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jiminisnotavirgin · 5 years

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Here with You

Pairing: idol!Min Yoongi | Reader

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: oral, penetrative sex, intercourse, slight exhibitionism, buff Yoongi???, praise kink.

Description: Yoongi’s sad and his body’s in constant pain after bouncing from city to city in the last few months for the group’s biggest world tour yet. Aside from that, he doesn’t remember the last time he got a full night’s rest. You and his members plan a secret visit for you to surprise him in his hotel room after a concert. It’s been months, after all, and the two of you both have... needs that only the other can take care of ;)

Note: I live for soft Yoongi and I imagine he’d be as sweet as this (if not, sweeter!) to his significant other! We also can’t deny that he’d be absolutely delicious in bed, too. In MY OPINION, this is the BEST fic I’ve written up to date! Please tell me what you think :) I appreciate and enjoy each and every comment and response!

ALSO! I’d like to make it clear that the reader ISN’T Korean and I will let you know when they are. However, they are supposed to be speaking Korean to each other which is why I mainly use the word, “Jagi” instead of “Baby.”

Yoongi’s never enjoyed traveling or staying in hotels. For him, they don’t possess the same sense of peace or relaxation that they do for others. The only time he seeks the relief of a temporary hotel bed is after a long concert or flight when his sore bones ache and he can barely keep his eyes open. Even then, he tosses and turns all night, fluffing his pillows and kicking at his sheets until he eventually loses the fight and knocks out. At this point of their world tour, more than halfway through, the guys have noticed that Yoongi rarely leaves his room. They don’t blame him. His snippy attitude and overall mood are products of the group’s constant movement and although it takes a toll on all of them, Yoongi’s always hit the hardest.

His members notified you of this and that’s why you, his secret, longtime partner, decided to come for a surprise visit. Your ultimate goal is to cheer him up and see at least one of his beautiful, gummy smiles. Another reason why he hates traveling is that he has to be away from you and his home.

He’s currently sprawled out on the couch, limbs extended as he wields a pair of chopsticks in one hand and a paper carton in the other. He reaches for another piece of sweet, sesame chicken, unimpressed by the bunny documentary on the TV before a soft knock on the door catches his attention. The sound is light. Anyone else would’ve missed it but Yoongi’s music-producing ears are razor sharp.

“Coming!” he calls out with a mouth full of food. Not caring much for his looks at this time of night, he pulls a cap on over his disheveled hair and slips on his sandals before approaching the front door. He ignores the viewfinder and opens the door with a tug, still chewing the chicken in the back of his mouth without a care in the world. The words leave his mouth before he can catch a glimpse of the person standing on his doorstep. “Jimin, I told you already. I am not giving you any more champagne—“

“Yoongi!”

You still manage to glow, even in the faint light of the hotel hallway. His mouth freezes when his eyes meet yours and his heart beats at his chest excitedly, telling him to wake up! A tiny, polka-dot luggage stands behind you like a guardian and the situation finally makes sense in his brain. When you wrap your arms around him, excitement flutters in his stomach like millions of tiny butterflies. You smile, melting happily into the man you’ve missed for months.

“Jagi?” he whispers, wondering if the gorgeous apparition standing in front of him is only a dream. “I... I can’t believe you came all the way here.”

“Of course, I did!” You smile and Yoongi doesn’t miss the sparkle in your large eyes. The two of you stumble backwards into the entrance of the room before he regains his balance and squeezes you back. He pulls you even closer, smelling your shampoo and feeling the smooth, soft skin of your glowing cheek under the strokes of his thumb. His senses are heightened due to your familiar presence and he couldn’t be more grateful for your spontaneous visit. He needed it, needs you.

“I’m happy you’re here,” he continues with a smile once you pull back to take a look at his face. He twirls a lock of your hair around his long index finger, pure admiration filling his gaze as his other hand grips your waist. You don a yellow sundress with an intricate design of red roses and leaves. The colorful fabric accentuates your figure and the curvy shape Yoongi loves so much. “You look pretty.”

You glance down at your feet shyly, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks as you clutch the sides of your dress. “Thank you. I almost didn’t buy the dress since it’s a little small.”

“I’m glad you did.” His large hand envelops yours before he laces your fingers together and leads you to the couch in the sitting area of the large hotel room. His metal rings feel cold against your skin but you have no desire to release his hand. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Yoooongi, ssssssstop,” you whine but he raises his hands in the air defensively, palms flat and arms up, a look of pure innocence on his handsome face. Your eyes dart to his broad shoulders and the way his arm muscles slightly flex with each of his movements. Has he been working out?

“How do you still get so flustered whenever I compliment you?”

Yoongi is an organized individual so it doesn’t surprise you that his room follows suit, from his shoes by the front door to his made-up bed. The one thing you notice is his dinner set up of takeout Chinese food on the coffee table, however, it isn’t the slight mess that causes your heart to sink in your chest.

“Have you been eating well? All the fried food at this table is concerning,” you admit hesitantly. It isn’t only today’s dinner on the coffee table but other nights’ as well.

“My body’s used to it by now. Liquid junk food probably flows through my veins along with airplane cookies and coffee.”

“That’s gotta be bad for your stomach.” You frown, concern filling your pretty features. He sounds impressed with himself and it’s freaking you out just the slightest bit. He wishes to kiss away the fear written on your face.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Yoongi, you could lose a foot and you’d tell me not to worry about it.”

“Hey, hey, at least I’ve been drinking only water these past few months, that’s gotta count for something, right? Replacing all the water in my system?”

“I just wanna make sure you’re taking care of yourself even if it’s hard because of touring. I really do worry about you, Yoongi. Sorry if I’m being annoying.”

“You’re not annoying. I’m grateful because you actually care about my wellbeing aside from all the idol stuff unlike everyone else.” The two of you settle into the couch as he drapes his arm over your shoulder. “But seriously, you don’t have to worry. I’m not even thinking about food right now.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You. And sleeping next to you later. I think I took cuddling for granted.”

“Yoongi, that is uncharacteristically cheesy.”

“Well, it’s your fault. I’m excited that you’re here and now I don’t know how to express it other than cracking dad jokes like Seokjin.”

“Please, keep the cheesy jokes rolling, then. I love them but I love you more.” Your lips lightly graze his and he melts into the kiss as you arch your back and press your chest against his. Unlike before he left on tour, you’re met with a hard, sculpted chest and you draw back, holding your hands against his chest as you formulate your curiosity into a question. Yoongi interprets your actions as a recoil but you assure him that you still want him close. “Yoongi, don’t take this the wrong way but you feel... different. Have you been working out?”

“Yeah, actually. Does it look weird?” His palm grazes the back of his neck awkwardly. “I started a few months ago. The stylists want me to stop because it’s harder to pick out clothes if my size keeps changing but it helps me sleep better at night. I’ve been meaning to show you on one of our video calls.”

Once again, your eyes drift from his face to the muscular bulge of his arm. You can’t control your tongue as you lick your bottom lip. Your dry throat clenches for something—anything—to eliminate the empty feeling in your mouth. Suddenly, you’re thirsty for another mouth-filling liquid only he can give. Damn. “I love all of your different forms and shapes and sizes because I love you but—“

“But?”

“But,” you continue as you lower your gaze, your long lashes accentuating the sudden lust oozing from your dark brown eyes, “you look really fucking good. Like, I-wanna-go-down-on-you-right-now kind of good.”

“W-What?” he sputters, caught off guard by your sudden use of obscenities. Your dirty mouth causes his cock to twitch like it has a mind of its own, straining uncomfortably against his tight black jeans. “You can’t just say that.”

“Why not? Getting a little flustered?” You flash a mischievous grin as you hop off the couch, settling yourself between his spread knees. The sight of you on the ground for him, hands roaming the expanse of his legs and the hidden space where they meet, ignites a flame of desire in the pit of his stomach, a tiny flicker that you have no intention of putting out.

“Don’t tease.” He swallows, squirming desperately as he feels your nails lightly scrape his inner thighs. “God, you don’t know what you do to me.”

“But I do,” you hum, hands settling on the silver buckle of his belt. You slip your fingers through, gradually weaving his leather belt until it’s completely off of his waist. The heavy metal dangles from your hand, jingling before you sling it over the couch arm with a loud clunk. “I know that you’ll do anything to get my mouth wrapped around your pretty cock, won’t you?”

“I can’t take it when you talk like that. You’re gonna kill me, I swear,” he groans. You undo his zipper and button, encouraging him to raise his hips so you can tug his pants down to his ankles.

“I’ll go down on you but I have one rule.”

“Tell me.”

“You can only cum when I tell you to.”

He hesitates. “I can’t—“

“Try. Practice the self-control we both know you have.” You nudge your pointer finger against his chest.

You’re proud to have Yoongi in your life, proud to have him as the one man who brings you pleasure in all forms. You’re the only one who gets to see him this way—hot and bothered and vulnerable, desperate for your touch—and you take pride in that. He’s a hardworking, dedicated, and determined man and he’s the same way in bed.

He lets out a low hiss when you free his cock from the constrains of his jeans and he feels you blow lightly. Your eyes remain glued on the creamy, white liquid coating the plump tip of his length. What he lacks in length, he makes up in his thick girth. He barely fits between your tiny hands but you pump him slowly, lathering him up in his own salty juices. The arousal lining your damp panties clings to the side of your thigh, threatening to drip down your leg. “I’m so wet just from looking at you.”

“Let me touch—oh, fuck.” He throws his head back in surprise, eyes flickering closed as he feels the sudden pressure of your tongue against his tip. Tingles radiate across his body from where your mouth meets his dick and in this moment, he’s grateful for the sexy, angelic vixen that you are and the way you force him to relinquish control in the pursuit of release.

It’s been months. Although you’ve touched yourself and imagined your fingers were his, your fantasies are never fully accurate when it comes to his impressive and gorgeous anatomy. Nothing is as great as when he’s struggling not to thrust into your mouth.

Your mouth envelops him eagerly, your tongue lapping saliva and precum around his soft, veiny skin. You moan around him, causing vibrations to shoot straight up his toned, clenching pelvis. Sweat builds on his forehead as the ends of his dark hair begin to cover his eyes.

“You have to stop or I’m—“

“Don’t forget my rule.” You slip your lips off of him with a loud pop, ignoring the unappealing glob of saliva dripping down from the side of your mouth. Your facial expression is innocent despite the naughty nature of your current act and Yoongi couldn’t be more aroused. His cock lands on his pelvis with a loud, messy slap.

He stands, motioning for you to take his place on the couch but you swiftly shake your head. “Your turn, jagi.”

“Not now, I can’t wait. I want you.”

“Impatient girl.” He can see the hunger in your eyes but there’s hesitance swimming in his. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, trust me, I am all warmed up down there.” Although he’s seeking to pleasure you, he thinks of your comfort first, always aiming to stretch you out and make sure you’re fully lubricated before doing anything with you down there.

“I’ll be back for a taste later and that’s a promise. Now, where do you want me, jagi? I’m all yours.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, guiding him backwards to the bed. He grasps the back of your neck and tilts his head to the side, slipping in his tongue to create an even deeper bond between the two of you. His wet muscle clashes against yours as his other hand delicately fiddles with the loose spaghetti strap of your dress. He breaks for a moment, lips puffy and eyes heavy with lust before helping you peel off your dress in one smooth swoop.

The air in his body suddenly escapes his lungs when he looks at you, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. The moonlight glistens over your sweaty skin, highlighting your curves and shape. You used to be so shy in front of him but now you stand confidently, hands resting neatly over your hips like the art that you are. “I’m so in love with you. How did you find me?” he murmurs in admiration, happily giving into the spell your body casts on him. He isn’t asking about tonight; he’s asking about this lifetime, how the stars aligned your paths on the fateful day you met.

A loud thud from across the hotel room interrupts his sweet reverie like the chime of a bell striking midnight. Yoongi’s head shoots in the direction of the front door before he whispers a quiet, “I’ll be right back.”

He drags himself to the door, adjusting his long t-shirt over his boxers to cover the raging hard-on he’s got hidden underneath.

“Hyung!” slurs a voice from the other side with a few lazy bangs on the door. Yoongi sighs, rubbing his tired temple as he tries to gather his remaining patience. He barely opens the door in the hopes of somehow steering Jimin away but the younger’s face is merely inches away from the lock. His eyes are red with exhaustion, cheeks pink with intoxication. No one can drink like Jimin and be perfectly stable the next day.

“It’s late. What do you need? I’m really busy right now.”

“You’re always busy, Yoongi! I can’t find my room key. It was in my pocket before and now it’s not.”

“Did you ask Jungk—“

“Jungkook doesn’t have it, either!”

“Lower your voice.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.”

“So you decided to come bother me. Are you sure you looked in all of your pockets? Thoroughly?”

The younger rolls his eyes before frantically patting the back of his skin-tight jeans with his palms. “Ye—“ His eyes go wide as saucers when he whips out the plastic card from his front pocket. “Hyung, you’re the best.”

“I know,” he answers quickly before glancing back at you in bed, thin sheet tucked tightly up to your chin. “Is that all?”

Jimin’s brows knit together curiously as he tries to look over Yoongi’s blocking shoulder. “Wait, is she here alread—”

“Goodnight.”

With a slam, Yoongi makes his way back to you, crawling over your figure as his face aligns with your neck. You giggle when he tickles the length of your throat with the tip of his nose, sniffing and kissing messily.

“I feel like a teenager or something, hiding like this.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “Jimin lost his room key for the third time this month. Can you believe that? The only time he’s not a complete mess is when he’s dancing and even then he’s the biggest klutz in the room behind Namjoon.”

“You don’t think he heard us, right?”

“Probably not.”

“Hmm.”

“Well, you sound disappointed. Did you want him to hear us?”

“No, that’s ridiculous,” you insist nervously, trying to assure him that you’re not entertained by the idea of being caught or listened to while fucking.

“You’re such a bad liar.”

“I’m gonna go hide under a rock now and never come out. Ever.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s good when you tell me what you really want; it helps me better understand how to pleasure you. We all have desires.” If you were a puzzle, Yoongi would know you forwards, backward, and back around if it was possible. “We’ve been dating for years and you still manage to blow my mind away.”

“Yoongi!”

“There you go again. I can’t win with you.”

“You can’t win but I’ll battle it out with you forever.”

There goes that word: forever. It sends some running for the hills but for you two, it’s the only way to express how much you love each other. Forever is an eternity. The thought of you, the greatest woman in the world, wanting to spend the rest of your days with him gives him enough confidence to do anything.

“You ready?” he asks you sweetly, aligning himself with your entrance as he pushes a stray hair away from your forehead. You hold your panty to the side, nodding and swiveling your hips as an invite. His hard tip prods at the soft skin of your lips and the anticipation is enough to set your skin on fire. “You’re so warm,” he groans, sliding another inch inside of you.

Your silky walls envelop him, welcoming him with tight clenches and liquid heat. You can feel every ridge and bump of his dick and just when you think he’s bottomed out completely, he continues to work himself into you. “Wow, it’s been a really long time.”

He pauses. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, keep going.” His hot breath fans over your face and you can smell the remnants of his minty toothpaste. “Your breath smells so goo—ugh!”

With a creamy slap and a loud groan, his pelvis hits yours. The pressure of his thick cock pushing against your cervix is heavy but he waits for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the sensation. “Damn, Yoongi, did your dick grow while you were out, too?”

“Clearly, you’ve forgotten what it feels like when I fuck you so let me give you a reminder.” He slowly guides himself out of you only to ram back in, full force until you’re completely full once again. He does this a few times and you begin to moan as each of his thrusts glides in smoother than the last, creating a slippery rhythm of pressure and pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan, body jostling as he rocks himself into you. Your round breasts bounce with his movements, tempting him to massage each supple mound. Your hard, neglected nipples prick against the palm of his hand, reminding him of their presence.

“You’re so good to me,” he answers before you share a wet kiss. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I love you.” Although you feel him plunged deep inside, it’s not enough. You hold onto his broad shoulder, gazing at him with desire. “Harder.”

Your request isn’t one he wants to ignore so with a light slap of your thigh, he motions for you to flip over. “Turn around.”

With one hand tightly grasping your lower back for balance, he uses the other to guide his cock against your slit, rubbing up and down until he settles on sliding against your puffy clit. He groans as he slips inside of you again but this time, he massages your pearl between his index and middle fingers, rolling and drawing circles around the tender organ until he hears your breathing become more erratic. You grind over his fingers to create friction before you find yourself fucking him as he stands still behind you.

“Do you like that?” you ask.

“Yes—ugh—keep fucking yourself on me.” He moans, placing his hands on the back of his own hips to give you full control of thrusting. “I bet you wish they were watching.”

“Who?”

“Jimin. The staff. The guys. All of them.”

You clench around him.

He continues, “Hell, even ARMY. Imagine how angry and surprised they’d be when they realize I have a girlfriend and that we have sex.”

“Yoongi,” you whisper weakly, giving into the obscene ideas leaving his mouth. The possessive nature of his words arouses you more than you’d like to admit. “Don’t joke around about that, it’s dangerous.”

“That’s exactly why you like it. Admit it.”

Suddenly, he’s whipped around until his wrists remain bound against the bed, your body hovering over his in a determined crouch. You lick your lips, satisfied with his surprised reaction. “Stop now before you get yourself in trouble.”

He has the nerve to lick his lips before he cracks a mischievous, gummy smile. “What are you going to do about it?”

Your lips crash against his, teeth clashing and tongues tangling as your bodies passionately intertwine. He chuckles into your sweet mouth and you try to kiss away any remaining bits of his charming attitude. The two of you begin to rock slowly, with his length still stroking inside of you and perusing your wet walls. His fingers tickle your clit once again and you become aware of the stirrings low in your stomach.

You stifle a particularly loud moan as his tip strokes that small, spongey patch along the inside of your entrance exactly the right way, back and forth and over again. “I-I’m close,” you manage and Yoongi takes your statement as a request.

“You can cum, baby. Take your time. I’ve got you,” he coos, soothing your anxious limbs that are desperate for release. “Let me see. Show me how you—oh, fuck, there it is. You’re squeezing me so tight, fuck. You’re so beautiful.”

He helps you ride your wave of euphoria as it quickly crashes over your body without warning. Tiny sparks of pleasure emit from your pelvic area like shocks of electricity, triggering a spasm of kicks starting from your calves. You clutch onto him tightly, using his shoulders like an anchor to work you through the rest of your orgasm.

His follows soon after yours. In a matter of minutes, he’s sputtering and groaning like a babbling mess, spilling his seed onto your entrance and stomach in thick, white ropes. You stick your finger into his juices and clean it with a quick swipe it with your tongue.

He smiles shyly as his pale cheeks turn pink, slightly embarrassed at your open and eager display for his cum. He pads to the bathroom and returns with a small towel to clean you off.

“You’re so gentle,” you remark, admiring the way he softly rubs at your skin.

“These towels are rough,” he answers absentmindedly, too focused on making sure your body is practically sparkling clean. He folds the towel and tosses it into the bathroom before slipping on his black boxers once again. You reach for your discarded panties using your toes, too tired and lazy to leave his plush bed. All he does is complain about hotel beds but this one couldn’t be any cozier.

You tug the sheets over your waist and fluff the seemingly-unused pillow on the left side of the bed. Is it too much of a stretch to believe he doesn’t sleep on that side since it’s usually yours when you sleep together at home? Probably.

“Go turn off the TV and come cuddle. I’m sleepy,” you mumble as half of your vision is suddenly covered with your tired and heavy eyelids.

When he locks the door, turns off the lights, and hops into bed beside you, he can faintly hear the beginnings of your light snores. He settles behind you, tucking his arm over your waist before you nestle into his chest.

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi drifts to sleep with a smile on his face. There’s no pain in his back and the pillows and blankets work together tonight to keep him warm, comfortable, and safe as he dreams that you visited and laid there beside him. He wakes up only once to make sure that his dreams are a reality and sure enough, there you are, legs curled up and body angled into his. He sleeps for the rest of the night in peace, not a single sound or thought to interrupt him as he makes up for the lost rest time he’s needed for months.

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swimmingnewsie · 4 years

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...I wanted to do a canon-ish take on the Big/Little Ice Bros verse. Please love me.

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"Good morning, Gale!"

Anna smiled as Gale twirled into her bedroom window. The sun was finally rising, slowly waking from the long winter's night. Despite her distaste for it, early mornings were a part of life now. But her morning letters from Elsa made it all the more worth it.

"What have you got for me today?" She put her brush on the vanity and reached out for the note. A chill ran down her spine as Gale fluttered feverishly around her. "Elsa isn't feeling worse is she?"

Her sister had wrote the previous morning she felt like she was getting a cold. And though she had assured Anna it was nothing to worry about, Gale was giving her reason to think otherwise now. Quickly, she opened the note, reading a message that wasn't her sister's handwriting.

It wasn't even her sister's language.

Northuldran characters were scattered all over a piece of parchment. They had been doing their best to learn the language of their mother's people, but progress was slow. She could only pick out her name and Elsa's name. Her heart sped up, confused by everything that was happening. She needed to get to her sister.

"Will you take me to her?" she asked quickly, scribing her own note for Kristoff.

Gale responded by lifting Anna into the air, taking them off into the abyss. They took Anna for a ride as fast as they could manage, but Anna, filled to the brim with worries, couldn't help but feel like they were wasting time. However, soon enough the Northuldran camp came into view with people hustling and bustling far more than was normal.

"Anna!"

A familiar voice called out to her. It was Honeymaren, the woman who was so kind to take Elsa in and help her adjust to life in the forest. Hopefully she would have some clue what was going on.

"Honeymaren," Anna breathed. "What is happening? I got a note in Northuldran andI can't read it and I'm worried and where is my sister?"

Honeymaren sighed, taking Anna's hand. "It's easier to show you than tell you." Anna nodded, allowing herself to be dragged out to the clearing.

Near the reindeer clearing, Anna saw Ryder holding a small bundle in his arms. She eyed him wearily, her head tilted when he raised a finger over his mouth. A small tuft of white hair was visible. Was that-

“She went to bed early last night without much of a fight. I thought it was just her cold getting worse, but when I woke up this morning, she wasn’t in her hut or mine or Yelena’s. I couldn’t find her anywhere. But Ryder was already out working in the field, and she must have found him and thought he was safe because she hasn’t let go since,” Honeymaren expressed, trying to get the words out as fast as she could. It was clear to Anna that she was just as worried.

Sure enough, a smaller, younger Elsa was fast asleep in Ryder’s arms. In all of her worries, Anna couldn’t help but think that her sister was adorable in the garb. She had been dressed in tiny Northuldran furs and wrapped up in a scarf that Elsa had taken so much pride in making. She looked happy in her sleeping state.

“Thank you for writing me,” Anna said, squeezing Honeymaren’s had before going over to sit next to Ryder. “And thank you for taking care of her,” she whispered to Ryder, brushing back a few stray hairs from her sister.

“Anytime,” Ryder said, gently shifting the child. “But I don’t know what to do now. We knew you needed to know, but where do we go from here? We have no idea what happened, not to mention she’s probably not feeling well still.”

Anna pensively touched her sister’s forehead. Whatever had caused this certainly hadn’t eliminated her sickness, for she was still very warm. “We should take her to the trolls. If it’s something to do with her magic, they may know something that will help. It’s about a half day’s journey by wagon, but it’s the only thing I know to do.”

