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and they shall bedevil you without ceasing
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¡Si no lo sabías, ahora lo sabes!
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Click to learn more. 🏰
You may be entitled to compensation, m'lord.
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Giant Elementary School Teacher FIRED After Only-Fans Discovered.
Here's What You Need To Know:
Giant Elementary School Teacher Over 50 Feet Tall
Website was discovered by Inquisitive Parent during online searches.
Inquisitive Parent reported website to authorities, Giant Elementary School Teacher Suspended IMMEDIATELY
Unclear if any students accessed Giantess Content
Website included multiple photos and videos of GEST eating, stomping, and rewarding small male adventurers
"Fee Fi Fum Fizz, I should be allowed to teach my kids," Giant Woman argues
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SCIENTIFIC REPORT: Exciting new drug shows promising results in first large-scale clinical trial. Designed to treat GOBODI, the drug, as yet unnamed, may also have an array of unrelated applications. "There's so much potential," said one researcher.
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Last nyghte I dyd dreame
Of greate dreadefull spyderes
Wythe lychoryshe legges
Squamyshe and wyckede
They fylled my washe tubbe
Forsooth, an omen moste dyre
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no dormí mucho anoche... estoy cansadísimo . . . 💛 🤍 ❤️
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Regis Philbin is a super retina display.
Regis Philbin is known for his video capabilities.
Regis Philbin is controlled by a smart speaker.
Regis Philbin is vibrant colors and darker blacks.
It is Thursday, November 30th. Regis Philbin wakes up and makes coffee. Another day starts, another year is coming to a close. Regis reads the newspaper on his digital screen, watched by ten trillion wide-lens eyeballs. The headlines coax him:
MILLENNIALS REQUIRE ABUNDANCE, GEN Z SAYS “WHY STOP THERE”
STARLET PROMISES TO PACK ON THE POUNDS
QUANTUM COMPUTERS GET SEXUAL
TOO TALL FOR THE N.B.A., THIS MAN WANTS TO DISRUPT PETS
Regis smiles through a sigh. He has seen it, he sees it, and he will see it. SZA’s people pass on the branded opportunity. Diplomats arm the oceans. Unilateral agreement on a new standard for data transmission, passed at midnight accords on the Friday before the longest weekend, portends a shift, a 25th hour in the day, which is what Regis focuses on, now (this very moment, the moment of awareness, past which there can be no return).
Regis Philbin has heart rate monitoring.
Regis Philbin is capturing images with a 24 megapixel sensor and a comfortable grip.
Regis Philbin is boasting a white-and-black design and an ultra-fast SSD.
Regis Philbin is noise-canceling and wireless.
The extra hour, Hour 25, slips past the clocks, the calendars, the hourglasses. Regis can, in a sense, understand this change. He appreciates it, like all transmissions of nature. “It’s intuition,” he explains to his mental health therapist, ordered by the courts. “I can feel it in my skeleton, in the bolts they put in me.” Joy cannot feel it, but she trusts her husband (the power of love).
Regis Philbin is a cordless vacuum cleaner with intelligent suction power adjustment.
Regis Philbin is a circular design and advanced health tracking.
Regis Philbin is stylish.
Regis Philbin demonstrates his photo capabilities.
Of course, this Hour 25 is a project of people you have never met, of Very High Net Worth individuals. What do the empowered, the lauded, the golden do with these secret minutes? This time that cannot be scheduled, this daily reprieve when all of them are immortal. “Death cannot occur during Hour 25” announces the True, Secret, Real President of Earth, from the center of the planet. Instead, this daily partition (which, we should explain, happens once daily, but is different every day, unplanned, and unpredictable) is used for creation. Larvae. Germination. Women and men drink. Mechanical processes, yielding returns, occupy anterooms. Or, alternately: it’s a great time to take a stroll around your skyscraper, city-state, plantation, airship, or arcology.
Regis Philbin has 16 million colors.
Regis Philbin promises tri-capsule technology.
Regis Philbin is an immersive virtual reality experience.
Regis Philbin is waterproof.
Regis Philbin is holding you by the shoulders. His face is undisturbed, but you note a hyper-reality about his eyes (beautiful, you can understand how handsome he must have been when he was at Notre Dame, a young man, a hero, a liar like all heroes, but that just makes us love him even more). Regis whispers something to you, and the words hang in your ears, terminate-but-stay-resident process, a radiant series of plosives, morphemes, all that good stuff. You hear the words (with your ears) and understand the words (with your brain) and enact the words (with your action points).
And now, at last, we come to the acceleration. Regis walks away, toward the hillside. A dog appears, fast from out the brush, trailing crayon shavings, and slows to follow. The rhythm, the cadence. Regis strides, shoulders back, the entire Varsity squad, a chestnut miracle. The band is rocking, the caverns are skanking. Stick to the script, burnish your credentials, account for slight variations in weather conditions, repudiate as quickly as you defend. You are a perfect representation. You are what Regis has always wanted. When you honor him, you honor your tenacity. You do not need the extra hour, is not what he said, not exactly, but rather the general “gist” of the monologue he whispered into your soaking ears. The tide does not care about the boats, even the large ones. And lastly, about you. Regis, half a football field away, turns, smiles, waves, and hollers. “I am not golden. And you will never be golden, either” Regis shouts, “But, be honest, folks: who needs gold except dukes and microprocessors?”
You agree with Regis, you agree and agree and agree, as he turns back, and walks, behind the hill, behind the day.
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