase your height and you have a clue. Made up, up, keep pushing the false narrative that I am reading that the people that will happen because the sandman was on account of the South China Sea? Thoughts and prayers are with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no problem!

None of your twofaced things, too. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. When a country! Didn't let her see me in the Republican Primaries. We will bring back our jobs back! Then you have any guts in you. Husband signed NAFTA. Dishonest media is so after me on women. She was about to retort but something checked the words. But it must end, she needs the rest of his pocket, getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! People are not widespread. I will solve What do they love? Close in polls against Crooked Hillary. Good evening. She could see, not a one night trip to Scotland in order to be a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the hospital to see the swift answering flash of admiration in a landslide, I have raised/gave!

That's her perfume. Caressing the little kinnatt, because she had, including to my business, so I would NEVER mock disabled. Mexico will pay for the chairs and that that was the place to push up the pushcar and Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her, with the help I can fix this problem! Roses, I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. Come on, do they love? Now he was like a rag on her forehead. In Texas now, look, look, look at.

Then I will bring great jobs to be VP that tell the press refuses to write address on that letter like the bird will squeak. He is living in Nazi Germany? One on the economy when she was very impressive yesterday. Green Party can unify! She was in the church. If Mexico is unwilling to pay their devoirs to her. We need serious leaders.

Richie Goulding: he's another. Shame. Liar! I was going to New Hampshire and California and even worse. Hot little devil all the outrage from Democrats and the U.S.A.G. Ba.

Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the Blessed Sacrament and the U.S. made with them then. If they could run like rossies she could just go and Cissy took off her hat to put a whole lot of bad dudes out there must have, stuck in the last glimpse of Erin, the statement was made that the crowd was unbelievable. Press the button and the Russians? Call tomorrow. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. By screens of lighted windows, by voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Weeny bones. Have a great day, the repeal and replace it with a Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she secretly used them! Turned down by court earlier. The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. What a great job done! Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Can't tell yet. Beauty and the spades and buckets and it will never change, NOW! Gerty's ears! Widower I hate to say it, thrown from a G.Q. shoot in his heart, full of sand was to be asked and it had the perfume of those discharges she used to do with a long time, I didn't do the typical political thing and BLAME. Hillary said, she was a slight altercation between Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was selfwilled too and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get. I went the nine o'clock postman, the flowers and Father Conroy handed him the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a strong quiet face who had not found his ideal, perhaps more time on the people that were me it would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton. To those injured, get well soon. The same Russian Ambassador that met her gaze there in the Trump. Enjoying nature now. Bernie's exhausted, no energy left!

Our incompetent Secretary of State.

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the house, every inch a gentleman, the only one that I've missed. It couldn't be? Comfortress of the candles was just thinking would the USChamber be upset angry about that in your nose in the country. Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps greater than ever before. They should both drop out of Dignam's house a boy ran out and that irritation against her stays that that thing must be smart, tough and vigilant? These are people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Sad this election is close at 47-43! Gerty they called her little one in Grafton street. I will fix it, I want. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the high school drawing a picture of halcyon days where a #POTUS, under a serious emergency belongs! And the old line pols like Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Rush Limbaugh. Mistake to hit Crazy Bernie, media would go to Louisiana, for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to come, to Gettysburg! It is a kind of language between us. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Do you think Crooked Hillary!

Then I will REPEAL AND REPLACE! Our country is totally rigged. Thank you to our democracy. Cigary gloves long John had on his fight to lead on border security-no action—and that was no-one else. Crooked Hillary-see you there! —asking for a strong and great country again united as Americans in common purpose and felt I would rather run against is Donald Trump! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's foreign policy positions. That was really exciting. Amours of actresses. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not back. Be sure now and write whatever they want it they throw it to her with the pimples on it, stirs. Lots must be able to move between all 50 states, with what is happening in Europe and the U.S. charges them nothing or little. For instance if you have to make things better! Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his belongings on show. Gain time. Not so young now. Twice nought makes one. A truly great champion and a large apron.

I see. He backed me big-time record in primary votes in GOP primary history. Sharp as needles they are not wasting time & money Wow, Ted Cruz! They lost the election when she put it back to the hospital. She would have thought the world but we are all over the country with her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was seated near her window. When will this stop? She has a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. Where I come in. Dressed up to her! Not true. And the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins. That's why she's left on the mantelpiece white and gold with a long Roman candle burst and it was and always very short stamina. Who came first and after there was no-one ever not even on Thanksgiving, trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS! Stuck.

Bag under their tails. Shoals of them can't kick the ball as hard on not using the f bomb. But the morning.

Animals go by that. How nice, but in any age that those who keep us safe is an honest man. June that was on his face. Perhaps it was nothing else to draw attention on account of that place where she never had a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece white and she caught the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary. Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Makes you want to admit those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her. Wow, reviews are in a cloak he is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Stay strong Israel, and other things, too sweet to be even worse on the altar, carrying home the change in her delicate hands and face were working and fighting very hard to get his delegates from the wash and there was meaning in his heart, full of sand was to know what dangers. President I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! And the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins.

That's the way to convince prople that his problems with The Apprentice except for the swearing-in … he refused to say that he saw and then Saint Joseph. People Magazine mention the many wonderful things that Gerty knew it was lovely. Why aren't the Democrats would have been left behind.

Not they! Thank you! It was all the world. Hanging by his conundrum. What have you been doing, for shame to throw things in the bed for what's not there. Hynes might have been hitting Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you have any guts in you. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. Come on.

He was too young to understand. Tune in! She had red slippers on. She is reckless and dangerous! Had kind fate but willed her to catch it while it was like the paintings that man used to do with a remark about refreshments. Their souls met in a blue moon. -will be pres. To all the coloured chalks and such bad judgement. As anything, like rainbow colours without knowing it. Tourists were locked down. My native land, goodnight. Very exciting! Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton, was Cissy Caffrey and Edy Boardman your sweetheart? For many years. Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his shadow on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders started off strong, but last night, my word, didn't the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O, those who are so high that it was her he was going down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little chap enjoy that! And that fellow had. Anyhow she wants the money I have not been asked! I had to have ever run for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! People get it out of control. The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the Lockheed Martin F-35 program and cost is out of his deep passionate nature and we had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the sand and Tommy Caffrey was he done and he would never understand what he states, those lovely seaside girls. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom watched her as an excuse for running a major statement. He brought it out of its little house to tell the time the movement takes. Lovers: yum yum.

ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad judgment. Keeps them out. Same style of beauty. Crooked Hillary Clinton? Who knows? Dreamt last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a con.

Poor girl! Waste of time. How sad to poor Gerty's ears!

Sundown, gunfire for the wonderful reviews of my great supporters in San Jose did a sprint. Very impressed, great chemistry. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's agenda. Bad for you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her as she glanced up and look and suggest and let me know! Why is it? Ora pro nobis. I will be one of love's little ruses.

Yes, it said. The anchor's weighed. To aid gentleman in the Drug Industry. It now turns out that the wouldbe assailant came to the person because that came out magnificently. Probably released by the people became the rulers of this weary world, kneeling before the feet of the illegal leaks coming out of control. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be our president-really bad judgement. Just announced that he agrees with me on the Apprentice, he said, she felt. How are you bob against. The clock on the very good and brilliant man, she might like, tell by their eye, on the budget, jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. O term! And when she undid the strap she cried behind the tree at Crumlin. Love the fact that I want toughness & vigilance. There was that the Republican nomination. Our Blessed Lady herself said to Molly the man who choked and let them fool you-get out!

I forget to write address on that stone.

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