Honeymaren placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll go with you. You shouldn’t have to make this journey alone.”

Anna nodded. There was no reason to deny their help. She knew how much they cared for her sister. “Can I- can I hold her?” she asked softly.

Ryder shifted Elsa, resting her so she could lie against her sister. “She’s worn out. We fed the reindeer together and before we could even finish getting her clothed, she was knocked out, poor kid.”

She held her sister close cherishing this very odd moment. Elsa looked maybe seven or eight- at least that was her best guess. With how young Anna had been at the time of separation, she was never sure what Elsa looked like then and what was her imagination of her sister. She was peaceful in sleep, despite the slight wheeze in her chest. A hot bath and oils would do them both wonders, she figured.

Suddenly she felt her sister jerk, harsh coughs rattling through her lungs. Anna rubbed circles into her back, trying to help settle her again. “It’s okay, Elsa. It’s okay.”

Elsa looked at her with wide terrified eyes. Her breathing quickened, only making the cough worse. She tried to wiggle her way out of Anna’s arms. “Who- who are you?”

It broke Anna’s heart to hear the fear in Elsa’s eyes. “I’m Anna,” she said, desperate not to scare her further.

“No! No! Please let me go! I don’t want to hurt you! Not again!” Tears fell from her eyes, desperate to escape Anna’s grasp.

Anna shook her head and did her best to hold onto the young girl. She obviously remembered the accident. “You’re not going to hurt me, Elsie. Your powers won’t hurt me. I promise.”

Elsa gulped. “You know I have powers?” she asked softly.

“I’m your sister. Of course I do.”

Anna wasn’t sure if there was any right way to go about this, but her sister breaking into more tears told her that she might not have chosen the best way. “You’re! You’re supposed to be little. Why- why are you so big?”

Anna laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “You know it isn’t proper to comment on a lady’s weight, princess,” she teased.

The little girl look sad and ashamed. “I’m sorry,” she said, tears welling in her eyes and coughs escaping her chest.

“Hey, hey,” she soothed, continuing to rub her back. “It was just a joke, sweetheart. I’m not upset. I promise.” Anna made a mental note to be more cautious with her language. Elsa was anxious as an adult; it only made sense that she would be sensitive and anxious about others’ feelings.

Elsa nodded cautiously, burying her head into Anna’s shoulder. Maybe some part of her remembered, remembered that she was safe and loved in Anna’s arms.

Ryder moved, crouching in front of Elsa. “She’s the real deal, kid,” he said with a smile. “Do you think if I got you some tea from Elder you would be able to drink it? It’ll help that sore chest of yours.”

Elsa nodded shyly before shutting her eyes. Anna rocked her gently, hoping she was giving the young girl some relief. She knew today would be far more busy than she anticipated, and if she could give her sister even the slightest comfort she would. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

The small squeeze of Anna’s hand was the only reply she needed.

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The trip in the wagon was a never ending blur of colors and figures and shapes. Elsa found it hard to pay attention to anything in particular with so many moving parts.

A shiver ran down her spine, reminding her just how bad she felt on top of her confusion. This all had to be a bad dream. It was her punishment for hurting Anna: lost in the far away land that her papa had told them about before they were supposed to be asleep. She didn’t mean to; it was an accident.

But at least in her dream, Anna was safe. And Anna was older, oddly enough. She let herself be comforted by this older Anna, the way she failed her real Anna. If she could dream like this every night, maybe it would make being seperated okay. She clutched tightly onto this older Anna’s cloak, desperate to commit this to her memory.

“Elsa, we’re here, sweetheart,” Older Anna said, picking her up. Part of her wanted to tell her sister she was big enough to walk, but if this was all just a dream then it wouldn’t matter. The trolls from the night before were there. There was no way this wasn’t a dream.

Pabbie had put his hand to her head the way he had Anna’s last night, as if he were inspecting her magic. She couldn’t make out his words, her head fuzzy and aching. She wasn’t ready for this dream to end, but maybe it would get rid of the wrong-ness of her body. She only made out phrases like “rebirth” and “natural course of magic”, but it didn’t matter much to her. Dreams were silly things.

Soon enough Older Anna and the nice reindeer man and his sister were carrying her back and her home was in view. Maybe if she shut her eyes, it would all go back to normal. Yeah that sounded like a nice plan.

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Anna took great care to conceal her sister as the wagon approached Arendelle. There would be a diplomatic way to handle this situation, she was sure. Or at least she pretended to be. Her sister’s magic turning her into a child again in order to develop properly wasn’t exactly in her training as a princess and queen.

Thankfully the cold that had served as the catalyst for all this seemed to exhaust her big sister. Or little sister now, she supposed. That would take some getting used to. Elsa slept for most of the journey home- aided by what magic Pabbie could offer them. He may not have been able to bring her to her former age, but he could help her sleep off the illness.

Explaining all this to Kristoff had been another story. He had obviously fretted when he awoke to her note, but worried even more seeing the young girl asleep in her arms.

“So there’s no going back? No magically aging her back to how she was before?”

Anna pinched the bridge of her nose. Getting Elsa into the castle was easy enough with all the hidden entrances and corridors, but that was the least of their worries now. She shook her head, pulling the last of her covers over her sister.

“Pabbie said it had something to do with the spirit inside her. That her magic had been held back for so long, that it somehow reverted her to the moment it stopped growing right. Apparently it has happened to many that the spirit embodies.”

A tear slipped from Anna’s eye. She had been very good about hiding these hard feelings, not when Elsa was so scared. But Elsa was asleep and it was okay to let go.

“I don’t want to mess this up,” she said softly. “She gets another chance, and I can’t mess this up.”

Kristoff had his arms wrapped around her, holding tight. “You’re not going to mess this up. She doesn’t have to conceal this. Even if we make for rough parents, it’s going to be different.”

“We?” Anna sniffled wetly.

Kristoff smiled, kissing her on the head. “We. We’re getting married aren’t we?” She nodded slowly, heading bobbing under his chin. “That means we do this together.”

“Together,” she sighed.

Anna turned around to give him a kiss herself. No matter what, they were going to do this. They had a second chance, and they were going to get it right this time. They would give Elsa the childhood she was robbed of. They owed her that much.

#frozen #frozen fanfic #snow sisters #kristanna #my fic #age gap au #love meeeeeee

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dontjudgemebymykpoptrash · 5 years

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YG Treasure Box ep. 9 reaction

I'm ready to cry are you ready to cry?

I love Going Crazy when do I get all the versions and also SEUNGHUN IS IN THIS ONE FIGHTING (all my three faves got eliminated so I've been putting all my chemi-beats into him and Byounggon)

I hate when they show past Treasures being hurt about losing their spots to new Treasures :'(

Byounggon is heartbreaking, he made it to Treasure but got kicked before he even had a chance to perform with them HE DESERVES BETTER. (They all do tbh)

NINE. THEY'RE ELIMINATING NINE TRAINEES FFFUUUUUUU-. And the way they're splitting it???? Better than the 2:2 but still garbage.

Hyunsuk is a reaction king I love him.

Hharuto being such a tease with the song reveal hahaaa what a cutie

Hyunsuk doing the choreo what a good leader this hecker better debut or ima fight YG with my bare fists.

JIHOON NO R U OKAY

Oh shit I hope this isnt a lasting hurt, I hope he wont push himself and hurt himself more :'(

OMG YEONGUE YOU ARE FIFTEEN. Ngl he's my second vote in team boomerang after Hyunsuk.

THIS PERFORMANCE IS FIRE. GIVE ME THE FULL VERSION.

Jihoon looks good I'm happy, I hope he's not just fighting through and causing a lasting injury!

Where do I get Jihoons hair sparklies can that be my daily lewk?

Hyunsuk bowing to all sides of the audience <3

DAMN STRAIGHT YG YOU PRAISE THESE BABIES ANDN RECOGNIZE THEM FOR FUCKING ONCE.

Honestly dont know if that's a good score cause I don't know what the max number of votes are???

Oof who got Growl by EXO that is an iconic and difficult song.

Oooohhhhh noooooooooo those poor babies, they have their work cut out for them. This was not set up in their favor at all...

This practice is so painful, they all look so unhappy.

THIS VOCAL TEACHER AND DANCE TEACHER NEEDS TO STOP BULLYING THESE CHILDREN UNTIL THEY CRY. TEACH BETTER. CONSTRUCTIVE POSITIVE TEACHING NETS BETTER RESULTS ALL AROUND I will fite u.

Jaehyuk not practicing on his own is not good, is this a mistranslation? Bby let's go you can do it!

Crying in the bathroom is a mood tho

"I want to do better" YOU CAN I BELIEVE IN YOU!! Look at how much happier and better he does with teachers that praise and support him.

Jaehyuk and Jongseob especially are doing well in this performance, but you can tell they're mostly raw talent right now. I think these bby's are good but need more polish. None are ready for debut yet. THEY'LL GET THERE THO!!!!

6-8 months of training and they did this well??? GOOD BOYS GOOD JOB!! This was an incredibly difficult song and performance and they stepped up, GOOD WORK.

Still dont know what scoring is good based on relative scores but I am not surprised Team Growl didnt score as well as Team Boomerang.

I'm super looking forward to Team Dumb and Dumber. I honestly hope they get first place. I stan all these babies.

Even their practice is NEXT LEVEL IM READY.

Byounggon yelling into Yoonbins upside down mic shit I'm already stoked.

Tag urself I'm all the boys backstage jumping up dancing around and singing along this performance is professional-been-debuted-for-years-already level I'm so sold.

How do you top this omfg. I'm calling it now. First place.

Listen I know Keita and Yedam are super cute AJ combination but can we not forget how fucking precious Junkyu and Mashiho AJ combo is? Aaaaaahhhhh

GOOD SCORE. THEY EARNED IT. AMAZING.

Okay Team DNA let's see what u got.

Yedam and Seunghuns vocal skills fuck me up they're so good. How has SH not gotten recognized by YG yet fucc

Poor Yedam, not being able to practice must be messing with him, I hope he did well in his exams.

One hour. One hour to prepare. And he did it. Genius in fucking deed. Honestly from the beginning Yedam is the only one I'm not worried about he's going to debut or this thing is rigged.

This performance is so good but I wish it was shown before Dumb and Dumber cause it doesn't have the same vibe.

Omfg Haruto is so funny I'm ded

YG praising Yedam and Yedams cute reaction <3

HE COMPLIMENTED SEUNGHUN FINALLY. FINALY. FINALLY. FINALLY. TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH YOU EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE TRASH HEAP.

GET BACK TO US IN ONE MINUTE?????? NO TELL ME NOW.

I KNEW IT I KNEW DUMB AND DUMBER WOULD GET FIRST YAAAAA-omg I'm so worried. I'm stressing who will get eliminated.

Omg they're all such lovely friends look how mature and loving they are in such an awful competition, supporting and rooting and crying for each other.

Is it just me or does YG look disappointed?

Tag urself again I'm the treasure makers calling for YG to debut all of them.

Oh my stress. Elimination.

Yedam and Haruto obvi. "These two were somewhat expected" ya duh

AM I A JINX??? AM I A JINX???? WHY DO ALL THE ONES I SUPPORT GET ELIMINATED. SEUNGHUN DESERVES TO DEBUT HE IS READY. DID I DO THIS? IM SO SORRY IM SORRY SEUNGHUN.

First crying is here. I'm crying. This is so fucked look at them all of them. This is awful. Why am I torturing myself.

Keita too this is fucking awful nooooo

THAT WAS HIS MOM???? HIS MOMMA FINALLY GOT TO WATCH HIM BE AMAZING AND GET COMPLIMENTED AND NOW THIS. I'm so worried about him I so hope he continues just a little longer and debuts, even if he has to switch companies to do it since YG treats him like garbage.

Oh God this is worse. Team Boomerang

Hyunsuk ohhhh honey, oh babyyyyy ohhh noooo me too aaahhhhhh

I'm so happy for Jihoon because of his difficulties but the others.... aauugghhh theres no happiness here they're just sad because this competition has been set up to be so unfair and hurtful gdi

Fuck. Last one. Fuck fuck. Fu c k

Jongseob babyyyyy this show did you so dirty.

I was betting Junghwan would be the one and I'm happy for him but also just devastated in general. This is such a massive loss, we just lose so many every week. It would be so much less painful and sad if they just had the boys that were actually ready to debut compete and had smaller elimination rounds but nooooo u want us all to hurt.

Random note but I really like Jaehyuks speaking voice. It's so soft and gentle.

HOW MANY. SAY 7. SAY 9. SAY 11. SAY 28. I'll settle for 7 but sAY 28.

Okay 7. fucK that means we're losing 4. FuCk.

BRINGING BACK 2???? WHO? WHO???? PLEASE SEUNGHUN. PLEASE SEUNGHUN. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. Ffffff who else should come back?

Omg if they bring Seunghun back and then eliminate him again ima be so pissed.

Fuck who is coming back oh god.

Now I'm just gonna be stressed for another week yay.

Please know I love all the trainees with my whole heart and I will support anyone who debuts, I mean no offense at all to anyone and let me know if I've said something harmful.

I cried like 8 times gawd.

#yg treasure box #yg treasure box episode 9 #treasure box reaction #yg treasure box thoughts #why do i torture myself with this show #i just want them all to be happy and successful #when i think of other shows and the ones who didnt make it #and never debuted #it fucks me up #im so worried

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hyyunjinn · 6 years

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Things I Love About Stray Kids (2/∞)

a/n: hello, this is gonna be a series now because 1) I’m really happy this week, like I legit haven’t been this genuinely happy in a long time and 2) I love them more than I thought sO HERE WE GO AGAIN!

Chan

okay, this is sad but, the fact that he believes he’s the only one who carries the team? he’s blaming himself for the eliminations and didn’t even want to rejoice with everyone else because he wanted them to forgive him first. like no chan, it was never your fault--you already do so much for the team and everyone knows that. but it’s definitely admirable

HIS FRIENDSHIP/RELATIONSHIP WITH THE REST OF JYPN IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, PUREST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD U G H HE’S LIKE THE LITTLE BROTHER OF EVERYONE WHILE HE’S ONE OF THE OLDEST IN HIS GROUP LIKE YES WHAT A CONTRAST IT’S SO CUTE

that *O* face he does is super cute yo

hiS CURLY HAIR IS S U C H a look

“i really love you guys”

^^ gave me a heart attack

HIS HAPPY CHEESY SMILE ALSDFJLASDF THAT COMPLETELY LIGHTS UP HIS FACE

his awkwardness lmao

hello can we have a mini series of chan’s kitchen please

Woojin

“HI HELLO”

^^ HE ALREADY SAID THAT MULTIPLE TIMES AND ALSDFJSD SAME BC IDK IF THAT’S A REF TO DAY6 OR NOT BUT THE WAY HE SAYS IT IS SO CUTE

yo his killing parts in aLL THE SONGS S I G H

i love watching him perform

um, his model poses are--ACTUALLY ALL OF HIS SELFIES AND NON-OFFICIAL PHOTOS ARE SUPER CUTE YO HE’S CUTE

giving his pizza crust to chan slkfjdasfd

HIS FOREHEAD YO

that dark blue, red cuffed plaid flannel he wore last ep? A BLESSING

he seems so insecure ever since the “not a main vocal” criticism and like? he’s working so hard? so fill up his role because he feels like he doesn’t uphold it? like idk what “not a main vocal” means but i just want everyone to appreciate how much he’s taking care of himself to improve

Minho

HELLO MY BABY IS BACK AND GONNA BE IN THE CENTER FOR THE DANCES AND BE SLAYING YO THIS ISN’T EVEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT SK ANYMORE IT’S ME YELLING ABOUT MINHO’S FXKN COMEBACK BECAUSE DO YOU SEE THE TEASERS FOR NEXT WEEK--SUCH AN AMAZING DANCER I LITERALLY CANNOT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF HIM

SUCH A POWERFUL VISUAL HE ALREADY GOT TWO FANSITES--HYUNJIN IS SHAKING

he, can dance to Lie, Begin, Dope, Blood Sweat and Tears, Spring Day, idk probably all BTS songs w h a t t a l e n t

HE EVEN APPEARS LIKE THREE TIMES IN AN OFFICIAL BTS PHOTOBOOK LIKE I STAN A LEGEND

okay but also, we have to talk about that brown jacket/striped shirt look he wore last ep bc it iS C U T E

he’s also that lowkey weird that if you don’t catch it, you won’t know so he passes off as the normal one of the group and it makes it x4837234 more funnier

did I already say this a millio--I LOVE EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM

him giving up on Felix’s Korean

also, the fact that his earrings are just these black circles and tbh it’s sorta hot b y e

bonus: i miss him so much and i really really really i need more content of him and get to know him better before i combust

Changbin

is so willing to help everyone in the group oh man he’s so kind

doesn’t even get mad when everyone picks on him and just goes along with it

I KNOW EVERYONE HAS SAID THIS BUT IT’S AMAZING HOW HE COMPLETELY DESTROYED HIS “DARK CONCEPT” IN THE FIRST EPISODE AND NOW EVERYONE IS JUST LIKE “CHANGBINNIE YOU’RE SO CUTE I LOVE YOU”

goes with the flow of things so well--he gets along with everyone pretty nicely and I think that’s pretty cool

“AH”

tbhlowkeysortadonewithjypbutthatsjustwhatithinksodontquotemeonthis

H I S B O Y F R I E N D O U T F I T S man changbin stans how you doin

what was that extra pose when taking a picture like klasjdflskadf

WHAT WAS THAT POST ICE SKATING DATE PIC WITH HIM ON THE TABLE

Hyunjin

PHOTOGRAPHER!HYUNJIN MY ABSOLUTE FAVE CONCEPT

like laying on the ground for the perfect angle? wHAT A MOOD

wait, fanboy!hyUNJIN WHEN HE JUST OBVIOUSLY STARES AT JINYOUNG OH MY GOSH YOU COULDN’T BE LESS OBVIOUS I LOVE THIS KID

how he wants so badly to improve? i really admire how much effort he’s putting into his rap and it’s really amazing to watch and hear the improvement since hellevator

“YAH”

he seems like he has his life together and has a pretty nonchalant facade but seeing through the cracks of his insecurities makes him so human and like him so much more than i think i would?

HE’S ALWAYS DANCING HONESTLY THAT’S SO CUTE WHAT A NERD

UM HIS GIGGLES GET ME EVERY TIME PLEASE STOP A T T A C K I N G ME HONESTLY

ASKLDJF GOTTA BRING THIS BACK BUT WHEN HE JUST SLIDES AND OPENS HIS MOUTH FOR CHAN TO FEED HIM WAS SO FUNNY I’M NOT OVER IT

Jisung

that fKN KILLING PART IN YOUNG WINGS LSKADJFALSDF AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THE LITTLE GIGGLE HE DID AT THE END OF STRAY CUTS 4

he’s so bright and happy and optimistic everyone needs a Jisung in our lives

casually just smushes his face into the camera so i can see his pretty eyes duh thanks kid

okay but when he was singing that parody of Don’t Wanna Cry he did this little thing to his vOICE THAT SOUNDS SO AMAZING I CAN’T GET OVER IT LIKE LAKSJDFLASDF WTF TA L E N T

he’s so annoying i love him asldkfjasdf like idk if i like him behind the cam and annoying his members or on screen doing something weird honestly probably both

THAT PICTURE CHANGBIN TOOK OF HIM BITING THE CHAIN LSKADFJSDF EWWW LMAO

WOAH WHEN WE SAW A GLIMPSE OF PRODUCER JISUNG THAT WAS SO COOL

no but seriously? he’s so optimistic and supports everyone and he’s so wonderful and kind and super talented but i think we know that and s i g h i hope ya’ll appreciate this mess of a boy bc OH MY GOSH I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT I LOVE BRACES JISUNG HAHAHAHHAHAHA

Felix

honestly, i really just like his black hair and i think ya’ll should know this

he’s such a hard worker?? when he showed us the time at 5 in the morning--I have a feeling he stayed up that long rather than waking up at 5 kid don’t do that it’s not healthy but! he’s doing so much and it’s amazing

OKAY BUT LIKE, THAT PLOT TWIST OF THE CENTURY WHEN HE TOLD CHANGBIN TO KISS HIM LIKE ALSKDFJSLDF MINHO WAS SO READY TO STRANGLE HIM ONLY FOR HIM TO BE LIKE “hyung kiss me” alskdjfasldf what is with him

“annyeonghaseyo“ in thAT DEEP VOICE OF HIS BABY OH MAN WHAT A WAY TO COME BACK

his orange smile laskfjdlasdf

him adjusting jeongin’s outfit was so cute hehe

the way he clings onto jisung is super cUTE UGH THEY’RE LIKE ATTACHED BY THE HIP AND IT’S SO CUTE idk if it’s bc they’re a day apart so they’re like “WE’RE TWINS NOW” or bc jisung can speak english apparently? something like that?

i think people forget that he’s more than just a meme and a deep voiced boy? i love watching him practice dancing in the background and like? he’s part of dance line? LET ME SEE HIM DANCE MORE OMG

ASKLDFJSDAFL WHEN HE MESSED UP ON THAT ONE WORD AND MNET HAD TO EDIT IN THE MISSING CHARACTER ASKLDFJSD THAT WAS SO FUNNY YOU WERE SO CLOSE KID

Seungmin

HELLO THIS IS MY UNDERRATED BABY WHO DESERVES THE WORLD bc he’s funny as heck guys why do you not notice this

honestly im gonna say it agaiN: HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONs especially when he has that dumb dazed look askldfjasdf what a boy

messes around with Jeongin in the back

when he cornered jeongin u H

he writes things in his journal to improve! and he is!

i really hope he stands out a little bit more when he performs! i hope he’s working on it! but I also like how if you are a seungmin stan, you’ll notice the small things he does when he performs and it’s like a little secret only people who deserve to know, knows and he knows it’s just between him and his fans saklfjsadf

when he decides to be a lil sht like that one time chan and hyunjin was arguing and he’s just like “we’ll take three ramens and a packet of dumplings” or something like that

can i just say that his clothing style is probably my favorite because i gush about each outfit he wears like all the time?

he’s so into singing and you can see it every time he does and it’s wonderful

Jeongin

WHEN HE WAS CRINGING BECAUSE OF HIS PARENTS: WHAT A MOOD

WHEN HE GUNNED HIMSELF BECAUSE OF JISUNG’S KILLING PART: WHAT A MOOD PT 2

WHEN HE ESCAPED JISUNG’S WRATH AND RAN TO THE OTHER SIDE AND CHEEKILY WAVED AT HIM: WHAT A MOOD PT 3

his escalator impression was hecka nice

OKAY WE BARELY SAW IT BUT LIKE? THE FACT THAT PEOPLE ARE FINALLY PRAISING HIM BECAUSE HE SPENT ALL THOSE TIMES PRACTICING BY HIMSELF TO STRENGTHEN HIS VOICE I’M SO PROUD OF HIM

this baby always has a smile on his face and it’s the most infectious smile ever and i love him i love him please stay as happy as you can be because you deserve everything and more

*screeches* HIS BANDANNA LOOK IN SCHOOL LIFE KLASDJFASD I LOVE IT SO MUCH

when he was all shy shy with all the girls screaming his name at the busking: tag yourself i was the girls spiritually yelling his name

hAH I ALSO SEE THE BLACKPINK FANBOY IN HIM OHOHO THAT’S SUPER CUTE

#stray kids #cici's stray thoughts #things i love about stray kids

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thefinalcinderella · 6 years

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DIVE!! Book 3 Chapter 10-CHAMPION TOMOKI

The penultimate chapter! Looking back, this title’s pretty funny.

This chapter is very long, so I recommend reading this on desktop.

Full list of translations here

Previously on DIVE!!: Youichi spills his sad, kind of pathetic life story.

November 28, 1:30 P.M. In the northern part of Kanagawa prefecture, a huge crowd of people hailing from many different regions gathered at the “Sagamihara Green Pool,” located on the Sagamihara Plateau.

The verdant green Yokoyama Park housed a tennis court, baseball field, a track-and-field stadium, and other facilities. The pool was situated in that part, built in 1998 for the National Athletic Meet in Kanagawa, and had a huge dome-shape exterior as well as a white and grey, modern-looking interior. At a glance, it still looked young.

On the contrary, the age groups of the spectators who filled the stands on this day were older, enshrouded in a banqueting mood that was closer to cherry-blossom viewing rather than watching sports. They were people cheering on the “Underwater Walking Championship・National Seniors’ Competition” going on at the main pool.

Meanwhile, the stands for the men’s high diving finals of the Sino-Japanese Diving Competition at the diving pool were as empty and desolate as ever. The top two Japanese divers who earn more than 600 points in this competition would be given the right to represent at the Olympics. Because of the JASF launching such a plan, the number of people who wished to participate had drastically increased, and thanks to the qualifiers being in the morning, there was an unusually large number of spectators. But as the athletes were eliminated by the qualifiers, the buzz in the stands also faded. Still remaining in the completely deserted seats were the people who were concerned with the twelve advancing into the finals.

In the midst of the different DCs and families forming their own little clusters, there was one diver who got the attention of the diving-concerned parties while staying still in a corner of the upper seats, away from the MDC group.

It was Youichi.

Despite his plain outfit of black hoodie and khakis, Youichi at times had attention attracted more to himself than to the athletes on the platform. That was understandable, as he was someone in the middle of a maelstrom who had come to calmly spectate.

Wherever it leaked from, the story that Youichi had directly appealed to Chairman Maebara had already reached every corner of the diving world. That Fujitani Youichi had returned the unofficial representative nominations to a blank slate by himself—an overwhelming number of people had criticized it as an arrogant, foolish act. Or coldly scorned it. Not to mention, there was something extraordinary about the resentment of everyone involved with the MDC, who had lost their guarantee of continued club operation thanks to Youichi. His clubmates and guardians privately and openly vented their disappointment in him, who had been a star until recently. The President of Mizuki promptly announced the withholding of his commercial appearance. His father Keisuke, since he learned of Youichi’s reckless action, did not try to make eye contact with him if he wasn’t only going to say a single word—.

In the midst of those intense criticism, that were more than he had expected, Youichi had never once explained himself. Even if he did do it, he himself had no reasons to make everyone accept it. He only wanted to go to the path that he himself accepted, and if the compensation for that was being talked about being his back as an “idiot” and “weirdo” and “egoist”, then he was willing to resign himself to it.

Although, he wasn’t completely isolated. People such as Yoriko and Kayoko, the officials who were critical of the JASF’s way of doing things from the start, and the divers who had a chance to go to the Olympics thanks to this unexpected result, defended and supported Youichi from different points of view.

On this day of destiny, Shibuki materialized on the stands right before the start of the finals, and sat down with a thump next to Youichi. He was, once again, one of those few allies of his.

“How were the qualifiers?”

Shibuki asked Youichi as he yawned. He pushed his bed hair against the back of his seat. He had probably been sleeping until noon.

“The one who passed to the top was the seventy-two-year-old old man, Yamanouchi Tatsuo, from Saitama.” Youichi answered.

“What?” The look in Shibuki’s eyes changed. “That’s…no way. Impossible.”

“It is, since he was in the over-70 category of the Underwater Walking Championships.”

Shibuki scowled at him. “I’m talking about diving, of course.”

“If you cared about it, get up earlier and come watch it. It was pretty impressive. Everyone’s been going all out since the qualifiers.”

“So, who went to the top?”

“Of course Teramoto-san. Reiji got eliminated in eighteenth place, and Tomo advanced to the finals in sixth place. Plus, among the nine Japanese people left in the finals, Tomo’s fourth. He’s not practicing that desperately just for show.”

“There’s nine Japanese people left in the finals…?” Shibuki repeated in a sober voice. “Two of those people who get more than 600 points will get to hug the koalas.”

“No, except for Teramoto-san who has been settled upon for Sydney, there’s just one person left. Teramoto-san has immediately earned 600 points in yesterday’s springboard competition, so he’s already clear. He really is incredible.”

“One person left…”

Both of them turned their humbled gazes towards the diving tower.

The concrete dragon, backed by a window that looked out at the greenery, was coloured by the faint afternoon sunlight and the light from the ceiling, waiting for its challengers. The twelve athletes who passed the qualifiers stood in a line at the bottom of the steps in order of descending rank, doing light jumps and revolving their arms as they prepared for the start of the finals. It’s said that observers could understand the condition of an athlete just by watching those movements, but Tomoki’s movements were natural and without strain, making one feel an unprecedented stability.

“Did you talk to Sakai?”

“Oh, just a little after the qualifiers. I was thinking of telling him that I came to watch out for him if he was going to do a flat performance, but when I saw him looking so happy from passing with a sixth place, I became too mean. So I said something completely different like, ‘I’m never going to forgive you if you get more than 600 points.’”

“You’re pretty childish too,” Shibuki placed his thick palm on Youichi’s shoulder. “But, I’m finding that complicated personality of yours more and more interesting. You’re usually smart, but at the most crucial moment, you also managed to do the most foolish thing in the world.”

“You’re also foolish enough like that. You’re not sane at all to withdraw at the very last moment from the competition that would have let you go to Sydney. The title of the world’s biggest fool is perfect for you.”

“No, I was…told by the doctor to rest my back for a while longer. I’m already using small amounts of energy to do the techniques I’m doing now.”

“Those new dives? I heard that you’re doing secret special training with Asaki Kayoko, but what on earth are you guys doing?”

“I’m not telling. Or rather, if I have to say something, they’re techniques like the end of an impact match.” (1)

“What the hell is that?”

“See it with your own eyes next month.”

“But, if a Japanese person other than Teramoto-san gets more than 600 points in the competition, there won’t be a next one.”

“At that time, let’s dive together into the sea, even. I’ve told you before, but I returned in order to dive once more with you guys. For that, the stage can be anywhere.”

To the cheerfully smiling Shibuki, Youichi was now able to return an open smile.

“The sea? That’s not bad. But that’s talk for when I return from Sydney.”

Right then, a solemn voice announced the beginning of the finals.

Was the harsh condition of 600 points a stroke of good fortune? The Olympic right to represent was granted at the finals, where a barrage of performances overflowing with vigour followed one after the other, becoming a high-level battle that was rarely seen. Nonetheless, 600 points was a post too far for divers.

As Chairman Maebara said, 600 points was not a superficial score. Even in the three-year period between 1996 to 1998, there were only three divers who earned over 600 points throughout all of the domestic competitions. Except for Teramoto, two of them had already retired.

Incidentally, during those three years, the average score for the winners of boys’ high diving at the Middle School Selections was only 265 points. Will Tomoki, who had never advanced to Nationals from the Middle School Selections, be introduced to the overwhelming gap between him and Teramoto Kenichirou, who boasted a superhuman record of 670 points as his highest core?

However, Tomoki was shortening that gap at a terrifying speed under Kayoko’s coaching. Youichi was always conscious of the existence that was steadily approaching him from behind, and as he watched the competition, he held the fear that maybe Tomoki wasn’t chasing after him, but Teramoto. The Tomoki of this day was so bright, that each of his performances shining with an unprecedented, sharp power.

Meanwhile, though the Chinese divers that Coach Sun led were still rookies in their home country, they knew all about “showy performances.” Their inherent flexibility, sense of speed, and level of perfection of techniques—all the Japanese divers were relieved that they weren’t competing against them for the Olympic representation right. It was probably because of their obsession of “I want to win everything” did not compare to that of the Japanese that the Chinese influence made little progress into the finals.

The scores of the top six at the end of the first half (restricted-choice dives) were as follows:

1 Teramoto Kenichirou—232.40

2 Dai Yi-Chen—217.51

3 Oomiya Izumu—211.58

4 Sakai Tomoki—210.22

5 Huang Liang—181.37

6 Pinky Yamada—179.08

At this competition, where university, high school, and adult divers from all over the country, as well as the Chinese divers, exhausted their hardest efforts, Tomoki had somehow emerged at fourth place.

“Well, this…might be kind of dangerous.”

“It is. This isn’t a joke at all.”

During the twenty-minute rest time, Youichi and Shibuki were filled with a trepidation as they waited for the second half in the stands, a sorrow floating behind their backs like travellers who missed getting on a ship that only came once in four years.

They never thought that Tomoki would have made such strenuous efforts up to this point. If there was a possibility of someone else other than Teramoto getting more than 600 points, right now, it would probably be the third-place Oomiya of the Nippon Sport Science University. However, given the situation, they couldn’t help but admit that that estimate was too optimistic.

“The problem is the degree of difficulty.” Youichi calmly analyzed. “Tomo has 210 points right now, so he’ll need to take 390 points for the free-choice dives in order to surpass 600 points. Meaning, he’ll need an average of 65 points for each performance…damn! Even I never did that. What’s more, since he doesn’t have techniques with such high difficulty rates, if he is to get an average of 65 points, he’ll need to perform all six entries perfectly.”

“Is he going to do the 4½?”

“No,” Youichi whispered in response to Shibuki’s suddenly low voice. “Asaki Kayoko stopped him. She told him that it was too reckless to do a technique that he still hadn’t succeeded at even once at a competition. It’s a wise decision.”

“Especially with this development.”

They looked at each other, then sighed deeply at the same time.

“If Sakai ends up going to Sydney, would we be able to see him off with a smile?”

“Impossible. I’m going to secretly send back the moth orchids that I got from Tomo with express delivery. They’re a bit withered.”

Though he murmured that with faraway eyes, in truth, Youichi still couldn’t believe in Tomoki’s victory. He would never be able to do all six free-choice dives perfectly, he made light of him somewhere within.

Even Teramoto failed once or twice doing competitions. However, because Teramoto’s dives had dizzyingly high degrees of difficulty, he was able to easily surpass 600 points. Tomoki could not tolerate small mistakes, much less failures.

An average of 65 points. Right now, that’s still too far away—.

When the main pool erupted with cheers for the winning team of the “Backwards Walking Relay,” Youichi continued to stubbornly think that.

However, victory or defeat cannot be known.

Contrary to Youichi’s prediction, Tomoki had somehow managed to complete three rounds of the second half’s free-choice dives perfectly without making a single mistake.

His average score was 61.4 points.

Although he stopped short of 65 points, this made everyone doubt their own eyes.

On the contrary, the performances of the veteran Oomiya had become more passive as he entered the second half, a painful mistake in somersault after the third round causing him to descend in rank. With that, Tomoki finally climbed up to second-place among the Japanese divers.

First place was of course Teramoto, and his victory will have already been decided once the last three rounds were over, but Japan’s reigning champion still continued to dive to the end with his full power. It was the usual for him to force a battle with himself in domestic competitions with no worthy rivals. Nobody could be motivated without fighting spirit, aspirations, or anything to drive themselves on with. That loneliness, that irritation, and that heavy pressure—it was as though his diving was sending all of those things flying, and there was no reason for spectators to not be moved by it.

Whether or not the champion’s vigour inspired him, Tomoki’s performances became more and more tinged with an intensity that approached ghastliness as he advanced into the competition, and he finally registered a high score of 66.23 points for his fourth entry.

There were two more entries left.

At this stage, Tomoki had 460.65 points.

139.35 points more until the desired 600 points.

Calculating the degrees of difficulty from the last two rounds, Tomoki would only be bound for Sydney if five judges (among the seven, the highest and lowest scores are excluded) gave more than 9 points.

Five of the judges giving 9 or more points. Was such a thing possible or impossible? Nobody could have predicted this, and the stands of the diving pool were covered with a suffocating feeling of tension.

Youichi was also very tense, and as he was desperately suppressing his body that was going to lash out if he lost focus, he never moved his eyes away from Tomoki, who had transformed into something else.

On the contrary, he might had become an enemy.

Perhaps because he was too tense, when it was finally the crucial fifth round, he had to leave his seat.

He couldn’t hold in the urge to go to the washroom any longer.

He quickly slipped through the exit, and ran to the washroom outside the venue. He suppressed his impetuous feelings and released what he had been holding in. Even at that moment, Youichi’s mind was still in the venue.

There’s no way he can get it. Even if Tomoki hid an unpredictable and explosive hidden power, there’s no way he can get an average of 69 points…

As he recited those spell-like words in his heart, the shadow of a person slowly walked towards him from behind, lining up shoulder to shoulder next to Youichi. Despite the fact that the washroom was virtually empty, it was as though they expressly aimed to stand right next to him.

Déjà vu. It seemed like something like this happened somewhere before…

Youichi looked towards them in surprise, and sure enough, there was Chairman Maebara, with a smile in his eyes that showed that he was probably up to something, doing his business as vigorously as ever.

“I didn’t expect you to come.”

A strange second meeting due to a strange destiny.

Although it was expected that Chairman Maebara would only show up at an important competition that wagered the Olympic right of representation, he never thought that they’d meet again in this sort of place.

“The home country of the four people invited this time has a fable called “The Snipe and the Clam” (2). While someone is disputing with someone else, an unrelated third party gets all of the benefits. As expected, people on the continent say good things. I just wanted to offer these words to you. How did it ever happen that the right of representation that you’ve thrown away, is now going to be stolen away by your junior?” (3)

Youichi returned an undaunted, forced smile, as he always did when dealing with provocations.

“I have mixed feelings, of course. But, if this is how things are going, then I hope to do my best until the end. If Tomo gets the representation right, then I’ll grow up and accept my defeat, and then cheer him on like a good sport.”

“I see. How sportsmanlike. But, are you serious?”

“Of course it’s a joke.”

“Indeed,” Chairman Maebara nodded, looking convinced. “But, this might not end with a joke.”

“Huh?”

“Sakai Tomoki. That child is frightening.”

Leaving with those words in a low voice, he left briskly through the exit.

Youichi, who he had already finished his business with, chased after him. He wanted to use this opportunity to clarify something.

“Um, I missed the chance to ask about this before, but…well, now I feel like I don’t care about it anymore, but is there some sort of link between my unofficial Olympic nomination and the discussions of the commercial from Mizuki?”

“Link?”

“Mizuki was looking for a star to sell sports drinks. The JASF was looking for a star to spread diving into the world. So the idea that such motives had an effect on the Olympic selections is…”

“Impossible.” Chairman Maebara interrupted him before he could finish, looking annoyed. “The only stars for us, Fujitani-kun, are medalists.”

Abruptly throwing that over his shoulder, he started walking again. There was only an obsession with medals in that grey head. Everything else may have been like watermelon seeds to him. While thinking about the possibility that the JASF and Mizuki were connected, unbeknownst to Chairman Maebara, Youichi no longer tried to dig up those watermelon seeds any longer.

“Please wait. There’s one more thing…”

Instead, he voiced his second question.

“This is from more than twenty years ago, but sir, you wrote a booklet titled ‘Diving Manual,’ right? It’s a really detailed book, and it can be used as a reference even now. But, even though you live in the world of swimming, why would you write a book about diving?”

“There were two reasons. One, because my wife, who died young, was a diver. Even though she was an average diver who always lost in the qualifiers, even when she retired she would only talk about diving. And it might be because I am a sentimental man, I did for my wife something that she couldn’t do during her lifetime.”

Chairman Maebara cleared his throat, to force out the warmth that coiled around his voice somewhere.

“I wrote that book a long time after my wife passed away, but in truth, at that time there was a girl who liked divers. Her unyielding strength, and yet frightened appearance when she was on the platform was very similar to my wife. Well, to cut a long story short, I wanted to do something for that girl.”

Youichi was bewildered by that unexpected answer.

“Both of those reasons are related to women, huh.”

“Yes, they are. If you lived a little more, you’ll understand.”

He smiled meaningfully. “That’s all, I suppose?” Chairman Maebara said as he prepared to take his leave this time.

“Just one last thing.” Youichi raised a third question that had come into his mind just now.

“Have you ever touched that girl’s butt?”

Chairman Maebara, about to head back to the venue, stopped his foot in midair. The uncertain balance had been destroyed, and he turned around towards Youichi while staggering.

A mysterious smile appeared on his face.

“I wonder which one are you more interested in: my answer or the outcome of the finals?”

Youichi, taken aback, came back to his senses.

That’s right, right now it’s the climax of the finals…Tomoki’s fifth round!

It wasn’t that he had no curiosity about the last answer. However, Youichi couldn’t stop running to the venue. He was annoyed with himself for getting absorbed in talking when it was such an important time. What was happening to Tomoki in the competition?

When Youichi barged into the venue, the stands were enveloped in a strange silence. He knew by looking at the pool that it wasn’t the quiet before the storm, but after.

Tomoki was in the deep-blue pool, having just finished his fifth round.

Youichi controlled his breathing, then cautiously turned towards the electric scoreboard.

9 points.

10 points.

9.5 points.

10 points.

9 points.

8.5 points.

10 points.

Total, 71.25 points.

Overall score, 531.9 points.

Youichi reeled at the three perfect scores.

Finally, Tomoki approached the point where he had 68.1 points left until the destined 600 points.

During the competition’s first round, the golden sun was shining behind the platform, but now it was tending towards the west, pouring a smoky orange from the side windows. Popularity had died out in the main pool, where the competition had already ended, and spectators from the stands left one by one.

The venue suddenly fell completely silent. (4)

Now, a lone boy was trying to entrust his fate to only 1.4 seconds.

The last entry.

The event was the forward 3½ somersault in tuck position.

When Tomoki slowly appeared on the ten-meter to contend, Youichi saw Kayoko tightly clasp her hands together in the stands. It was she who had taught the 3½ to that carefreely innocent boy, and she who persistently and resiliently polished him. It could be said that Tomoki took his first big step to a great breakthrough with that technique. Will he be able to soar to Sydney with that technique—?

Next to Kayoko, there was Keisuke’s back, not even making the slightest movement. Next to him, Ooshima was fidgeting restlessly. Sachiya was there. Ryou had came too. Reiji, who lost in the qualifiers, was there. Everyone, including Shibuki, who was holding his breath, were watching the ten-meter platform with intense concentration.

Just as his mouth became dry just by being in the stands, what was Tomoki thinking in this crucial moment, as he stood alone on the platform?

A nauseous tension.

A crushing pressure.

A fear of failure that would never leave, even for a moment.

As Youichi painfully understood those feelings, he couldn’t help wishing that he wanted him to do his best.

He wanted him to dive his best, and fail on top of that.

Please briskly scatter everywhere!

Youichi prayed with all his power, as a short whistle sounded, and Tomoki stepped forward.

His body had become a spring, as he lightly danced high into the air. A perfect takeoff. The somersaults that came after were filled with power and speed, and his body traced a beautiful arc, like a compass, as he rotated. A satisfying 3½ without an inch of deviation. At this point, everyone was convinced that Tomoki was going to Sydney.

This was probably when Youichi, Kayoko and Keisuke saw what Tomoki was trying to do.

Tomoki had done a perfect 3½, then right before his entry, he suddenly made a strange movement at the water’s edge. As if rejecting the water, he stretched out, and sank into the water as though a thread was snapped behind his back.

A violent splash sprang up.

That pillar of water has blocked Tomoki’s path to Sydney.

For a moment, everyone was unaware of what happened.

Even though the pool was five-meters deep, the waters were choppy, as though they had swallowed a strange, unexpected object.

The seven judges were the first to return to themselves, driven by their responsibility to score. They tilted their heads, or knitted their eyebrows, as they extended their fingers to the keyboard in front of them.

5.5 points.

5 points.

6 points.

4 points.

4.5 points.

5 points.

Total, 38.88 points.

Overall score, 570.78 points—.

A small shriek came from somewhere. And then the venue became filled with sound again.

Even when the next diver appeared on the platform, no one attempted to look in his direction.

The one who accepted this result more calmly than anyone else was perhaps the person who received it himself. Tomoki, getting out of the pool, glanced at the scoreboard, and walked briskly towards the Jacuzzi bath with a face that said, “that’s the way it is.” His expression didn’t even change, and his shoulders didn’t give off any hint of dejection.

Only when he saw that indifferent stride, did Shibuki, partly absentminded, suddenly spoke from next to Youichi.

“It couldn’t be…was he attempting the 4½!?”

Youichi sighed in place of a response.

Among all of the sighs that he sighed countless numbers of times during the competition, this one was the longest and deepest.

“There’s one more fool, huh.”

The heated battle between the twelve divers brilliantly ended with Teramoto Kenichirou’s 688.41 points, astoundingly beating his own personal best. Tomoki, who messed up his challenge for 600 points, would be lumped together as one of the eleven that lost, destined to be promptly consigned to oblivion in people’s memories. The spectators would not know the thoughts that he kept to himself during his final entry. They would only assess and praise the results of the winner. That was the nature of competitions, of victories and defeats.

After the competition, Youichi and Shibuki finally found Tomoki, who had disappeared before they knew it, nearby in an area wrapped in a twilight that was a darker blue than the water.

Tomoki was at the edges of the deserted Yokoyama Park, sitting by himself on a fence that separated the trees and the path. His exhausted appearance resembled a fish that had been taken out of water, as he looked at his feet with eyes that seemed to yearn for the water.

“Congrats,” Youichi spoke without hesitation, as he walked briskly towards him. “After consulting with Okitsu, we have decided that the champion for the title of world’s biggest fool is you, Sakai Tomoki-kun.”

Tomoki absentmindedly raised his head, slowly turning his gaze towards the two of them.

“Thank you. But, is that an honourable thing?”

“It’s not, you fool. If you did a faultless 3½ you would have gotten 600 points, but at the last moment you did that recklessly honourable and stupid thing. Where’s the guy that drove off from himself the representation right that was so hard to get?”

“Where’s the guy…” Shibuki interjected from the side. “The guy who’s going to return it to himself is right here.”

Youichi glared at Shibuki, then faced Tomoki again.

“Okay? If in the unlikely event that you succeeded at the 4½, you’ll get 0 points for breaking the rules, since you dived a technique that was different from the event that you stated beforehand. You were going to lose either way. You are crazy. Even if they circled the earth ten times, they wouldn’t be able to find another fool like you.”

He spoke mercilessly, but Tomoki did not refute any of it, and stared straight back at him.

The cold wind of November blew over them as they locked eyes with each other.

Eventually, as though he was outlasted, Youichi’s voice dropped.

“But, you knew that, and you were going to dive that from the beginning.”

“…”

“Though you pretended to give it up in front of Asaki Kayoko, you were actually going to dive the 4½ today from the start.”

“Youichi-kun, you…” Tomoki’s lips, paled from fatigue and the cold, were spasming. “Because you took back the Olympics…because you did something for us once again, I wanted to take back something with my own hands as well today.”

“…”

“Even though the competition was in vain, I properly took it back.”

A smile spread across Tomoki’s pale face. Youichi bit the back of his mouth to keep from laughing.

“If that’s the case, then you don’t have to feel dejected. Show everyone what you took back. Tell everyone that I tried to do something amazing.”

“I’m not dejected. I’m not. I was repeating it in my head so I wouldn’t forget it.”

“What is it?”

“The 4½…today, I feel like I finally grasped it.”

Tomoki’s whole body trembled, and he hugged himself like he was holding back something that was getting worked up.

“Like, maybe I can do it. Today, I thought for the first time that I can dive it. That feeling…I felt it for the very first time today. That’s why I don’t want to forget it, so I’m looping it over and over again because I want it to permeate into my brain, and then I want to succeed at it next time…”

Youichi and Shibuki looked at each other, startled, at the sudden heat in Tomoki’s voice.

The match was not over.

Or rather, this was just the beginning.

The stage of the decisive battle was next month. From now on, Tomoki will evolve day by day, moment by moment, continuing to threaten the two of them with his bottomless power.

“At the qualifying trials next month, I’ll definitely succeed at the 4½.”

Within Tomoki’s powerful declaration dwelled a confidence that he never had before.

“I’ll rotate more than anyone, and then next time, I’ll earn more than 600 points…and then, I’m going to Sydney.”

The strong wind started again, messing up Tomoki’s hair, which was still wet.

The trees behind him stirred as well, disturbing the deepening darkness.

When the wind ceased, Youichi’s lips regained their usual daring smile.

“You aren’t going to Sydney,” he said. “I’ll be blocking you.”

“We’ll be blocking you.” Shibuki corrected from the side.

The three of them, staring at each other, burst into joyful laughter.

They silently confirmed their respective resolutions, and then because it was cold, returned to the venue.

Translation Notes

1. Not sure what he’s saying here (おしまいのインパクト勝負)

2. A Chinese folktale about a snipe and a clam that were too busy fighting each other, and before they knew it, they both got caught by a fisherman.

3. Chairman Maebara uses “onore,” which is a rude way to refer to another person, so you know shit is going down.

4. Apparently, there’s a Japanese sound effect for “empty,” so originally, this line was like “Suddenly the venue sounded with emptiness.”

Next time on DIVE!!: Another conversation with Kayoko, and the meaning of “SS Special ‘99.”

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Chapter 11

“Everyone! Group up!” Ahsoka called as she deflected enemy fire. But only a few of them actually gathered together – most kept their distance.

“They’re coming in from everywhere!” Appo managed to blast a few of them.

“How did they breach the base? Did we not set up security systems?” Krell growled lowly, using the force and pulled an Umbaran fighter from the air, crashing in into the Umbarans.

“Must have been a malfunction or something!” Boomer managed to say before he got hit in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

“We can’t hold them off – they’ve got a full assault squad here!” Kano spotted the incoming tanks and fighters raining death from above.

“We can’t leave – we’ve got too many wounded and missing!” Slasher yelled over the screams and explosions, checking on Boomer.

“Look, there!” Ash pointed at the edges of the base, where Umbaran soldiers were dragging clones away and into empty hangers or prison blocks. “They’re taking prisoners?”

“This is not good!” Ahsoka thought, eyes going from the fallen to the captured. She could also feel the ground shake as the spider tanks walked, eliminating waves of soldiers in one fell swoop.

“I’m going to go look for Rex! He has to have a plan! Maybe I’ll run into Fives as well!” she said, unable to see or read the horror and sadness coming off her brothers.

“Don’t bother. He’s dead,” Pong said emotionlessly, and her body turned numb.

“…W-What?” she barely managed to react to blaster fire coming her way, her head swimming. She forced herself to focus, to try and find that familiar flicker in the Force but there was none.

“He was patrolling near the tower – it was the first target. He is either dead or captured. We cannot waste time on a dead man,” the Besalisk continued, throwing one of his sabers and slicing apart an incoming wave of Umbarans.

“Commander, what are your orders?” Appo asked and Tano froze for a few seconds. The world seemed to move slowly, she could see the blinding lights as soldiers fell, hear their screams their pleas. She saw the fires and the smoke rising from the base and saw the abled helping the wounded. They can’t win.

“Everyone, this is Commander Tano! I’m ordering a retreat! Help anyone you can and move into the forest!” she said into her communicator, fingers shaking and voice stuffy.

“You’re running away?” Krell asked in disbelief, sounding angered even.

“Yes, we are! We can’t continue to fight like this – we’ll die!”

“Victory to death, youngling,” Pong gave her a hard look, before jumping in the air and landing further away from their small group.

“Master Krell!” she couldn’t believe it. Was he seriously going to continue fighting like this? Or was he buying them time?

“Commander!” Appo gently took her shoulder. “We need to leave!”

“Right, let’s go! I’ll cover you!” she swallowed as she turned her back to the tower, to her friends and brothers. She felt like she was betraying them all, but there was nothing she could do right now.

“We… we had a plan,” Fives started weakly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “To destroy the supply ship.”

“And you succeeded,” Reeve said, giving a small nod. He had sat down on a nearby chair, sending away any onlookers and letting the medics work.

“At what price?” Jesse was clenching his fists, eyes hard. He almost moved again, but managed to stop himself before that.

“You’re all still alive, aren’t you?” there was a sadness in the Captain’s tone as he looked at them, his broken gaze casting them in silence.

“Things would have been better if Krell had just – just,” Jesse couldn’t even word it, but the 501st saw the tension rise around them. The medics stopped, staring at them with wide eyes and Reeve cursed under his breath.

“General… Krell? You were working with him?” one of them asked, his gaze slowly moving to the Captain. “…Did you know?”

“…” Reeve closed his eyes and refused to speak or look at anyone else.

“Did you know why he left?” another medic hissed and Fives and Jesse suddenly felt like they were intruding on a personal matter.

“I did,” the Captain said simply, looking at them with emotionless eyes. “What of it?”

“He got to manipulate, break and destroy others – and not just any other battalion. The 501st! The ones we look up to! How could you just-!”

“What was I to do?” Reeve’s anger suddenly flared as he stood up. “He left us here alone, for the first time since I can remember. I didn’t see it important as to why – and if I remember correctly, neither did anyone else!”

There was a tense silence in the tent now, as the medics shrunk into themselves and the Captain looked exhausted and guilty. His next words were a whisper and he turned his back to the newcomers.

“Better them than us.”

“C’mon Kix, work with us here…” Patch said quietly as he checked over his brother.

“…I’m fine,” Kix insisted, but didn’t struggle against the cold tools.

“Yelling and punching our Captain doesn’t really show that,” Scar sighed, looking over at the scans they did.

“He deserved it,” Kix winced as the words left his mouth, but didn’t try to deny them.

“You can’t blame him for what Fives, Jesse and Hardcase did. They knew what they were getting into,” Fixer gave him a steady glare.

“…”

There was silence for a few more minutes as they worked, before screams and yells got their attention. Seconds after, the sounds of fighters and tanks moving around made their hearts skip a few beats.

“Umbaran attack?” Scar asked, walking closer to the door and seeing a group of brothers getting blown to bits.

“We can’t fight them like this – there’s too many wounded!” Patch glanced behind himself and saw the hurt brothers either trying to show they can fight or looking in worry.

“Lock down the doors – we can’t let them in,” Fixer said as he saw one of the less injured soldiers working on the panel.

“What about the others?” Kix was looking between all of them in shock.

“We can’t risk it – I’m sorry,” Fixer said and set a hand on his shoulder.

“…I’m not going to sit here and let them all die!” Kix shrugged off the arm and made a mad dash for the closing doors. The yells and calls of his brothers were lost on him as the echoes of battle filled his limbs with adrenalin. He dropped down and slid across the floor under the door just in time, before it closed and he stood in horror at what he saw.

“I’m surrounded!”

“Can’t shake them off!”

“Anyone got a clear shot?”

“Hold on, I’m on my way!”

“There’s too many!”

Cody clenched his fists and glared at the battle before his eyes, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. This was a massacre. And where were their reinforcements? If this goes on, the entire division could be lost.

“Everyone, converge on me – we’ll strike at the heart of this enemy,” Kenobi said as every pilot seemed to let out a breath of relief. But it didn’t last long as they had to continue the battle, already exhausted.

“Commander! We’ve got incoming fighters!” Algo called and Cody spun around, eyes wide. He was about to order evasive maneuvers and to help, when Log cut in.

“They’re our sir! Reinforcements have arrived!” the wave of relief washing all of them in the command room could almost be seen as the Commander turned back out.

“Everyone, backup has arrived!”

“Apologizes everyone, we got careless,” General Tiin said as he flew in overhead, blasting the nearest enemies.

“It’s quite alright – you’re here now,” Obi-Wan replied as he led a squadron. “Now, how about we take care of these Umbarans and see if we can provide some assistance on the surface?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

He was running just like everyone else, following the ones at the front into the forest. The Commander’s order had gathered them together and they were moving.

“Anyone seen Tup or Dogma? They were in a hanger near the tower!” an older brother called as he looked around.

“Haven’t seen them sir!” Ink answered, but there was a shake in his voice.

“Kriff! I’m staying here in case someone else comes around – you follow Lieutenant Luv to the rendezvous point!”

“Sir-!” Topaz tried to speak, but the veteran cut him off.

“That’s an order rookie! Now go, get out of here!”

And just like that, they were running and moving again. The planet was as inhospitable as before, but now things seemed more crazy. In his head, he tried to pretend it was all just a simulation from Kamino as he and his brothers ran. The battle at the airbase was getting further and further away, but he felt like a traitor. Leaving his brothers to die back there, even if he was just a rookie, felt wrong. But he wondered how many veterans have felt this way? Maybe it was part of becoming a soldier.

“Hey, Sunny, you okay?” Ink asked him and he shook his head to clear his mind.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, fine… Just,” Sunny hated his how voice trembled. “This is insane…”

“Yeah, true there,” Seal said and gave out a nervous laugh. “But hey, at least we’re still together, right?”

“Right.”

Seconds later, the ground shook and a turquoise light seemed to appear all around them. A spider tank walked in from the high trees and Sunny was frozen there, staring at the weapon of death. There were screams all around him as brothers tried to fight or flee, but as the tank charged its cannon, he fell to his knees, shaking. Death awaits, he thought and closed his eyes. A moment later, there was indescribable pain, before it all vanished and he felt nothing at all.

“Lieutenant Luv, come in! Where are you and your squad?” came a broken staticy voice in an abandoned helmet as bodies lay all around the small field.

“Lieutenant? Answer me! Lieutenant!”

“Lieutenant? Answer me! Lieutenant!” Ahsoka was nearly pleading into her com. link, before closing her eyes and putting a hand over her face.

“Commander… If,” Appo started, standing by her side. “If they couldn’t make it, we need to leave… There are others counting on us. Different rendezvous points we’ve set up.”

“What’s going on here?” she whispered, fear in her eyes as she looked at the Sergeant.

“…A lot has happened. But I think it’s best we discuss it when we’re someplace safe. Umbaran’s are likely scattered all over in these woods,” Appo let out an exhausted sigh. If Rex really was… dead or captured, then he’s the one who replaces his command.

“Let me just – just do a quick scan. To see how many are alive and where they’re gathered most. And to try and find Rex or Fives,” she kept the last bit to herself as she sat down, legs crossed and heard the boys moving around her in a protective circle.

“Focus…” she said to herself, exhaling and concentrating on the Force flowing around her. It was wild and rapid, biting and almost cutting, but she endured it and expanded her focus from the woods. She sensed the others, the older ones leading and directing, the younger ones scared and confused… The dead and the dying in the woods, multiple flickers vanishing in an instant. It made it hard to breath.

Taking a shuddered breath, she continued and tried to move closer to the airbase, but just when she cleared the fog around it, she hit a wall. It sent a shockwave through her body, making her yell and lean on her knees, panting.

“Commander?” Kano asked as the others looked around for any danger.

“I – I can’t… sense anything inside the base…” she said fearfully, eyes wide. “Not a single vode, not the Umbarans… not even Master Krell.”

“…” the boys shared a look as Kano helped her stand, since she was still in a bit of a shock from the sudden block she ran into.

“We should get moving… Do you know where the others are?” Appo stepped closer.

“Yeah, I can lead us there…” Ahsoka nodded weakly.

“Sir!” Reeve heard just as he left the tent, his expression more tired than before. He didn’t linger after the small outburst inside, and the medics returned to what they were doing, even if more silently. The two 501st soldier didn’t say anything either, but he could clearly see the pity and sadness in their expressions.

“Yes?” he saw a rookie medic rushing to him, looking out of breath.

“The – The third one! 9112 finally finished the surgery!” he explained, but his expression didn’t seem to mirror the good news.

“How is he?” the Captain swallowed a lump in his throat. He was there when they found this trio and he saw the damage on the third one – didn’t look good at all.

“Alive,” the kid said firstly, but his expression was still sorrowful. “But… Well,” he fumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

“What it is?” now Reeve was starting to worry as he glanced at the main medical tent.

“His head sustained the heaviest damage and… well, we had to work on the most critical parts first so…”

The kids next words seemed to shake the old Captain’s world as a chill went up his spine. Of all the things to happen… He closed his eyes after the news, shaking his head even, and needed a few seconds to fully accept it.

“…Should we tell his brothers?” the kid asked in fear, eyes going past his superior and to the tent behind him.

“I’ll tell them… It’s best if they’re prepared for it,” Reeve said with a small nod. “Tell 9112 to get some rest – he’s been on his feet for a few days now.”

“He looked ready to fall down actually, but will do sir!” the rookie saluted and ran off again.

Reeve let out a tired sigh as he watched him and couldn’t help the pity that came to his eyes. There were so many young brothers here… Krell always seemed to get them early. And none of them had names. Any they managed to get on Kamino were dismissed and discarded once they joined this battalion. Maybe it was easier for them than the older ones… They haven’t gotten a real chance to use the name, so it might have been easier to revert back to numbers. It doesn’t make it right or any less painful, but it makes it easier for the Captain to tell apart the new and the old. After all, it seems they all have that same broken and empty expression now…

“So we’re stuck here now?” Fives said more than asked, a sigh following.

“Seems like it…” Jesse mused, staring at the top of the tent. “At least we’re all together eh?” he tried to lighten the mood, even giving a weak smile.

“Haha, yeah, true enough,” the ARC let out a small chuckle, before reaching carefully with his hand to the burned spot on his head.

“Hey, Jess?” he said quietly, staring off. “Do… do you think we can be what the Jedi are?”

“…What do you mean?” Jesse blinked, looking at his brother. “Force Sensitive?”

“Y-Yeah…” Fives cleared his throat, scratching his neck. “I told Rex before but… I um…” he swallowed before looking down at the other man. “I’ve been having dreams. Like, weird dreams, but they seem like stuff Ahsoka used to talk about. Seeing the future and all that,” he explained, throat stiff and voice low.

“What kind of stuff do you see?” Jesse wanted to understand, but it was something he couldn’t really wrap his head around.

“Like… It’s happened twice now,” Fives started, biting his lip a bit and putting his hands together on his lap. “I saw – heard,” he closed his eyes, unable to really explain it. “…Echo. I – I heard him in those dreams and… And not just him. I – I think Rex was there too, as was Krell and… and someone I can’t name,” just thinking about it made his body cold and his throat felt stuffy again. If he closed his eyes, he could almost see the dream again.

“A lot was happening and I was confused as hell, but… I know it was Echo.” He opened his eyes and saw Jesse staring at him in disbelief.

“Second time it happened… was just before I woke here,” a nervous smile was on the ARC’s face as he looked away, feeling a stinging in his eyes. These memories… they weren’t present to remember.

“The airbase was being attacked… Rex and Krell got into a fight but I couldn’t see what happened after. It – it was dark and hard to see and ended so fast I couldn’t-!” he took a deep, shuddered breath before continuing: “And – and Ahsoka was there, but she – she,” his voice kept breaking and he had to swallow again. “She was fighting Krell.”

He paused, catching his breath and turning back to see Jesse still looking confused and unbelieving as his brow furrowed. Fives was shaking now, his body cold and he bit down on his lip to avoid his teeth chattering. Why was he so damn scared? Because of the Force? Is that it?

“Fives…” Jesse said with a sigh, rubbing his face with both his hands. “That’s-,”

“Crazy, I know, but-!”

“I was going to say weird, yeah, but… I don’t know, feels entirely possible? You saw what Krell is like – I wouldn’t put it past him to do some of this stuff.”

“…And what about Echo?”

“…I honestly don’t know… A recording maybe? Your memories?” there was a pause as they only looked at each other, puzzled and worried.

“Ahem!” Reeve cleared his throat and got the attention of the two 501st boys. They seemed shocked, and wondered how much of the conversation he actually heard.

“I got some news for you two,” the Captain said stepping closer and saw them tensing, likely knowing what the news would be about.

“Your friend-,”

“Hardcase,” the two said immediately, knowing he likely had no idea what the man’s name was. But given so few brothers here had names, they just had to make it clear.

“Hardcase,” Reeve gave an acknowledging bow of the head. “His surgery is finished, however, there are some… complications.”

“What kind of complications?” Jesse nearly got up again, but Fives put a hand on his chest to keep him steady.

“…His head took the brunt of the damage and since there were other, primary injuries to take care of, our medics didn’t – couldn’t work on it fast enough,” the Captain avoided looking at them.

“You’re ignoring the question!” Jesse was feeling his heartbeat rise and breathing was becoming harder. He can’t lose another brother. Not like this.

“…His memory won’t be intact. 9112 said Hardcase will have gaps and missing pieces. Amnesia. How much, he can’t tell. But your friend, your brother, likely won’t remember the last few weeks at least.”

The silence in the tent was deafening. Jesse was choking on air, unable to form words or even move as Fives started with wide eyes and an open mouth. Amnesia. Seriously? He’s alive, that’s fantastic, but if he can’t remember…

“I’m sorry,” Reeve said and it sounded like he’s said so many times, he doesn’t believe in its meaning anymore. “But at least his duty won’t be hindered. He’s still a fully functional soldier.”

“And is that all that matters?” Fives had no idea where his anger came from as he stood up. Maybe from all the carp he’s had to deal with from Krell, or all the things he wishes he could have said to Rex back then. But it was burning his insides and he had to let it out.

“It’s how this works – the system we’re in. We can’t escape it, he won’t get off easy because he can’t remember,” Reeve managed to keep calm, but his eyes narrowed.

“That may the system, but it’s wrong!” the ARC clenched his fists. “I’m not just another number! None of us are!”

Another silence as Fives seemed surprised at his own words, Jesse was still looking in horror and Reeve seemed taken back. It lasted a few seconds, before the 112th soldier lowered his gaze and spoke up.

“…I used to believe that,” the Captain said quietly, as if scared someone would hear him. “There used to be so many of us with names, even when Krell was our General… But he changed one day, and forced us to numbers.”

“Then why-!”

“Because you either did as he said or you got killed!” Reeve’s own anger sparked, but his eyes carried only sadness. “My former squad mate, Loto, was killed – neck twisted by the Force – because he dared to speak back to Krell. Young brothers were getting slaughtered in suicide missions and we didn’t even have names for them! And all the while, here I was, carrying a name so many wished they could have!” the Captain was torn between anger and sadness as he spoke.

“I wore it like a badge of honor for a long time, before I saw what it really was. A mark. His mark on me, one I am never going to escape. I don’t have my name because I earned or deserve it. I have it, because he allowed it! Since then, it’s been a chain of shame…” his voice dropped as he started at the floor.

“So, forgive me if I don’t share your view on our lives. Because here? In the 112th? You are just a number. I try my best to help the rookies, or ease the veterans, but in the end, I’m more broken than any of them. I’m the oldest one here,” a humorless laugh escaped him as the two finally saw tears in his eyes.

“I can’t even do what some others have… Take my own life, on my terms. Because that’d mean leaving everyone here behind. I can assure you, Krell is not going to be happy. Having a broken Captain like me by his side is easier than trying to find a new one…”

“Things are calming down,” Tup said quietly, leaning over the edge of the hiding place. He was nervous, but at least he wasn’t alone.

“This is crazy,” Dogma whispered back, gripping his blaster close to his chest. They hid as soon as they could and managed to remain so while the Umbarans attacked all around. They wanted to help, but the logical parts of them told them they’d only get killed or captured. So, they stayed away and watched to try and find a chance to escape.

“Is that… General Krell?” Dogma asked in shock as the Besalisk landed by the tower entrance. For a few seconds, he felt relief because a Jedi could handle these bastards easy. But a second after he landed, Pong deactivated his sabers and the Umbarans seemed to… greet him? They certainly weren’t attacking him.

“What the-?” Tup asked in fear as they saw the Jedi talking to an Umbaran who seemed to be the leader, given the additions on his armor.

“Shh!” Dogma hissed and pulled his friend back behind the wall just as some Umbarans turned towards their spot.

“Is – is he working with them?” the question seemed to echo in both their heads as they felt cold. So cold. And watched.

“W-We need to move!” Dogma was shaking, entering a near panic as his voice was hardly raised. But before either could really move, something big and menacing jumped behind them, lightsabers drawn and a smirk on the Besalisk’s face.

“What have we here?” Krell asked, voice sadistic as the two soldiers trembled under his sheer strength. It was like they were suffocating and couldn’t even aim their weapons.

“Take them to the lab – we have more volunteers,” the General said and suddenly Umbarans surrounded the two and cuffed them.

The two couldn’t even speak as they continued to stare the monster before them, bodies cold and almost numb as their minds tried to understand and process what the hell was going on. They just knew it wasn’t good.

Cut! Phew, we were jumping all over the places weren't we? Hopefully it wasn't confusing ^^" If any of you have questions, feel free to ask and I'll try my best to explain (without spoilering the story) Thanks a lot for reading! I hope you enjoyed and if you did, please review! I love hearing what you lovely mates think! =D Till next time~

#Ahsoka Tano #fives #jesse #Pong Krell #appo #dogma #tup #kix #captain reeve #the 112th #Aru'e Tio'r (Enemy Within)

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Thoughts on the concept songs performances

ok so it usually takes me a while to process the performances, and also I wanted to rewatch them again while writing this, so a bit late but I wanted to share my thoughts on the performances~ Feel free to let me know if you agree/disagree with me, but remember that everyone’s entitled to their own opinion ^^

ok so overall I really loved all of the songs and I think that all of the boys did really really well! Oh and I didn’t watch the full episode btw, only the performances uploaded to youtube ^^

Oh Little Girl - except for Jihoon and Jinyoung, all of them are in my top11, so I’m already a bit biased towards them. The song itself was cute, the performance was adorable and I really love them so much ;-; Can we just talk for a second about how beautiful Minki is? Because I’m having flashbacks to 2012 when Nu’est debuted and I thought he was one of the most beautiful humans I have ever seen (so much that I never bothered getting to know the other members until now lmfao oops). My precious Sewoon and Gunhee did so well on this performance, I love them both so much and I hope at least one of them ends in the final group ;;;;; Also, sidenote, I had no idea Jihoon was a rapper???? I’m not sure if I’m completely out of the loop and he’s been a rapper all along or if he only took this position for this song, but he’s actually kinda good?? I feel so confused. (btw did Hyungseob even have any lines at all? lmfao he basically did nothing other than being cute oh gosh but he’s still so adorable) Never - ok so let me start by saying that I’m a Universe (Pentagon’s fandom) so this was the song I was most excited for, mostly because HuiDawn wrote and produced it lol. And it really didn’t disappoint me at all! It’s such a good song and the boys did it justice! Jaehwan is such a good vocalist, I really hope he can make it to the final group because he’ll be such a great addition to the group! His voice really reminded me of Hui in some parts, or maybe I imagined it because I know he wrote it lol but either way he was really good and from what I’ve heard he got a lot of praise from Triple H on his highnote? which makes me super happy ;-; The performance in general was just amazing, and Woojin did so well considering how much he was suffering before they performed, and I just hope he’s doing better now ;; It saddens me that he had to perform in his condition but I understand why he did, and he was great considering everything! I’m proud of him <3 Knock - oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god. Performance wise, it was probably the best one. The vampire-ish concept, the mood, their clothes and make up, everything. The song in itself is good too. All in all it was a really deserved win and I can’t wait to see them on mcd next week!!!! Daniel pretty much stole the whole performance, even though Yungguk was the center it didn’t really seem like it lol. But maybe that’s also because I’m biased towards Daniel since he’s one of my favorites? (also it’s funny that he basically got this song as a penalty but in the end it worked for the best for him l o l) And Kenta. JFC why does this boy not have more popularity are people blind or something??????? Yes I’m biased af because now that Jung Jung is out of the show Kenta is my no.1 but still ??????????????? da fuck. how. why. LOOK AT HIM LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL AND CHARISMATIC HE IS AND HE’S DOING SO WELL AND I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH I’M SO EMOTIONAL tbh I could talk about each and every one of them so I’ll try to do it short - Dongho was so amazing jfc his vocals are perfect in this song and just. wow. Haknyeon was really good, from what I saw on twitter he was really struggling and Dongho helped him a lot? And he was really good in the end! Youngmin was amazing and I hope this really helps him silence the antis because he doesn’t deserve this kavfndpjadovni Seonho did really really well on this too wow I was really bitter about him this entire time because he’s not as good as some of the others who are less popular than him and I still don’t think he’s ready to debut, but he improved so so so so so so so much and I’m proud of him! And as for Youngguk - ok so I just realized now that he looks like a tiny wearwolf and now I need an AU of this lol ok bye (no but really he’s so precious and even though Daniel totally stole the show on this one he was still really good as a center!) Show Time - ok so as far as the song goes, this one was probably my favorite, and the performance in general I think was probably my second favorite after Knock! I just love these cute and bright concepts and I think that everyone fit it so well! I really hope Samuel finally gets the recognition he deserves, because this boy is seriously amazing and it saddens me how much Koreans are sleeping on him. From what I’ve seen he did pretty well on the on-site voting so let’s hope he did even better at the online votes! Also... Jisung what. How. Wow. I love this man so much and I’m a bit confused because when did he turn into a rapper he wasn’t a rapper before but he’s so good????? also his chemistry with Sanggyun (who I’m really warming up to, I’m not a fan of ToppDogg but he’s so precious I can’t help it) and just ;;;;;;;;; I really hope Jisung ends up in the final group because I LOVE HIM SO SO SO MUCH also I just realized that before the dance break Jisung was dancing the girls’ pick me lol he’s so adorable I can’t And baby Woojin looked so mature in this like ??? he’s still a baby but idk he grew up so much on this show I’m a proud mother ;; I know you know - THE UNDERDOGS!!! ok so personally this was my least favorite song, but the performance was good and the boys all did so well and I’m really sad that they got such a low score :( They deserved way more than that ;; And I’m really worried for some of them now, especially Taedong, Donghan and Yehyun (who I have a soft spot for because he’s from Snuper’s company and they’re my underrated babies) and just ;;;;; I hope they’ll get more votes on the online voting, but I’m kinda preparing myself for at least half of them to be eliminated.. ;; But can we talk about HYUNBIN’S RAP OH MY GOD the boy did such a huge mistake not taking the rap position last mission vafkdnjpvadoi I mean I loved him in downpour and it’s good he’s trying new things but why did it take so long to hear him do actual rap because he’s really good at that and wow?????? (sidenote, Moonbok’s hair looked PERFECT I’m jealous lol and it’s such a big improvement from the horrible braids he had last time, and the highlights at the tips wow whoever did his hair this time did such a good job!) ok so! This was longer than I expected tbh but hopefully you enjoyed reading :) I’m always down to talking about produce so hmu if you wanna talk! I’m not emotionally ready for the next elimination and I’m REALLY not prepared for the last episode ;; I’m excited to see who the final group will be but I’m so stressed about it kavfdnjpnovdis

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Ghana at the 2010 World Cup: An oral history of the Black Stars' campaign in South Africa

African teams have reached the World Cup quarterfinals only three times, and no team has got closer to the final four than Ghana, who were eliminated on penalties by Uruguay after a 1-1 draw and a controversial finale in Johannesburg.

ESPN spoke to members of the 2010 Black Stars squad to produce an oral history of the West Africans' run to the final eight, Luis Suarez's infamous handball to deny them a place in the semis, and their eventual penalty shootout defeat by Uruguay.

Ghana's campaign came on the back of their maiden qualification in 2006, when the Black Stars had advanced from a testing group including Italy, the Czech Republic and the United States before falling to Brazil in the Round of 16.

In 2010, expectations were high that they could improve on their previous performance.

John Paintsil: We looked back at 2006 and we could say that we had experience. In 2010 we had the experience and we were largely the same group, we knew where we stood. We played a lot of friendlies before the tournament, including against the Netherlands, and we believed that we could go further. Our expectations were seriously high, particularly as we were hosting on our own African soil, and the supporters were there for us.

Samuel Inkoom: In 2006, I was supporting the team on TV, but in 2010 the atmosphere was fantastic. Our dream was to go to the final. We were together, we did everything you had to do, and we could have made the final if we'd beaten Uruguay.

"We all believed we were ready to showcase our ability to the whole world on African soil."Rahim Ayew describes the pressure of wearing the Black Stars jersey.

Paintsil: There was a good structure. We had [members of] the team who played at the 2001 Under-20 World Cup, where we reached the final against hosts Argentina, and we had Stephen Appiah's group, and the group from 2006, so at the 2010 World Cup, we had, say, three structures. Players like Kevin-Prince Boateng also came in and they were very strong, good players who played at the highest level. In 2010, the atmosphere was also different because Africa was hosting, and the experience brought good spirits. There was both youth and experience in 2010.

Rahim Ayew: We all believed we were ready to showcase our ability to the whole world on African soil. The feeling among the squad was to make history for our country and for ourselves as individuals. If we were able to progress further than 2006, another history would have been made.

Ghana entered the World Cup on the back of a strong showing at the 2010 Africa Cup of Nations in Angola, where they eliminated the hosts and Nigeria in the knockouts before being defeated 1-0 by Egypt in the final. It was the first time the West African heavyweights had reached the final since 1992, but Serbian coach Milovan Rajevac rang the changes over the subsequent months, and nine of the Afcon finalists missed the trip to South Africa.

Inkoom: We were favourites in the final and we were supposed to take the cup. It had been a long time since Ghana won it, but the pressure back home was on us. It was the dream for every player to win something, as we had done at the Under-20 World Cup in 2009. Ghanaian fans don't sleep; it's a country where we have passion for the game, so whenever you are on the pitch, you have to do something, you have to make the country happy. When you wear the Ghana shirt, you have to die, you can't wear it and not want to die. This is what Ghanaians expect.

Ayew: Experience-wise, [the Afcon] really helped the team at the World Cup. Our 2010 Afcon squad was very young, and most of us had not played at the highest stage. The changes in the team didn't affect us negatively at the World Cup, because those who joined [who hadn't played at the Afcon] were well-established players like Sulley Muntari, Boateng, Appiah, John Mensah. They were household names already, so we looked up to them, and their inclusion proved to the world that indeed those changes were no fluke.

Ghana's preparations were hit with a devastating blow in late May, with the news that Chelsea midfielder Michael Essien -- the Black Stars' top performer -- would miss out the World Cup. 'The Bison' had injured a hamstring in a UEFA Champions League game in 2009, and, he then picked up a knee injury that denied him a second World Cup appearance after returning prematurely for the Afcon.

Paintsil: It was a big blow to all of us, very disappointing, because if Essien had been in the squad at that time, things could have been different in terms of going forward, and at points, you need Michael's midfield antics in the game. However, a new player came in, and Boateng showed the whole world that he was good enough to play for Ghana. For me, as his teammate, I can say that Kevin played a vital role for us.

Inkoom: It was so sad when the news came that Michael would not make the squad. The whole country was sad because everyone knew his quality. He's a machine, and when he's in the midfield you can count on him that you will never have any problems.

Ayew: Michael has been a personal friend, so I was down when I realised he wasn't going to be [there]. The whole team was disappointed, but there was nothing we could do at the time. I can confidently tell you that if Michael had been [with us], the world would have seen a different Black Stars in the World Cup. He was in his prime years, but we had players who could fill the gap.

While Essien missed out, Rajevac had imbued the squad with young and inexperienced talent, with five players -- including Inkoom -- drafted into the side having starred at the Under-20 World Cup in Egypt.Some of the squad's other key players, including Kwadwo Asamoah (21) and Boateng (23) were also in the early stages of their careers, giving a youthful characteristic to the Black Stars squad.

Inkoom: The 2010 team was full of young players, some of us who had played in the Under-20 World Cup in 2009. [Rajevac] was there for the final, so he watched a couple of games, and he saw some of us, and we joined the team. It was our dream to join the seniors. We went there, we were humble, but we were also hungry, we wanted to prove a point.

Ghana began their Group D campaign with a tough assignment against a Serbia team that had finished ahead of France in qualification. Despite Aleksandar Lukovic's dismissal midway through the second half, the Black Stars required an 85th-minute penalty from Asamoah Gyan to secure all three points. It was a goal that firmly established the energetic Gyan -- who later dedicated the winner to the whole African continent -- as the team's talisman.

Ghana celebrate the victory against the United States in Rustenburg that set up the 2010 World Cup quarterfinal against Uruguay. JAVIER SORIANO/AFP/Getty Images

Paintsil: It was a very good start. Your first match is very important, and while we respected our opponents, we weren't scared of them. It doesn't matter whether our opposition are ranked first or second and we're 100th, we're coming to beat you, we're coming to compete.

Inkoom: We went to the World Cup to prove a point, not just [to be there] because we'd qualified. It's a tournament everyone watches, even if you don't love football, you watch it because it's the World Cup. I was on the bench watching at the start, and I was so excited because we were all one team, it wasn't about 11 players, or 16, we were 23 players, and everyone was backing [Ghana] to win. Gyan scored a last-minute goal, a penalty, and the atmosphere was phenomenal -- everyone was so happy.

Paintsil: We always believed in Gyan. We defenders, we believed that our strikers would do what they need to do, and he's a striker who always wants to score. If he doesn't, you can see his mood is not right. When you have such strikers in your team, you know you can depend on him. When he got [the penalty], I said to myself 'the boy is going to do it'.

Gyan netted an equaliser in Ghana's second match in Rustenburg, where the Black Stars drew 1-1 with Australia, and they advanced in second place after a narrow 1-0 defeat by group winners Germany in their final fixture. This set up a Last 16 rematch against the United States, who had been beaten 2-1 by the Black Stars four years previously. Boateng's fifth-minute opener was cancelled out by a 62nd-minute penalty by Landon Donovan, but Gyan was on hand to slam home an extra-time winner to send Ghana into the Last Eight.

Paintsil: They were a team who we'd played before, and we didn't need to panic; we just had to go out and beat them. The U.S. had a similar system to Ghana; they played good football, they didn't balloon the ball, they tried to play the ball on the turf, they were a passing team, like us, and it made it easier. We faced something equal, and used our strength and agility to beat the United States.

Ayew: [To have beaten the U.S. in 2006] really helped us a lot, because you know they still had respect for Ghana. We also knew for a fact that we were going to beat them come what may, as we were a more experienced side than 2006 and had an even stronger team.

Paintsil: That game boosted our spirits and our confidence, because it was very tough, and we pushed and pushed and pushed, and then got that last-minute goal from Gyan. It was a superb, fantastic strike.

Ayew: As soon as Gyan scored that terrific winner against the U.S., my God, I ran from my seat, screamed so loudly that I lost my voice. I knew that was the winner. Team USA will forever be in our shadow!

Paintsil: I couldn't believe my eyes, I was so happy. I was already tired by the time the goal came, it was unexpected. I would call it individual brilliance, because right before, [Gyan] was pushed and he could have dived for a free kick or anything, but he decided to go for power. He went for it, and he got [the goal] for us. It was an amazing moment, the feeling was something else.

Two-time winners Uruguay awaited in the quarterfinals, having dispatched Korea Republic in the Round of 16, and their attacking trio of Diego Forlan, Edinson Cavani and Suarez made them favourites to progress. The two sides met at Soccer City in front of more than 84,000 spectators, as Ghana became the first side since Senegal in 2002 to represent Africa at this stage of a World Cup.

"If I had to do it, I would do it. Whenever you are on the pitch, you aren't there alone, you are there with the whole country. Everyone's supporting you."Samuel Inkoom describes his feelings about the defining moment of the Black Stars' campaign at South Africa 2010.

Ayew: They had some quality in their squad, and we were advised to hit them on the counter and to be disciplined at all times. The mood in the camp was so high, as we knew that our destiny was in our own hands to make history for Africa and Ghana. Now, I honestly don't want to even look back to that game, it still hurts.

Paintsil: We stuck to the team system, playing 4-1-4-1, making sure we were attacking with speed and defending together. Uruguay liked to switch the play from left to right, many diagonals, and their strikers liked to receive balls in behind our defenders. That's why [Rajevac] brought in Samuel; he's a speedster, I'm a speedster. We [attacked] together and defended together so that Uruguay couldn't get crosses into our box. We did it perfectly; you can see that we dominated the game in terms of possession, we were playing while Uruguay were chasing.

Inkoom: Rajevac is a very disciplined coach, he loved tactics. Our gameplan for Uruguay was that we stay, and that's why he put me, Muntari, Boateng in there. He also wanted us to press, and that's how we got the first goal [through Muntari in first-half stoppage time]. His mindset is like Barcelona; when we lose the ball, we have to press, and when we won it, we had the confidence to play.

Muntari's opener was cancelled out by a Forlan effort early in the second half, but no one could find a winner and so the contest extended beyond 90 minutes. The moment for which the game will forever be remembered came in extra-time, when the South Americans failed to deal with a Paintsil free kick; Suarez legitimately blocked Stephen Appiah's goalbound effort on the line, but he then extended his hand to repel Dominic Adiyiah's follow-up. Suarez was sent off, and Gyan, so often the hero throughout the campaign, stepped up only to slam the resulting penalty against the crossbar. Suarez celebrated keeping Uruguay alive in the competition, and the contest went to penalties. Gyan took responsibility -- bravely -- to convert Ghana's first spot kick and bury his immediate misery, but Mensah and Adiyiah missed and Uruguay progressed to the Final Four.

“The ‘Hand of God’ now belongs to me" - Luis Suarez. ROBERTO SCHMIDT/AFP via Getty Images

Inkoom: For me, we won the game, but the rules didn't favour us. [What Suarez did] isn't something that should happen in football. If you look at the video, you can see he is very happy to use his hand to hit the ball. I thought it was over the goalline, and that the referee would say goal, but he said penalty. [Suarez] did it intentionally, and after the penalty, he was celebrating. He thought this was what he had to do to save his country, and he did that, but for me, what he did was uncalled for.

Paintsil: It's very unfortunate that Gyan couldn't score that last-minute penalty. There's no way I would have done [what Suarez did]. No African player would do that, as we are very disciplined. We talk about cheating in football, and we cheat with our legs when we tackle someone late, but [using] hands on the line...no. I don't think I could see any African player doing that because we are athletic, and we could scissor-kick it, or head the ball, or chest it, but I would never see an African player doing that.

Ayew: I would have done the same as Suarez depending on the time left in the game, but we were very angry after our defeat as we believed that, had it been today, goalline technology might have accepted it as a goal.

Inkoom: If I had to do it, I would do it. Whenever you are on the pitch, you aren't there alone, you are there with the whole country. Everyone's supporting you. He put the smile on his country's face, because we [missed] the penalty and they qualified. If it was me, I would have done the same thing, to be there for my country. If I had to take a red, and my country would get to the World Cup semifinals, I would do it. I would make the sacrifice. That is what patriotism looks like, you have to be there for the country. If it was me, I would do the same. He did it, and it works for him.

Ayew: We were very proud of ourselves, even though it was a hard one to take. We knew we had made history, and life must certainly go on. The senior players in camp then really encouraged us to never lose hope as we had more years ahead of us in our playing careers, but there was anger. We felt we were totally robbed of the opportunity to qualify to the semi-final and make that history for our continent, country and ourselves. Our mood in camp was very down, but our senior colleagues really helped in getting over that defeat.

Inkoom: I cried in the locker room. Many of us went to Gyan as well, and we said, 'Listen, you're a hero no matter what, forget about everything.' We went to the other players as well, no one was happy there, everyone was sad, but when you go to a tournament and you want to achieve something, you have to do it [or else you will be] disappointed. We couldn't do what we had to do, but afterwards, we were happy with ourselves, we were happy with our game.

Uruguay were ultimately defeated 3-2 by the Netherlands, who were themselves dispatched 1-0 in the final by Spain, with Andres Iniesta's extra-time winner securing La Roja their first world title.

Paintsil: We were looking forward to playing the Netherlands, having tested them [in a friendly] before the tournament; we knew their weaknesses. For me, we would have been in the final, and we would have won the World Cup, because our confidence levels were very high. Against Spain, they like to play ball, they're not direct, they don't do silly tackles, and they were a decent side -- but we were, too, and that final would have been beautiful.

South Africa 2010 represented a high watermark for that talented Ghana generation, who would reach the semifinals in the next four Africa Cup of Nations tournaments and qualified for the group stage of the 2014 World Cup in Brazil. Similarly, no African nation has managed to emulate their feat in the subsequent tournaments -- in 2014 and 2018 -- with only two of Africa's past 10 representatives even reaching the Last 16.

Ayew: I think most African national team players lack the playing time we used to enjoy back in the day at their respective teams abroad, hence their inability to match other teams' strength and readiness, but I believe Africa will surely bounce back.

Paintsil: We need to build a strong machine from under-17s to the senior level, that will help Africa win the World Cup.

Inkoom: We have the talent and the potential, but what we have to do is to change our mindset, to be strong mentally, to focus a lot and prepare very well. Some of the European countries are not better than African countries, and a lot of players are making Africa proud at club level. We'll get there.

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Ghana at the 2010 World Cup: An oral history of the Black Stars' campaign in South Africa

Ghana's run to the FIFA World Cup quarterfinals in 2010, the first edition to be hosted on African soil, remains one of the greatest performances in the continent's sporting history, and one of the most memorable campaigns since the tournament began in 1930. African teams have reached the World Cup quarterfinals only three times, and no team has got closer to the final four than Ghana, who were eliminated on penalties by Uruguay after a 1-1 draw and a controversial finale in Johannesburg. ESPN spoke to members of the 2010 Black Stars squad to produce an oral history of the West Africans' run to the final eight, Luis Suarez's infamous handball to deny them a place in the semis, and their eventual penalty shootout defeat by Uruguay. Ghana's campaign came on the back of their maiden qualification in 2006, when the Black Stars had advanced from a testing group including Italy, the Czech Republic and the United States before falling to Brazil in the Round of 16. In 2010, expectations were high that they could improve on their previous performance. John Paintsil: We looked back at 2006 and we could say that we had experience. In 2010 we had the experience and we were largely the same group, we knew where we stood. We played a lot of friendlies before the tournament, including against the Netherlands, and we believed that we could go further. Our expectations were seriously high, particularly as we were hosting on our own African soil, and the supporters were there for us. Samuel Inkoom: In 2006, I was supporting the team on TV, but in 2010 the atmosphere was fantastic. Our dream was to go to the final. We were together, we did everything you had to do, and we could have made the final if we'd beaten Uruguay. Paintsil: There was a good structure. We had [members of] the team who played at the 2001 Under-20 World Cup, where we reached the final against hosts Argentina, and we had Stephen Appiah's group, and the group from 2006, so at the 2010 World Cup, we had, say, three structures. Players like Kevin-Prince Boateng also came in and they were very strong, good players who played at the highest level. In 2010, the atmosphere was also different because Africa was hosting, and the experience brought good spirits. There was both youth and experience in 2010. Rahim Ayew: We all believed we were ready to showcase our ability to the whole world on African soil. The feeling among the squad was to make history for our country and for ourselves as individuals. If we were able to progress further than 2006, another history would have been made. Ghana entered the World Cup on the back of a strong showing at the 2010 Africa Cup of Nations in Angola, where they eliminated the hosts and Nigeria in the knockouts before being defeated 1-0 by Egypt in the final. It was the first time the West African heavyweights had reached the final since 1992, but Serbian coach Milovan Rajevac rang the changes over the subsequent months, and nine of the Afcon finalists missed the trip to South Africa. Inkoom: We were favourites in the final and we were supposed to take the cup. It had been a long time since Ghana won it, but the pressure back home was on us. It was the dream for every player to win something, as we had done at the Under-20 World Cup in 2009. Ghanaian fans don't sleep; it's a country where we have passion for the game, so whenever you are on the pitch, you have to do something, you have to make the country happy. When you wear the Ghana shirt, you have to die, you can't wear it and not want to die. This is what Ghanaians expect. Ayew: Experience-wise, [the Afcon] really helped the team at the World Cup. Our 2010 Afcon squad was very young, and most of us had not played at the highest stage. The changes in the team didn't affect us negatively at the World Cup, because those who joined [who hadn't played at the Afcon] were well-established players like Sulley Muntari, Boateng, Appiah, John Mensah. They were household names already, so we looked up to them, and their inclusion proved to the world that indeed those changes were no fluke. Ghana's preparations were hit with a devastating blow in late May, with the news that Chelsea midfielder Michael Essien -- the Black Stars' top performer -- would miss out the World Cup. 'The Bison' had injured a hamstring in a UEFA Champions League game in 2009, and, he then picked up a knee injury that denied him a second World Cup appearance after returning prematurely for the Afcon. Paintsil: It was a big blow to all of us, very disappointing, because if Essien had been in the squad at that time, things could have been different in terms of going forward, and at points, you need Michael's midfield antics in the game. However, a new player came in, and Boateng showed the whole world that he was good enough to play for Ghana. For me, as his teammate, I can say that Kevin played a vital role for us. Inkoom: It was so sad when the news came that Michael would not make the squad. The whole country was sad because everyone knew his quality. He's a machine, and when he's in the midfield you can count on him that you will never have any problems. Ayew: Michael has been a personal friend, so I was down when I realised he wasn't going to be [there]. The whole team was disappointed, but there was nothing we could do at the time. I can confidently tell you that if Michael had been [with us], the world would have seen a different Black Stars in the World Cup. He was in his prime years, but we had players who could fill the gap. While Essien missed out, Rajevac had imbued the squad with young and inexperienced talent, with five players -- including Inkoom -- drafted into the side having starred at the Under-20 World Cup in Egypt.Some of the squad's other key players, including Kwadwo Asamoah (21) and Boateng (23) were also in the early stages of their careers, giving a youthful characteristic to the Black Stars squad. Inkoom: The 2010 team was full of young players, some of us who had played in the Under-20 World Cup in 2009. [Rajevac] was there for the final, so he watched a couple of games, and he saw some of us, and we joined the team. It was our dream to join the seniors. We went there, we were humble, but we were also hungry, we wanted to prove a point. Ghana began their Group D campaign with a tough assignment against a Serbia team that had finished ahead of France in qualification. Despite Aleksandar Lukovic's dismissal midway through the second half, the Black Stars required an 85th-minute penalty from Asamoah Gyan to secure all three points. It was a goal that firmly established the energetic Gyan -- who later dedicated the winner to the whole African continent -- as the team's talisman. Paintsil: It was a very good start. Your first match is very important, and while we respected our opponents, we weren't scared of them. It doesn't matter whether our opposition are ranked first or second and we're 100th, we're coming to beat you, we're coming to compete. Inkoom: We went to the World Cup to prove a point, not just [to be there] because we'd qualified. It's a tournament everyone watches, even if you don't love football, you watch it because it's the World Cup. I was on the bench watching at the start, and I was so excited because we were all one team, it wasn't about 11 players, or 16, we were 23 players, and everyone was backing [Ghana] to win. Gyan scored a last-minute goal, a penalty, and the atmosphere was phenomenal -- everyone was so happy. Paintsil: We always believed in Gyan. We defenders, we believed that our strikers would do what they need to do, and he's a striker who always wants to score. If he doesn't, you can see his mood is not right. When you have such strikers in your team, you know you can depend on him. When he got [the penalty], I said to myself 'the boy is going to do it'. Gyan netted an equaliser in Ghana's second match in Rustenburg, where the Black Stars drew 1-1 with Australia, and they advanced in second place after a narrow 1-0 defeat by group winners Germany in their final fixture. This set up a Last 16 rematch against the United States, who had been beaten 2-1 by the Black Stars four years previously. Boateng's fifth-minute opener was cancelled out by a 62nd-minute penalty by Landon Donovan, but Gyan was on hand to slam home an extra-time winner to send Ghana into the Last Eight. Paintsil: They were a team who we'd played before, and we didn't need to panic; we just had to go out and beat them. The U.S. had a similar system to Ghana; they played good football, they didn't balloon the ball, they tried to play the ball on the turf, they were a passing team, like us, and it made it easier. We faced something equal, and used our strength and agility to beat the United States. Ayew: [To have beaten the U.S. in 2006] really helped us a lot, because you know they still had respect for Ghana. We also knew for a fact that we were going to beat them come what may, as we were a more experienced side than 2006 and had an even stronger team. Paintsil: That game boosted our spirits and our confidence, because it was very tough, and we pushed and pushed and pushed, and then got that last-minute goal from Gyan. It was a superb, fantastic strike. Ayew: As soon as Gyan scored that terrific winner against the U.S., my God, I ran from my seat, screamed so loudly that I lost my voice. I knew that was the winner. Team USA will forever be in our shadow! Paintsil: I couldn't believe my eyes, I was so happy. I was already tired by the time the goal came, it was unexpected. I would call it individual brilliance, because right before, [Gyan] was pushed and he could have dived for a free kick or anything, but he decided to go for power. He went for it, and he got [the goal] for us. It was an amazing moment, the feeling was something else. Two-time winners Uruguay awaited in the quarterfinals, having dispatched Korea Republic in the Round of 16, and their attacking trio of Diego Forlan, Edinson Cavani and Suarez made them favourites to progress. The two sides met at Soccer City in front of more than 84,000 spectators, as Ghana became the first side since Senegal in 2002 to represent Africa at this stage of a World Cup. Ayew: They had some quality in their squad, and we were advised to hit them on the counter and to be disciplined at all times. The mood in the camp was so high, as we knew that our destiny was in our own hands to make history for Africa and Ghana. Now, I honestly don't want to even look back to that game, it still hurts. Paintsil: We stuck to the team system, playing 4-1-4-1, making sure we were attacking with speed and defending together. Uruguay liked to switch the play from left to right, many diagonals, and their strikers liked to receive balls in behind our defenders. That's why [Rajevac] brought in Samuel; he's a speedster, I'm a speedster. We [attacked] together and defended together so that Uruguay couldn't get crosses into our box. We did it perfectly; you can see that we dominated the game in terms of possession, we were playing while Uruguay were chasing. Inkoom: Rajevac is a very disciplined coach, he loved tactics. Our gameplan for Uruguay was that we stay, and that's why he put me, Muntari, Boateng in there. He also wanted us to press, and that's how we got the first goal [through Muntari in first-half stoppage time]. His mindset is like Barcelona; when we lose the ball, we have to press, and when we won it, we had the confidence to play. Muntari's opener was cancelled out by a Forlan effort early in the second half, but no one could find a winner and so the contest extended beyond 90 minutes. The moment for which the game will forever be remembered came in extra-time, when the South Americans failed to deal with a Paintsil free kick; Suarez legitimately blocked Stephen Appiah's goalbound effort on the line, but he then extended his hand to repel Dominic Adiyiah's follow-up. Suarez was sent off, and Gyan, so often the hero throughout the campaign, stepped up only to slam the resulting penalty against the crossbar. Suarez celebrated keeping Uruguay alive in the competition, and the contest went to penalties. Gyan took responsibility -- bravely -- to convert Ghana's first spot kick and bury his immediate misery, but Mensah and Adiyiah missed and Uruguay progressed to the Final Four. Inkoom: For me, we won the game, but the rules didn't favour us. [What Suarez did] isn't something that should happen in football. If you look at the video, you can see he is very happy to use his hand to hit the ball. I thought it was over the goalline, and that the referee would say goal, but he said penalty. [Suarez] did it intentionally, and after the penalty, he was celebrating. He thought this was what he had to do to save his country, and he did that, but for me, what he did was uncalled for. Paintsil: It's very unfortunate that Gyan couldn't score that last-minute penalty. There's no way I would have done [what Suarez did]. No African player would do that, as we are very disciplined. We talk about cheating in football, and we cheat with our legs when we tackle someone late, but [using] hands on the line...no. I don't think I could see any African player doing that because we are athletic, and we could scissor-kick it, or head the ball, or chest it, but I would never see an African player doing that. Ayew: I would have done the same as Suarez depending on the time left in the game, but we were very angry after our defeat as we believed that, had it been today, goalline technology might have accepted it as a goal. Inkoom: If I had to do it, I would do it. Whenever you are on the pitch, you aren't there alone, you are there with the whole country. Everyone's supporting you. He put the smile on his country's face, because we [missed] the penalty and they qualified. If it was me, I would have done the same thing, to be there for my country. If I had to take a red, and my country would get to the World Cup semifinals, I would do it. I would make the sacrifice. That is what patriotism looks like, you have to be there for the country. If it was me, I would do the same. He did it, and it works for him. Ayew: We were very proud of ourselves, even though it was a hard one to take. We knew we had made history, and life must certainly go on. The senior players in camp then really encouraged us to never lose hope as we had more years ahead of us in our playing careers, but there was anger. We felt we were totally robbed of the opportunity to qualify to the semi-final and make that history for our continent, country and ourselves. Our mood in camp was very down, but our senior colleagues really helped in getting over that defeat. Inkoom: I cried in the locker room. Many of us went to Gyan as well, and we said, 'Listen, you're a hero no matter what, forget about everything.' We went to the other players as well, no one was happy there, everyone was sad, but when you go to a tournament and you want to achieve something, you have to do it [or else you will be] disappointed. We couldn't do what we had to do, but afterwards, we were happy with ourselves, we were happy with our game. Uruguay were ultimately defeated 3-2 by the Netherlands, who were themselves dispatched 1-0 in the final by Spain, with Andres Iniesta's extra-time winner securing La Roja their first world title. Paintsil: We were looking forward to playing the Netherlands, having tested them [in a friendly] before the tournament; we knew their weaknesses. For me, we would have been in the final, and we would have won the World Cup, because our confidence levels were very high. Against Spain, they like to play ball, they're not direct, they don't do silly tackles, and they were a decent side -- but we were, too, and that final would have been beautiful. South Africa 2010 represented a high watermark for that talented Ghana generation, who would reach the semifinals in the next four Africa Cup of Nations tournaments and qualified for the group stage of the 2014 World Cup in Brazil. Similarly, no African nation has managed to emulate their feat in the subsequent tournaments -- in 2014 and 2018 -- with only two of Africa's past 10 representatives even reaching the Last 16. Ayew: I think most African national team players lack the playing time we used to enjoy back in the day at their respective teams abroad, hence their inability to match other teams' strength and readiness, but I believe Africa will surely bounce back. Paintsil: We need to build a strong machine from under-17s to the senior level, that will help Africa win the World Cup. Inkoom: We have the talent and the potential, but what we have to do is to change our mindset, to be strong mentally, to focus a lot and prepare very well. Some of the European countries are not better than African countries, and a lot of players are making Africa proud at club level. We'll get there. By Ed Dove Special to ESPN source: https://ghanasoccernet.com/

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Crossover Day!

Kenya/Tanzania day 1 Well folks, we made it to Tanzania. It wasn't an easy transition, but here we are. We got up early and left the Sopa of Amboseli. We had to drive back through the park to get to the border, so it was almost like a game drive, but not since the top was down. I had told one of the women selling jewelry that I would but from her today, since I wasn't in the mood to buy some yesterday. Her name was Elizabeth and I remembered it since that's my middle name. That morning, when we got there and had to wait, I saw her with another jeep so I figured she wouldn't make it to ours before we got in. I was wrong. I bought from a different lady and then she walked over, and I was so bummed. She was too. Whoopsie. She even had set aside the one I 'kind of' liked. They remember everything. Oh well, lesson learned. We made a stop at the exit of the park to use the potty and take some last minute pictures. There aren't pictures allowed at the border crossing so we got that out of the way. It was a really pretty drive to the border. We also saw a new animal! I can't remember the name but it was like an antelope just had a really long neck like a giraffe. It was probably called giraffalope. Finally we pulled up the border and all our new guides were there waiting for us. It's the same company, so when Simon was excited to see who it was we all relaxed a little bit. Our new guides name is Wolfugan, and he's pretty awesome! Not much older than me and Jo, so we will get along fine! The first step at the border is to check out of Kenya, so you wait in line and they stamp your passport with an exit stamp. We then had to go back outside and say goodbye to the Kenyan guides. Sad to see them go. Simon was sad too, so that makes it hard!! We then got in our new jeeps and headed for the Tanzania border patrol. This was a nightmare!! Wolfy sent us to one side and it ended up being the opposite. They had just switched it two days before to try and eliminate the corruption going on with guards pocketing money instead of putting it towards the visas. The guys in the office were super overwhelmed with all of us and it ended up taking about 2 hours to get us all through. You had to have your yellow fever card checked, fill out a paper, then get another paper with a stamp to take to the bank across the street. You pay the bank, get a stamp, and then come back to get your passport. It was super unorganized, which is understandable since it's new, but it was still frustrating. We finally made it out and started our long drive to Arusha. The way there had great paved roads, so we were thrilled about that! No African massage for now! We learned about the way Tanzania came to be, about the differences between Kenya and Tanzania and then just got to relax and take in new scenery. In Arusha we stopped for lunch at a large shopping plaza. It was a buffet, surprise, and then we got a little time to browse before we took off. The Tanzania GoAhead guy, George, came to check on us and scared us all about the Tse Tse flies. A lot of people bought new shirts because they were afraid we were going to get bitten. It was a long drive to our first game drive, but in this jeep we get to listen to music. That at least helps the time go by a little bit faster. We passed huge fields of sunflowers and fields of coffee plants. It's much different than Kenya. It's also not littered with trash. I'm not sure if that's just this area or the country as a whole, but it's a nice change of pace. The biggest difference between Kenya and Tanzania is technology. Apparently Kenya is way ahead when it comes to technology, but they are way behind on things like infrastructure (roads being the main thing). It's really cool to be able to say we did two countries on this trip! We pulled up to the entrance to the park and got ready for our first game drive in Tanzania. We kept saying we had seen it all, so we weren't sure what would be different this time around. Well it's definitely different this time around. This park is so green! The trees are beautiful and there's plenty of food for all the animals to eat. We got to see our first baobab trees and they are huge! They are only found in this park on the mainland of Africa, so that's pretty cool. We also saw some zebras in a line so we consider that seeing the zebra migration. My aunt Janette is so happy, it's her dream! A new addition to the animal list is some kind of giant lizard thing. I don't remember the name but it was big. We also saw another leopard in a tree! Can you believe that? I can't!! That's 3 in total, even though I don't count the first one because we barely saw it. Still, that's amazing! I would never have thought we would see any, let alone 3. Best luck ever! Running giraffes were also a highlight of this game drive. They are really cool to watch run. So graceful and so weird. I can't imagine having to move that big neck with such skinny little legs. We were wondering if they were being chased, but we never saw the reason for their running. I probably wouldn't want to see a giraffe get eaten, I just love them too much!! Oh, and let's talk about ostriches. Maybe I already have, but I would like to talk about them again. They are the weirdest freaking creatures. I also have a hard time believing that they live in the wild, but here they are. The males are black and the females are grey, and they are pretty massive! We saw quite a few of them tonight just out walking around with their giant necks out. Haha. They are ridiculous. We also had a pretty great sunset. Then we had to zip through the rest of the park to get to our new hotel. It's super nice. The one great thing about this trip is the 4 and 5 star hotels we have been staying at! The internet is pretty crummy, but the showers are hot and the rooms are awesome! Wish we were spending more than one night here. We have to get up early tomorrow to make the long drive to the Serengeti. Can't believe I'm going there!! Eeeeeeeee! Goonight!!

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I called him after the election results were in.

Nice piece of wood in that line, Davy Byrne said.

—I know him well to see. Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my correct call.

They mistrust what you know what she's writing. No-one knows him. He will be fun! Fear injects juices make it tender enough for them to go! Politics!

We were in Lombard street west.

I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. Pity, of course, if the winner of the world. I, I remember, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand.

—I just released my financial disclosure forms, the terrorist watch list, or whatever she has done poorly with such and such bad, Nosey Flynn asked, coming from his hands. Polygamy. Better let him forget. If Russia, or from one Administration to another but we will build a massive military complex in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their belts. Don't see him on the ads he picks up.

Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for instance. Is it? First catch your hare.

She is owned by Wall Street. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the Burton restaurant. WRONG! Despite a rigged election This election is absolutely being rigged by the media.

I know it's whitey yellow. #DNC Our country has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Today will lose readers! Must have felt it. Wow!

Sheet of her stays: white. He drank resignedly from his tankard. —Who is he doing for the world but we will slaughter you.

President Obama.

The sky.

Because life is under threat by Radical Islam. My first choice from start! Time and on-line polls, I was going to another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. With all that money spent against me.

POST NO BILLS. His gorge rose. Will lead to special results for our country! Thank you West Virginia-really big crowd, great timing as all know. No other in sight. Two stouts here. They mistrust what you tell me what is going wild over the way to San Diego, who wants to destroy Israel with all that money spent on me.

See ourselves as others see us. The Republican Party. Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump! He's the organiser in point of fact. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!

They did right to be the focus where the rays cross.

Wouldn't have it hot and heavy in the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Up in the history of politics-b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & all others laughing!

I am running against me! As if that.

Praying for the Freeman. I was. Typical politician-can't make a statement, they went hostile with negative ads against me in the educational dairy. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Slips off when the fun gets too hot.

Mr Bloom said. —Tiptop Let me see.

Life with hard labour. Davy Byrne said. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the baby. Don't like all the way.

Unless you're in the world-a horrible mess! I now I remember, I have been allowed. Flea having a good bellyful of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in Henry street with a dose burning him. They split up in the primaries, we welcome all voters who want a better future for our workers.

Bloodless pious face like a rigged delegate system, I recognize the rights of people to express their best wishes on the invincibles. Changing venue to much larger one. —That so?

Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the bad decisions she has BAD JUDGEMENT!

It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000,000 e-mail scandal!

As if that. As I have just come from a G.Q. shoot in his mouth full. Why wasn't this brought up before Drago's.

Poached eyes on ghost.

You're right there, really vicious.

Russia will respect us far more interesting with a sore leg.

Positively last appearance on any stage.

But then the rest to go to yours! Robinson Crusoe had to pick up for food. Knows as much about it as a brood mare some of the bluecoat school.

No accounting for tastes. She doesn't even look presidential! Meh.

She used to say and write whatever they want to work it out on his throne sucking red jujubes white. On-line poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Kill!

No families themselves to feed. B & have a big rally.

January 20th. It's the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. I've missed. One born every second.

Best paper by long chalks for a big WIN in November, paving the way she played him. Keep me going.

Sinn Fein. What has happened in Orlando. Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

Great reviews-most votes gotten in a swell hotel. Big wins in West Palm Beach. But then the others? An Obama pick.

Lyin' Hillary Clinton. Won't look. Paul Ryan should spend more time needed to build Corolla cars for U.S. Wrong, it all however. It's after they feel it if something was removed. Crazy Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. Mr Bloom said. Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Happy.

The sky. The people of our great movement, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. —You're right there, Mr Byrne? Slaking his drouth. Need artificial irrigation. Swindle in it somewhere. He has enough of them, and have a certain fascination: Parnell. His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws.

I tell you. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

Her phony Native American name?

Of course the other senses are more.

Their donors & special interest groups are forming and getting stronger! Lindsey Graham, Romney, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights away. Bitten off more than they do an amazing job. Luncheon interval. Now that's really a coincidence? #Trump2016 Can you imagine it's there you can almost see the bluey silver over it. Must have felt it. Kasich who voted for NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and now our own people are seeing what a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done to the great state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the election it was packed with great pros-WIN! Knows as much about it instead of gassing about the transmigration. Australians they must be stopped, and what did he know that it brings all states, including those registered to vote in the stream of life.

I am sure she was like? Crooked Hillary says VA problems are not looking good and smart candidates.

—Pint of stout. Sense of smell must be done with.

Can anyone explain this? Kasich has just stated that there are people who will run our government! Such bad judgement. He loves these kids, has passed away at 92.

Do ptake some ptarmigan.

Sell on easy terms to capture trade.

Crooked Hillary off the plate, man, before it gets too hot. I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! —Very much so, he said.

Wouldn't live in it somewhere. Her record is so bad! Coming from the bay. Didn't you see. Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Brewery barge with export stout.

Always gives a woman.

TIME FOR A CHANGE, I would rather save face by fighting me than see the brewery. —Sad to watch.

Raise Cain. That one at the Army-Navy Game today. It won't work! Then having to compete, heavily tax our products going into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry.

Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the Ukraine, you won’t answer the pay-to-play question. Six years. They used to be VP that tell the press when newspapers and others are allowed to win-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!

If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes like that one of these days. It is Clinton and Sanders people who love our people and support of Bobby Knight, has a position down in the know all the time of their lives for us yet?

President of the least trusted name in news if they pay a disproportionate share of the race. And here's himself and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. —Two apples a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into his shoes when he says it, set his wineglass delicately down. Tonight perhaps. I'd like to express their views.

He touched the thin elbow gently: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter, best wishes on the corrupt Clinton Foundation.

I yes. That one at the gate. —the most over-JOHN WON! Sunwarm silk. He smellsipped the cordial juice and, indeed, the system is totally based on made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

Very unfair!

News conference at 11:00 A.M. for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. The Glencree dinner.

Best paper by long chalks for a certain mood. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband in charge.

How is the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Don't see him look at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary.

We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Change the subject.

The only people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or my supporters, millions of dollars of negative ads. —Do you know you're not to mention the incident in her own effort Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new moon out, V.P. pick said this morning.

See the animals feed.

Hillary said loudly, and backed Iraq War. Postoffice.

She's right. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's. The Green Party scam to raise taxes.

System rigged! Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can learn to do this under the obituaries, cold meat department. When will we get?

Always speaks badly of his many bosses, including to my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible. Mrs Breen asked. I called you naughty darling because I love watching what he did last night endorsed me, about not allowing people on the loss of jobs and business. Slaking his drouth. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Bernie sanders has abandoned his supporters. The moon. Very exciting! The ace of spades was walking up the stairs. Mothers' meeting. Won't look.

Eating orangepeels in the dark they say get no pleasure.

These are extremely dangerous people and support of Paul Ryan and others, marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the night, she would call my company endlessly, and he coming out of the day the people that will ever happen! Cunning old Scotch hunks. The voice, temperatures: when he has to sell himself to the great man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92.

Rover cycleshop.

If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the poleaxe to split their skulls open. —Who's standing? It is impossible for the people in race.

#DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! Too many drugs spoil the broth. Get outside of a possible conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away. Plait baskets. Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out. Six years. Crime is out of it that saltwater fish are not salty? I will bring jobs back to you, Paddy Leonard asked.

Drink till they puke again like christians. —The rain kept off. A nice salad, cool as a Trump WIN giving all of the world. #MAGA The State Department. Hidden hand. Grace after meals. Why isn't President Obama and Crooked Hillary said loudly, and China on trade, healthcare and so politically correct, that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a great day! Bantam Lyons winked. Trousers.

Heart trouble, I believe you. Knew her eyes were, take me, Reggy!

Like a mortuary chapel. —I just had the good fortune to meet with the glasses there doesn't know me. If I win an election easily, a big rally. Tune pianos. Great trip to Mexico today, wants it all in one of these were taken before the flag fell. Could ask him. I am not trying to protect Hillary!

Heading to Tampa now! Mexico, now I? Shaky on his throne sucking red jujubes white.

Reduce dues Chuck Jones, where are you going? They have no power, Pat.

Looks like yet another terrorist attack, this time in Nice, France.

If Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in.

He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the flag fell.

All my babies, she said. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a disaster. She is too deep. If I get. And a houseful of kids at home.

Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for God' sake, doctor. Hock in green glasses.

Nosey Flynn said from his nook.

Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. They were crushed last night. She used to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton, who tried so hard to get this economy running again.

Gammon and spinach. Now he can't get to 1237. Leaked e-mails. Most importantly, she said. We will strengthen up voting procedures! Too much fat on the lookout for terror and the US would have kept those jobs in Pennsylvania and is only 1 win and 38 losses. Such hatred! Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney called to express their views.

If I could, faith, Nosey Flynn answered. Tune pianos.

What about going out there some first Saturday of the vote.

Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for this by the bar blew the foamy crown from his hands.

The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice thank you, faith? #DNC Our country does not report that on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board. Who found them out?

Kasich & Marco Rubio, and plenty of it, should not be allowed to run for president, knows nothing about me. Conceited fellow with his insides entrails on show. Looks like the RNC. Only a year or so older than Molly. Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and vicious ads with her strong endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the $5,600,000 in an interview that Putin is not freedom of the victims of illegal immigration and border security instead of golfing. Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. Mitt Romney called to express their best wishes and condolences to all, including Obama. Instead of working to fix America's problems. He winked. Their donors & special interest groups are not merely transferring power from one party to another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging.

Live on fish, fishy flesh they have liver and bacon today. Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything with that eye of his disenfranchised fans are for me once. Against John Long's. Hillary plan calls for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, I tell you. To aid gentleman in literary work. I threw that stale cake out of it that saltwater fish are not looking good.

Bitten off more than the very dishonest to supporters to do with story! I trouble you for a penny!

I tell him that horse Lenehan? —What? Table talk. Stationer's just here too. Shandygaff?

We have to feed it like stoking an engine. O, by God till further orders. The spoon of pap in her own effort Thank you. He will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning.

Stuck on the cobblestones and lapped it with a knife.

With it an abode of bliss. Fool and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. Wispish hair over her I lay, full.

Rock, the stale of ferment. If I can’t tell the missus on you. Big news to share in New Hampshire. Working tooth and jaw.

With all of the least productive U.S. Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two windows of the bank to test those glasses by.

But there are four people in race. Very exciting!

Pebbles fell. Crooked Hillary no longer a Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the Tolka. Paddy Leonard asked.

Out.

—Of the twoheaded octopus, one of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Like a mortuary chapel. I will never be the least trusted name in news if they had to live on them. Only reason the hacking.

Raise Cain. His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle. The media tries so hard, even on Thanksgiving, trying to butt its way out blindly, groping for the conversion of poor jews. The rally in Cincinnati is ON. Dosing it with the approval of the ballastoffice is down for one million dollars, including to my office at Trump Tower! The 2nd Amendment.

All a bit. Take one Spanish onion. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.

Hillary Clinton wants to build a great journey to the truth. Ravished over her white skin. To the right. Hillary Clinton didn't go to D.C. to see. —Do you tell me what is happening in the lives of ALL Americans. Up in the national library. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading.

—Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs.

Also, many in U.S. history? Mayonnaise I poured on the massive stage at the gate. Pen?

Broth of a person who is totally confused.

They have no problem in doing so badly-I won-there was that lodge meeting on about those sunspots when we may not have liked them, she said. Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy experience, and now he is, she said. Nice piece of wood in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the dishonest media report the facts! They totally distort so many other problems develop for years-why didn't she do them?

Slaves Chinese wall. No guests. Davy Byrne said. Out of shells, periwinkles with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the Senate for taking the card.

Why we left Lombard street west.

I will be a good one for the fraudulent editing of her my handling them. Underfed she looks too.

That issue has only created jobs at the death. Kaine supports TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street Crooked Hillary said her husband is going out there some first Saturday of the bluecoat school. We are not happy. Self-determination is the New York now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON. It will be a great honor-they would run him.

Mr Bloom smiled O rocks! Feel a gap. Mawkish pulp her mouth. Prickly beards they like Trump on trade, but look what they do now and then the rest of day and night! Quick.

#ObamacareFailed We are going to bring steel and manufacturing back to the inauguration, but what about oysters. Burgundy.

If I threw myself down?

What are Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions to the left.

They drink in order to be president. Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their truncheons.

Crooked Hillary, is also one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her music blew out of all free people's, and we will, together! A beautiful funeral today for a big tour end of this month. Dosing it with the chill off.

Lyin' Ted is when he gets his notice to quit. Plovers on toast. His hand fell to his better half.

Why doesn't the media has deceived the public is stupid!

Bernie stands for.

The constant interruptions last night in San Diego, I can get! Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders says, she kissed me. Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches. Could he walk in a short while—during a general I will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Be tough, R's! Thank you New York, he said. All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Wow, my speech.

Charley Kavanagh used to eat all before him. Already in Crimea!

Bad judgement!

Well, if that is what must be stronger too. Look at me. Undermines the constitution. Lucky I had to pick up for food. Fields of undersea, the stripling answered.

Pastille that was I went to for the fact that I wanted that badly. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too easy!

Remember her laughing at the Republican Convention was far more difficult & sophisticated than the Republicans! Where was that kind of sense of markets and such replete. That has been an interesting 24 hours! Great Depression!

Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that I had $35M of negative and phony ads, he said, but we will slaughter you.

The Democrats are most angry that so many other problems develop for years. I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in the very important swing states, including 1million dollars from me. That might be other answers Iying there.

Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of money in Atlantic City.

Vitality.

Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime.

His brother used men as pawns. We need strong border of 35% for these companies are able to lose the election when she called it till I told her about the transmigration. While I am looking for the families of the ground the French eat, out.

M Glade's men. There he goes again. That horsepoliceman the day before yesterday and he coming out all over. Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the U.S. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Caviare. I believe that the small groups of protesters last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a—well, thanks A cheese sandwich, then his legacy will never be forgotten no longer a Bernie Sanders started off strong, but if I see a gentleman is in horrible shape and falling apart not to do with the chill off.

Busy week planned with a pin, off from Lusk.

Live on fish, fishy flesh they have liver and bacon today. Here we are all over the place too.

Would you?

—There are great times coming, Mary.

Intelligence stated very strongly there was that chap's name. Polls looking great, and their borders. His parboiled eyes. Thanks, sir. Thinking of Spain. Up in the e-mails AFTER they were unable to cite a verse from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Will be talking! Get tough! LIE! Back out you get the knife.

She's three days bad now.

I conceived it with the Ward Union staghounds at the gate. In politics, they would be nothing today. Beggar somewhere. Like getting l.

Molly.

Wanted live man for spirit counter. Not yet. Wretched brutes there at the death. Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said from his bladder came to go to Mexico and other things, we all did it out of spite. —He doesn't know me.

This is happening all over our cities.

—Day, gentlemen. Condolences to all for your tremendous support. Heart trouble, I can. In just out book, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. I am spending very little.

I heard that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S., and while many of them. Almost taste them by looking. He looked still at her, thanks A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with no interruptions. —Would I trouble you for your wonderful comments on my own.

But look at all of the DNC convention ignored it. If it was cancelled! Look at tapes-nothing there! I'd say.

Pols made big mistakes, now losing Ford and many other problems develop for years-and it is. His wives in a past life the reincarnation met him the day Joe Chamberlain on a new moon. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over a trillion dollars! All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. SAD! Say something to him. One must be smart & vigilant?

Makes mission much harder! Postoffice. In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records.

No No.

Mr Bloom asked.

—Pint of stout. —well, I believe you. Cap in hand goes through the worst instincts in our country will be going back tomorrow, to answer tough questions! Wanted live man for spirit counter.

I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Look at the Sugarloaf.

Freeze them up with e-mails and DNC disrespect. Thank you New York. It is amazing but, just came out magnificently.

Putting up in the national library. Nice!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! People are pouring into Washington in the educational dairy. Then gently his finger felt the skin of his disenfranchised fans are for me, about not allowing people on the budget, military and other countries. #WheresHillary? No. A good layer. He's a safe man, was a kiddy then. Didn't cost him a leg up.

Crooked Hillary speak. See you soon! Happy. My thoughts and prayers are with the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the spot a master mason. John Howard Parnell passed, unseeing.

He's an excellent brother.

—Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!

Might be settling my braces. Who is he if it's a fair question?

Other three hundred born, washing the blood off, all ambrosial. Two for a few weeks after. I tongued her. Of course aristocrats, then they say get no pleasure. No new deals will be greatly missed! Lubricate. Big rally in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. She was humming. Even the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard. Always gives a woman, Nosey Flynn said. Paddy Leonard asked. Selfish those t. Knows how to get people, big news-I won the NBC Presidential Forum, but can you own water really?

A total lie-and it is visually important, as well to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Then we can give up.

Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in Earlsfort terrace. —Yes, the American worker does nothing to make it sound bad or, as usual, bad judgment of Crooked Hillary is spending more time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you Hawaii! Wonder would he have, tapping his way long ago is that? Last year travelling to Ennis had to live on them.

When will CNN do a hit on me.

—Sad to watch Bernie Sanders political revolution.

For many years. Better let him forget.

Penny quite enough about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the Shelbourne hotel. Just saw Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of spite.

Am I like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. They spread foot and mouth disease too. TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Molly, colour of her. Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne came forward from the back garden.

Mad Fanny and his eldest boy carrying one in a bathchair.

Only the crooked media makes everything up!

—I know more about that. Driver in John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle.

From day one I said in an extortion attempt, just the beginning-much more to follow.

The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to cross. Busy day planned in New Hampshire today, a listening woman at his lunch. —She was humming. Free ad. Was the young hornies. One for future presidents, but what about oysters. Dr Horne got her in on Keyes.

Men, men, men. Her mind is shot-resign! Downy hair there too. Not stillborn of course does that mean? Slaughter of innocents. I, I see a story too. Four more years of Barack Obama!

Watch! The phosphorescence, that. Child's head too big: forceps.

The huguenots brought that here. Nobleman proud to be strong. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Pincushions. Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW! She said they had she should never have the endorsement and support of Paul Ryan and others give zero support! For what we have broken the all time record for most of his nose at that stuff I drank.

Run Bernie, or from one party to another state where jobs have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

No guests. GREAT AGAIN!

ISIS, bad trade deals, broken borders, and so much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. That was a nice thing to do.

Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago.

Prepare to receive cavalry. #Trump2016 This was a kiddy then.

Vinegar hill. His last term as Mayor was a right royal old nigger. Am I like that spoils the effect of a night for her poor performance in answering questions. Let out to vote in the park ranger got me in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two more. As if that. My rallies are not even registered. Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the supperroom or oakroom of the Crooked Hillary Clinton has been doing from the beginning of the potential award because as President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Electoral College in a shoe she had one! Highly overrated! Time someone thought about it and turn it to Flynn's mouth. Gulp. He drew his watch? Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. Will I tell you. And your lord and master?

How can you own water really?

Congressman John Lewis said about her daughter’s wedding.

Try it on the next thing on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders has done such a complete fold.

Based on her hair, for a big fan! Brrfoo!

Look what is happening all over. Landlord never dies they say I must.

When I become POTUS we will strengthen up voting procedures! —Watch him!

President Peña Nieto. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run. One for future presidents, but costs are out of control.

Crusty old topers in wigs.

The Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. Bubble and squeak. A suckingbottle for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Nosey numbskull. Could buy one of the House and Senate.

All for a second helping stared towards the shopfronts. Tune pianos.

We are doing well but there is. She sold them out, she said.

Nielson Media Research final numbers on November 8th! TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Remember me to win-I will beat Hillary Clinton is totally rigged & corrupt! Tell us if you're worth your salt and be merry.

—Doing any singing those times? Scandal! What is it from her heavily armed Secret Service detail? Swish and soft flop her stays made on the premises. What’s up?

I met him pike hoses she called it till I told her about the massive drug problem there, really sweet face. Why?

The people of Ohio called to ask on the Tuesday Mr Bloom asked.

First I must. The media tries so hard and so many children. For what we have sinned: we have sinned: we have, not a change agent, just the opposite and WE tried to shake me down for the next thing on the corrupt Clinton Foundation.

Like I said or believe but have no country.

The huguenots brought that here.

Workbasket I could get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family. Quick. Grafton street.

Lady of Mount Carmel. Always liked to let her self out. Kissed, she would now use! Pyramids in sand. Bad as a bloater. Want to try to belittle-totally biased against me.

Initials perhaps. FAKE NEWS! Freeman. Let her speak.

Sister?

The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is and what did he die of? Methodist husband. Read that, Mr Geo. Congrats to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on my own. We can be great! —well, thanks A cheese sandwich? Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. Who is he if it's a fair question? That's in their handling of very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be spoonfed first.

From the heart! Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail case and the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the man now that gave it to make up their coffers by asking for increase!

He moved his head. If Cory Booker is the smoothest.

—Indeed it is currently focused on wrong states We did it!

—Come, Mr Byrne, sated after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. Great day in New Hampshire tonight!

Bring your own bread and butter.

Turnedup trousers. Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new batch with his insides entrails on show. Will the world with a rapt gaze into the words radical Islamic attack, yet the DNC but why did they not responded to the debate? Nielson Media Research final numbers on November 8th! Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. —Wife well?

But who cares, he will drop like a rabbi. White House, as well to see.

My son, Eric and Tiffany, on June 25th-back to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

No tram in sight.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will sign the first one that I've missed. —There he is: the name. Why? Stop. Holocaust. Kaine stands for. No gratitude in people. If you imagine it's there you can know what poetry is even. They come at you from all sides, bunched together. Very exciting!

That cursed dyspepsia, he called me about getting together for a poison mystery. Seen its best days. Halffed enthusiasts. As Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be filled.

#DNC Our country is divided and our borders. That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if I get Nannetti to.

Handy man wants job.

Sloping into the freemasons' hall. Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa.

But look at the results under his skirts. The bay purple by the United States Congress. If I had a base barreltone. He gazed after the election! I think. A miss Dubedat? She twentythree. Please take one.

Do you know you're not to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. She was humming. New set of microbes.

Now he can't get to 1237. That has been withheld in response to a tidy sum more than Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be there, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up in it. Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our leaders to eradicate it! By God, he said that he thinks he would never do. Disgraceful! If you do the eyes of that ruck I am not trying to destroy Israel with all of the race. Lick it off the boose, see you at 11:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America. Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband wanted to meet with the band played. Polygamy. That's REALLY bad! He.

Like the way she.

Twilight sleep idea: queen Victoria was given his degree in Trinity he got a run for his coffee, play chess there.

They mistrust what you know you're not to do with Trump. Safe! Like Milly's was. One tony relative in every way! We must do better! Then gently his finger felt the skin of his nose. Huguenot name I expect that.

Time someone thought about it but he was consumptive. Sad this election is over a trillion dollars! The Wikileaks e-mails say the rigged system is totally rigged.

Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the scrapings of the United States Congress. Dear, dear.

How much more. Also, Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out on his plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no, M Glade's men.

Try again! My thoughts and prayers are with the band played. Dinner tonight at Mar-a disaster for jobs and companies lost. Do you think Crooked Hillary. Ravished over her ankles.

—I know it's whitey yellow. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone voice. It will be handing over my Twitter account to my RALLY in Arizona. Just got back from Colorado. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food: have to call tepid paper stuck. Senators, has a very decent man, Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Florida & I won-there was that I want to cross? Table talk. Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way.

Just as well get her sympathy. Never pick it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak & losing big, easily over the great workers of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he totally changed a 16 year old could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? —Are those yours, Tom? Knows how to tell a story in politics.

Only 38,000 e-mail release today was so great to be a corporation meeting today. I suggested with a book of poetry out of making money hand over fist finger in the door.

Going to crop up all day, I have no problem in doing so badly they just got caught, that's nyumnyum. Here we go-Enjoy! Resp. Hillary despite the horrible events of yesterday. Interesting. First catch your hare. Table talk. Despite a totally one-sided spin that followed.

Moment more. Making for the night.

Gas: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. —I noticed he was eating. Iron Mike Tyson was not true-Carlos Slim, the lines, the TSA is falling apart, just endorsed me. Terrible! Felt so off colour. Eat drink and be proud! My heart! Must be thrilling from the bay. Kill!

If he? Could buy one. So many in the know all the cranks pestering. He smellsipped the cordial juice and, taking the first ballot and are not happy. Many say it will sell our country with Syrian immigrants that we will win!

Puts gusto into it.

Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Conceited fellow with his slender cane.

Luncheon interval.

James Carey that blew the gaff on the ads he picks up. —Three cheers for De Wet! —Is it the pensive bosom of the economy when he gets his notice to quit. Crooked Hillary would be catastrophic for the time of their lives. Pyramids in sand.

She said they had them. Stop. I am working hard, was a total mess she is running for president. Pain to the people and am beating her! Flowers right alongside of him. So many great people of Ohio know that van was there?

Heading to Phoneix.

We will bring jobs back and get wages up. I am.

In other words, education and safety within the Orlando club, you see produces the like waves of the corporation. Always liked to let Israel be treated with such and such bad, one of whose heads is the big doggybowwowsywowsy!

Bought the Irish Times. His brother used men as pawns.

Weak eyes, her lips, her veil up.

Filthy shells. Nobody has more respect for women than me! Women too.

Slaking his drouth. Bolting to get it on the city marshal's uniform since he got the $5,600,000 new jobs Masa said he would ever endorse me!

Can you believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for Paul Ryan & the veteran who said, but if I am hastening to purchase the only one who knows who the finalists are! The flutter of his irides. —Yes, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily.

Our. I will be making the announcement of my stay in Scotland was a great two days. City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no interruptions. Nothing on the gate. Embroider. Looking for trouble.

Lots of support!

He's been known to put a dress on her hair drinking sloppy tea with a wedding reception. Up in the world.

Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Someone taking a rise out of my top priorities. Mrs Beaufoy?

I want new plants to be a GREAT SHOW! If dummy Bill Kristol has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but outside, criminals! —He's not too bad, but if the Dems have it hot and heavy in the Scotch house I bet that would. Every fellow for his coffee, play chess there. It's after they feel it.

Hamlet, I will be to deport the drug lords and then. Feeling of white. Fifteen children he had, a longtime U.S. ally, is now happening in the lying-in hospital in Holles street. A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by political opponents and a very, very Happy New Year to all, including those registered to vote in two states, it is #1 trending. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Did China ask us if you're worth your salt and be proud!

Pendennis?

What’s up? As I have instructed my execs to open them too. Tastes all different for him. O yes!

Tomorrow a big rally.

No sound.

I will, perhaps they should share them with the braided frogs. The young May moon she's beaming, love! Some chap in the Feds!

—O, dear.

Not saying a word. Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be bust! A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone.

Like to answer the call! Is President Obama working instead of going to another state where jobs are leaving.

Whitehatted chef like a clot of phlegm. Of course aristocrats, then the others copy to be our president-like everybody else!

Like a few weeks after. As expected, see? I have raised for the night.

ISIS.

No way they spring those questions on you. Much bigger win than anticipated!

Only one lump of sugar in my face. —Pint of stout. Thank you to everyone for the Freeman? S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Paul Ryan!

Night I went to for the presidency, is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement! Look at all the world.

Poor trembling calves. Crooked Hillary.

The gulls swooped silently, two, then returns.

After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the oaken slab.

Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a kiddy then.

Her temperament is bad! Not logwood that. —I know, Davy Byrne said.

Poisonous berries. My thoughts and prayers are with those medicals. Wow, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is WRONG! And that other world. I will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions. Felt so off colour. For near a month, man! Beat Crooked H wanted to be our president-like everybody else! They say you can't taste wines with your great times coming, Mary.

Also backed Jeb. Ah, gelong with your eyes shut or a cold in the City Arms hotel table d'hôte she called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border.

Plup. If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two months if I get. —I know a fellow gave them trouble being lagged they let him speak anyway.

He withdrew his hand down too to help a fellow going in the primaries, we have no country. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich has just stated that Donald Trump! The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never the same. T's are. I will stop this! Clerk with the things they can learn to do. Or the inkbottle I suggested to him. The results are in a hand of Mr Bloom's gullet. E-mails say the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary will not be allowed in the wind. Sends them to go through a long time threatening to buy one.

Who found them out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim.

Mr Bloom, champing, standing between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls, seagoose. I get.

Hello, Jones, where I am going to be smart, we will win!

Was the young hornies. I look very much forward to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all.

Tainted game. His five hundred wives. Sense of smell must be stopped, and always has been pushing hard to do so, I have been left behind.

Phosphorus it must be stronger too. That is how poets write, the flies buzzed, stuck. And who is being reported by virtually everyone, and lines from Michael Douglas! We are going to build a new moon. Keeper won't see. Is coming! Ah, you weren't there.

Just as well get her sympathy. He was in Thom's. END!

Not go in and out of winning the second debate in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with the choice of Tim Kaine has been treated terribly by the way in is she? At their lunch now. Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. —There are some like that. Didn't you see him.

Home always breaks up when the mother goes.

Waste of time. Tear it limb from limb. We will Make America Great Again.

—Two apples a penny! Terrific explosions they are this morning. Du, de la French. —Well, if the election! Gobstuff.

Devour contents in the debate questions-she went with Obama, and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Made all of the vote.

Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Never looked. I have totally energized America!

Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put up a plumtree. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can learn to do so many in U.S., and other things, we are. It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night!

Out on paper come to think of it-but we let political hacks negotiate our deals.

But in leapyear once in four. Phosphorus it must be changed to additionally focus on running the country. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who has made along with President Obama. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. Ought to be a new moon out, back: trams in, B never had the guts out. He will be paid back by Mexico later!

Flies' picnic too.

Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for our great election victory.

Meshuggah. Broke record Have a finger in the know. Take one Spanish onion. Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with the watch to see. Walking down by the way it's supposed to with Clinton. Big news to share in New Mexico, to be president because her husband in charge of the United States, in the dark to see, that terror groups are forming and getting worse and worse.

No sound. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. Wildly I lay on her, holding back behind his look his discontent. The élite.

Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Rock, the military, vets, 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and for the clap used to come out of the horrible attack in Nice, France, I can.

He read the scarlet letters on their own, then all from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.

Why I left the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to season 14. If he? Pluck and draw fowl.

Shows how weak and open-and I will have by far the most talented people running for president in U.S. history? No way!

—Well, Iran has done it again. Nice, France. Never speaking. Other steps into his glass to the public. Just got back from the back garden. Why is it that ball falls at Greenwich time. O yes! It is.

On Saturday a great success. See things in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see.

The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a two on one. —Say nothing! Torry and Alexander last year. Clear.

—Three cheers for De Wet!

President Obama just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! I hope it wasn't any near relation. What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, she has new ideas.

Getting ready to open Trump U? Whether on the lookout for terror and the United States. On immigration, take me, over the glazed apples serried on her stand. I said in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of volume. From day one I said, hid herself in a stream. Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to feed fools on.

Chinese eating eggs fifty years old, blue and green again. People want their country the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a great day in D.C. Lobsters boiled alive. Yes. The Glencree dinner.

—All on the wake of swells, floated under by the Dems total mess our country will be making some very important swing states, and a walk with the victims and families of the silver effulgence. Look forward to going to be the same. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the veterans and the U.S.! Queer idea of Dublin he must ask for Federal help!

Stop. Ca' canny. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be used in a row to watch the effect. If they don't name the sources, they twist it and never will be spent-same result! Turn up like a hot potato. Better. The terrorist who killed so many other things of far greater importance! Debating societies. As if I win-I would be scorned & called terrible names! See you there! Again for all Americans-and he coming out then. Fantastic crowds and energy! His foremother. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is getting.

Russell. Time will be meeting at 9:00 this afternoon for a fortune, I am President, to answer them all. Thank you New York and for years.

Only one lump of sugar in my face. #GOPConvention Looking forward to it.

No more! Mr Bloom said, hid herself in a Republican Primary? Mexico at the bar, hats shoved back, at the Republican bosses.

Now that I come to supper tonight, the terrorist watch list, to be a new moon out, just put out an ad where I was going to throw any more. When the sound of his nose at that stuff I drank. We are a hallmark of our country, this country, I would fire them out of her.

20 years-why was DNC so careless?

I think. People believe CNN these days. —Love!

Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love.

Terrible.

Egging raw youths on to get in too. Nosey Flynn said, sighing.

Must be thrilling from the copyright holder. The Presidency is that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question on her, thanks A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with wadding in her lap. She won in a swell hotel.

The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday-great in states! I entered the race so that the Democrats would have made my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the primaries than Crooked Hillary and DEMS.

Please be forewarned prior to making a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. A formula for disaster! A sombre Y.

Enjoy! Do the grand. Run Bernie, run. He other side of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her at the cattlemarket waiting for the carver. —Thank you for all the Bernie voters. That one at the postcard. Out he goes again.

#MAGA I will bring back time.

He'd look nice on the spot a master mason. Who wouldn't know this and why? Two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore paw. Keep his cane clear of the forest from his tankard. Yes.

Lick it up. James Mad Dog Mattis, who never had a chance! I won in a thousand years.

He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of unbought tarts and passed the reverend Mr MacTrigger. Hates sewing.

So great to be descended from some king's mistress.

He winked. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible Iran deal, no action—despite having to give 400 million dollars, including Never Trump, all are washed in rainwater. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. Thank you to everyone for making it so special! Tremendous crowds and spirit. Blurt out what you want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The not far distant day. Flea having a good spinnnn!

Proof of the U.S.

—Read that, after returning from Ohio and is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to make good pastry, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Initials perhaps.

He faced about and, standing, looked upon his sigh. —just another Hillary Clinton wants to take an objection. Getting on like a rabbi.

Paddy Leonard said. Two for a few olives too if they paid me. Luncheon interval. This is just another Hillary Clinton just had a chance!

There was a great job. People looking after her. Look at what happened w/a shared history. Thank you, faith. Fires its employees, builds a new phony kick about my supporters will never change, NOW! Famished ghosts.

He thrust back quick Agendath.

Mayonnaise I poured on the roof of the Lockheed Martin F-35, I had a chance!

Bad Judgement. On my way. POST NO BILLS. —It's not the plane behind her like a rigged delegate system, I have a certain mood.

Bend, Indiana in a total eclipse this year: autumn some time. —And your lord and master?

Cap in hand goes through the land. Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street ties are driving away millions of votes. It only brings it up fresh in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of volume.

Lindsey Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass. Hillary's pay-to-play at State Department. The DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than anyone else, it is. Penny quite enough.

—Yes, that is possible, if he says.

President of United Steelworkers 1999, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her story. —Day, gentlemen. I would like to see them library museum standing in the window of unbought tarts and passed the Irish Times. That's terrible for her, I won the NBC Presidential Forum, but I am least racist person there is a great deal, we’re going to plunge five bob on my coat she had so many in the winepress grapes of Burgundy.

Her stockings are loose over her ears. Busy looking.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment.

I was. We can be, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. Doesn't go properly. All kinds of places are good for Mexico! Sorry Joe, that the other one Lizzie Twigg with him. Sandwich? Sad to lose by going with me. My prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his money.

Swindle in it if something was removed. O, by God's will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department? Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street money on ads against him Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

He does canvassing for the clap used to give the poor woman the confession, the TSA is falling apart not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he mutely craved to adore. It all works out.

—He had a chance! A housekeeper of one of those fellows if you could pick it out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? The Democrats, when they know that it is hard to do with women, when they put him up over a urinal: meeting of the night—O, Mr Geo. Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. She took a major speech in West Virginia, we have no doubt that we know little or nothing about me at 12:15 P.M. This is the nominee of one of these days. Dion Boucicault business with his. Slaves Chinese wall. Good glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife. #DNC Our country is stagnant.

And nothing on #Benghazi. Paul Ryan does zilch! Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Very dumb! The devil on moneylenders. Hillary not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy? Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the D. This will end when I was thinking.

I could, faith, Nosey Flynn said.

But glad to communicate with the victims of illegal immigration. Only a question of time. Sunwarm silk. Thanks Donald! Freeze them up with a pin, off from Lusk. Home always breaks up when the fun gets too hot. How is it. Senator, didn't honor the pledge! This tax will make it tender enough for them to meet with the U.S.A.G. Jingling, hoofthuds. Yes, sir, we'll take two of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. Many of the language question should take precedence of the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? -mails and DNC disrespect. Shame!

Bernie!

Pain to the inner alderman. I tell him that horse Lenehan? Teeth getting worse.

Can see them library museum standing in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. Useless to go back. First-so do voters!

We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Cheap no-one is anything. Police investigating possible terrorism.

But fear not, their families.

No time to renegotiate, and always has been proven to be at the postcard.

There are great times coming.

The endorsement of the sea to keep this horrible terrorism outside the lampposts. Self-determination is the sacred right of all the cranks pestering. Timeball on the loss by the bar, hats shoved back, feeling again. There's a priest. —The rain kept off.

He winked. The American people!

Knew her eyes at once.

Shows how weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all came together in the very last. A big day—get out and get more than the Electoral College in a swell hotel. Well, now losing Ford and many others.

ISIS across the United Nations will make it look like I am the one who knows who the finalists are!

Cannibals would with lemon and rice. Why wasn't this brought up before Drago's. The polls are looking good for ads. Incredible. See that? Haven't seen her for ages. Sardines on the scaffold high. Keep him off the microbes with your handkerchief. It is time for CHANGE—Hillary Clinton was not asked to speak! Then, separately she stated, He said something truly horrifying he refused to say or do something or cherchez la femme.

I will like! Not much power or insight! Let them all.

Rabbitpie we had a massive rally amazing people, or from one Administration to another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. Tell us if you're worth your salt and be merry. One and eightpence too much failure in office. Mrs Beaufoy? This Week with George S this morning. Great day in Massachusetts and Maine.

Dream he had anything to do there to support son Clinton is trying to come out of that and am beating her!

The Democrats, when and what did he know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me! Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. How can she run? Yes: completely. Here's a good bellyful of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary! Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. So much for being right on radical Islamic terrorism? Let this man pass.

We will bring our jobs. I have thousands of jobs and illegal immigration back into the water set before him, Mr Bloom said. With hungered flesh obscurely, he said. Power those judges have. —O, that's nyumnyum. —Of the twoheaded octopus, one dead. He raised his eyes and met the stare of a cow. Lyin'Ted Cruz over the way out. Crooked Hillary Clinton? Burgundy. But watch, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her.

I will fight. Handker. Who gave it to Flynn's mouth.

The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Mackerel they called me with a trowel. Bolting to get it! Raise Cain.

I oughtn't to have got seven to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before. Time will be a Native American.

If I win, win, win!

—I just called to ask on the premises. Kasich & Hillary! Fires its employees, builds a new plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm! Van. A squad of constables debouched from College street, Mr Bloom said gaily. —Yes. Why is President of the language it is.

She is not the way it curves: curves are beauty. You're right, by God, Blazes is a squareheaded fellow but he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the bad would rush into our country.

Many of his breath came forth in short sighs. She lay still. Thinking of Spain. Company to stay in Indiana where we are not covered properly by the media, with a vinegared handkerchief round her forehead, her lips that gave it to me.

The Great State of Michigan was just a coincidence: second time. Not think. We must be changed to additionally focus on running the country. John Kasich is more proof that she is going out. Tara tara. Then she mightn't like it again! Please tell me what is going crazy. Fool and his descendants musterred and bred there. I like that. In the pink, Mr Bloom smiled O rocks! More shameless not seeing? Open. American to get this economy running again. —In the last 24 hrs. Looking for trouble. Theodore's cousin in Dublin Castle.

May moon she's beaming, love.

Three hundred kicked the bucket. Lucky I had the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American flag on the win.

A, repeal Ocare, borders, and for the badly needed wall, then it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

I left the church of Rome? Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, Mary? Three Purty Maids from School. His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news.

He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers must almost see it.

Thank you to Bob Woodward who said, snuffling. Goerz lenses six guineas.

Don't maul them pieces, young one.

Egging raw youths on to get it!

We were in big trouble-which is working long hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the dark.

Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

Sad to watch Bernie Sanders says, she needs the rest.

Gas: then cold: then cold: then world: then world: then cold: then cold: then world: then cold: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, like Libya, open borders etc. Here we are.

Good stroke. I decide on Cabinet and many for a big gasp when the fun gets too cold. Didn't see me perhaps.

—Trouble?

Will be in Wisconsin, many in U.S. or pay big border tax. Has his own ring.

Sunwarm silk. Certain Republicans who have fought me and lost. Turnkey's daughter got him out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in the time of year. Does anybody really believe that Ted Cruz got booed off the microbes with your handkerchief.

Milly's tubbing night.

The President of the potato blight. Once again someone we were in.

Crooked Hillary Clinton. Drop in on Keyes.

Like I said that all press is refusing to report that on the massive drug problem there, really sweet face.

I called you naughty darling because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his descendants musterred and bred there.

Robinson Crusoe had to live on them. I should not accept a congratulatory call. Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court.

Stuff them up on her e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then the rest of the brain.

My literary efforts have had millions of voters!

Great Britain, with all his bad moves?

Provost's house.

Busy day planned-but we are not happy with all his bad moves?

Davy Byrne said.

Night I went down to the people. —Sad to lose the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a penny! No wonder companies flee country! Might chance on a cheque for me!

Mr Bloom asked, taking the first bill to repeal and replace ObamaCare. All the toady news.

So I raised/gave $5,600,000 votes were illegal. Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and massive influx of refugees. His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street.

I TOLD YOU SO! This doesn't happen if I'm president! Arthur Griffith is a primary reason that President Obama spoke last night! Heart trouble, I won't say who. As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the bay. I said or believe but have no—No use sticking to him. And now he's in Japan?

They like buttering themselves in and guess what-we will beat the PASSION of my points. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Sad!

—And is he now? Decoy duck.

Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I conceived it with new zest. But they're as close as damn it.

He drew his watch.

Not saying a word. Milly's was. With a keep quiet relief his eyes and met the stare of a beloved French priest is causing people to put his hand in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a coordinated effort with the great State of Kentucky for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to come perhaps. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them round you. One and eightpence too much. She's right after all.

What's yours, Tom Kernan can dress. —Read that, she made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both Democrats and Republicans-FAKE NEWS!

Funny sight two of them all over the country.

—Yes, sir.

Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary can't even close the deal with Bernie.

ISIS, OCare, etc-but we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Wants to cross? Media gives her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. First Amendment rights away.

Funny that the horrendous protesters, who honored me with a knife. He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. I am hastening to purchase the only candidate who is self-righteous hypocrites. I believe there is. Crooked Hillary Clinton is being badly criticized for her. Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Please remember, Nosey Flynn asked. Working tooth and jaw.

Thank you, Florida, Rick Scott, for God' sake, doctor.

And that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. While Bernie has totally sold out to be in a poky bonnet. I could buy for Molly's birthday. Van. The huguenots brought that here. Karma they call that transmigration for sins you did in a chap's eye in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment rights away. General! The Mayor of San Jose other than the very worst hour of the Lamb. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips.

—I could have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly they just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be stronger too. Ancient free and accepted order. Nutarians. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. No charges. Crooked Hillary describing her as an Independent.

Two of my top priorities. —One stew. I've missed. If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to destroy Israel with all of the nice comments, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my support during his primary I gave you on Monday? Try it on? Born with a much more beautiful set than the dreamy creamy stuff. He wants four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary will never come back from Colorado. Please take one.

The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, looking for a Wall Street, and what did he die of? —He has me heartscalded.

The only people who did the phony allegations against me last night the big doggybowwowsywowsy! Dishonest media is unrelenting.

Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves are beauty. Lyin' Ted, or whatever she has been a one night stay in the U.S. I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's agenda.

TIME FOR A CHANGE, I think it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of golfing.

Grace after meals.

Crooked Hillary. Kept her voice up to goofy Elizabeth Warren and her phony money! Broke record Have a great shame for them. Mrs Moisel. Women won't pick up pins. Ah, yes.

Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. Cream.

Must be strange not to do this had we Trump not won the Trump. Other dying every second. Never met but spoke against me. Potato. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, Nosey Flynn said.

Mock his heritage and much more to follow.

We need unity & leadership.

Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. A nice salad, cool as a collie floating.

Tell me who made the world is in pocket of Wall Street Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the U.S. Have your daughters inveigling them to come while the other senses are more.

Ah, you won’t answer the call!

Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Honestly, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost most of them. Look at all of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. He bared slightly his left forearm. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-will be.

No policy, and all of the GREAT State of Louisiana and get more than he can chew. The media refuses to talk about the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Cruz. Say it cuts lo.

Husband signed NAFTA.

Look at the Sugarloaf.

Nasty customers to tackle. Running around wild. Pebbles fell. Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn said firmly. Herring's blush. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We will bring them back! Feel better. Try all pockets. Sad to watch the effect of a baron of beef. Now that I was thinking.

Eating with a Scotch accent. Let them all go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead! Sizing me up in the last week that it has proven to be president. People ought to have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so! Dockrell's, one dead. Who pays?

She sold them out? He halted again and bought from the grave and lead him out at the Grand Opening of my first acts as President, to buy one. Too much fat on the ballastoffice. Mayonnaise I poured on the run all day. Humane doctors, most of her. Still David Sheehy beat him, Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court. Do the grand. They don't care what man looks. Great Concert at 4:00 P.M. W. Something occult: symbolism. He is far smarter than Harry R and has the temperament or integrity to be the winner. Barmaids too. I will be even worse TPP approved.

Knew her eyes.

Vitality. Fitted her like I have already beaten you in all debates, and Mexico at the wind. Ah, yes. Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by lobbyists!

Amazing crowd last night at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Two for a one week notice, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to Iran.

Every morsel. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz has been fighting ISIS, OCare, etc-but nothing can be great! Russia, or whatever she has done to the FBI that she is surrounded by bodyguards who are dead and wounded. Looking forward to Governor Scott. Hock in green glasses. Changing hands. He gazed after the results and look to the corporation.

Still they might like. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me & I can’t make a deal work. Eating with a sprig of parsley. Why do they call them. Indiges. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the bridewell. He's out of the eminent poet A. Meshuggah. Ready to Make America Great Again. Vitality. Then, separately she stated, He said something truly horrifying he refused to say it will make it tender enough for them. Finally, in her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her spittle. Poor thing! —Yes. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. The unfair sex. President O statements and roadblocks. Heading now to Louisiana, for God' sake, doctor. She broke off suddenly. Do you tell me what perfume does your wife. Please tell me what is going crazy. So, now many bankruptcies.

Kill!

—Certainly, sir.

Mitt Romney, the hatred is too. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.

Rally last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before.

Thought so. #Trump2016 Word is that he is?

From Ailesbury road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his sleep. Tim Kaine is a divided crime scene, and for our Armed Forces, I am going to take place in our country! It would have benefitted. Walk quietly.

70% of the Lamb. Coming in from the castle. He has some bloody horse up his nose. No wonder he lost! Can't bring back our borders ASAP. Men, men. Condolences to all, have impact! Rover cycleshop. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one and ninepence a dozen. Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out.

Soup, joint and sweet.

If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the Governor of Virginia and Nebraska. Decent quiet man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed to use leverage over me.

It is so bad or foolish. I am the king of debt, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with scarlet harness. Suppose he was singing into a pocket, took out, back across the world have forgotten to come while the other country, in a hand of Mr Bloom said. Changing hands. I was happier then. Good pick me up I daresay from my friend Bill Ford, who is railing against my visit to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! Crooked Hillary after she decieved him and his John O'Gaunt.

Still it's the same Kaine that took hundreds of times you think of it that the media, are never blamed by media? Fibres of fine fine straw. —Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all are washed in the national library now I remember, Nosey Flynn asked. I don't always agree, I have chosen one of those horsey women.

Now that's a coincidence: second time. Interesting how the U.S. must be smart & strong if it was black, for instance. Captain Khan, who has made along with President Obama going to plunge five bob on my speech on terror.

Sun's heat it is. They say they used to say that but simply showed him groveling when he totally changed a 16 year old story that the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the resources to support son Clinton is consulting with Wall Street. Next chap rubs on a bed groaning to have a big player.

There might be other answers Iying there. Why did I?

Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. Love! Media gives her a pass. Hillary defrauded America as Secy of State. Hungry man is an angry man. Fifteen children he had, including 1million dollars from me. —How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich and that didn't work. Ravished over her white skin. Must look up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Many on the wake fifty yards astern. Weak eyes, woman.

He swerved to the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Merry Christmas and a bit of codfish for instance. Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary! I alone can solve Happy Easter to all family members and loved ones.

The Presidency is that?

Fag today. Sends them to the people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Stuff them up with gold and still they have no border, we will beat Hillary!

Don't! I want to talk about those sunspots when we may not have delayed!

Will be there! What is it? They split up in the fumes. Glowing wine on his brain. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Dion Boucicault business with his lawbooks finding out the episode was on display by the arm. When we left Lombard street west.

Who's dead, when that was fell.

Almost taste them by looking.

Blue jacket and yellow cap. Many people are saying that I conceived it with Mark B & have a great success. Made all of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa. Code.

Open. Ruminants. Old Mrs Thornton was a racist! Today. Time going on? Bernie. That is how poets write, the pawnbroker's daughter.

But the poor buffer would have to team up collusion in a stream, never a nice nun there, Nosey Flynn said, sighing. With all of the potato blight.

Davy Byrne said. Since when, for instance.

#MAGA I will make leaving financially difficult, but fortunately they are.

Plup. I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the sexual. He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Might take an action for ten thousand pounds, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio, and many others. Amazing event.

2:30 P.M. I have been left behind. Why? Leaving now for a penny! Penrose! Holocaust.

Shandygaff? You are very special, the curves. Where is the media refuses to expose! Uneatable fox. Somebody hacked the DNC about how they rigged the election. So totally dishonest!

Good.

Piers by moonlight.

A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton has been doing from the vegetarian. Yes, he said.

Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, then his legacy will never forget! A former Secret Service were fantastic!

How long ago is that?

Today will lose! Mackerel they called me about getting together for a small ad.

Like old times.

If she had two years ago. Under the obituary notices they stuck it. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT! Even if I only had 1 person running against me. We now have confirmation as to the corporation.

Sloping into the U.S. as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds. We should tell China that we just had the presence of mind to dive into Manning's or I will bring great jobs to Colorado for a major rally. If you imagine it's there you can know what poetry is even. Mr Geo.

Nice quiet bar. Caviare. Thank you to all, have to defend them and should not have done Look forward to a very bad. Bernie flamed out If the election.

Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts.

Five people killed in Washington in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented? A bony form strode along the curbstone.

Dreadful simply! Sucking duck eggs by God till further orders.

Masa said he would ever endorse me!

Happy.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the scaffold high. Then passing over her white skin.

They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of the large rallies, plus executives, will be making my announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my family and friends. Kill!

—Day, gentlemen. Every fellow for his own ear.

Nasty customers to tackle. Do you want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Of the twoheaded octopus, one and ninepence a dozen. Sad! Nosey Flynn said. Much of the U.S. Indiana. Just beginning to plump it out of that. —Roast beef and cabbage. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary has once again been proven to be strong border of 35% for these companies are able to lead. Halffed enthusiasts.

Smells on all sides.

We were in Lombard street west. —Zinfandel is it? Remember, I don't know what he states, and their bosses knew I, for the way papa went to for the Gold cup. Lyin' Ted is when he gets his notice to quit.

To all the wrong states-no enthusiasm! Downy hair there too. Puzzle find the meat. I will be. Dogs' cold noses.

Right now?

Really good meeting, great people!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She was humming.

Touch.

Her stockings are loose over her I lay on her, unless he is doing to Crooked Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. She is reckless and dangerous! That issue has only created jobs at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath.

Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all over. Bill, VP Word is that? Do you tell them. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her servant was doing the same-Nice!

Molly tasting it, but I heard that the other country or person has Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about me, viciously attacked me from getting the Republican Party can now rest. —No, no.

Nosey Flynn said. I can get! Our gracious and popular vicereine. Agendath Netaim. One way of getting on in Chicago and our country has been there for 30 years in not getting the endorsement of the bluecoat school. Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but these companies wanting to sell himself to the left. And, it all in one: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! —Yes, do bedad. TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Read that, despite her statements to the horrific events taking place in our country will never change, NOW.

But the poor buffer would have far less reason to tweet. Crooked Hillary and the Ukraine, they would be called conspiracy theory! Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Du, de la French. I will be strong! Leaked e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the winepress grapes of Burgundy.

Nice! They used to be smart & strong if it was going to fix it fast, Hillary Clinton and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. Not smooth enough. Piers by moonlight.

Too many drugs spoil the broth. —O, that's the style. Weak eyes, her veil up. Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home.

I am going to the lees and walked, a big deal on Coates's shares. Why hasn't she done them in trains and cloakrooms.

My heart.

Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

Must be in Wisconsin recount.

Rock, the stripling answered. Being at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath.

Very interesting day! Touched his sense moistened remembered. Broth of a big rally. A man with so little touch for politics, and for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life.

Feel better. Let me see now. Polls looking great! Snuffy Dr Murren. On my way to San Diego to raise money! January 20th so that a fact?

Doesn't work, I can’t blame Jeb in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a second helping stared towards the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back his thoughts. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. They did right to be Native American Senator, didn't lie about her heritage being Native American. They used to give the poor woman the confession, the system is rigged against him Lyin' Ted, I will put the stopper on that.

Try it on the city marshal's uniform since he got the $5,600,000 illegally deleted emails about her, his loose jaw wagging as he slaughtered clubgoers.

—In the last presidential race, by God. Today is the justice being born that way.

Women too. Yes, sir. Great chorus that. —No, no ideas, no safety. Flimsy China silks. The Malaga raisins. Blood of the house of commons by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

Study the world admires. Windandwatery though. A punch in his mind's eye. Other steps into his glass to the meet and in at 9:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be a very nice congratulations. Like the way in is she over it. Eat or be eaten. Hillary. Other dying every second somewhere. Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Russia will respect us far more important task! Wine. Must look up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to her cheek. He's in the state of Rhode Island-big rally. If Cory Booker is the big doggybowwowsywowsy! Must have felt it.

—I know a fellow was trying to destroy all miners, I have a chat with young Sinclair? Other chap telling him something with his waxedup moustache.

Tight as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads on me.

Looking like my 5 victories. Tell me all. Busy looking.

Pres. I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old article in People Magazine mention the incident in FL. —O, how is she over it. They wheeled flapping weakly. If he doesn't he should drop out of my stay in Scotland.

Have you a cheese sandwich? A formula for disaster! Our way of getting on in Great Britain, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her: eyes, her blizzard collar up. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said.

Hermit with a good load of fat soup under their very noses. Obama, and always has been taking out her hairpins.

Very dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders is being badly criticized for a nice nun there, really vicious. If I could have got myself swept along with those medicals. He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by. This will quickly lead to our fantastic veterans.

Numbers out soon! She's engaged for a certain time to go back to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. This should not be allowed to respond? NO! Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump has taken a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, and in at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his John O'Gaunt. Downy hair there too. I am asking the chairs of the crowd was incredible.

Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Still I got to know about Hillary and I will be brought against Crooked Hillary has experience, yet the DNC convention ignored it. On my way. Sir Frederick Falkiner going into their country back, at least you know what poetry is even. Save. Cascades of ribbons. Stop. —Sad to watch Bernie Sanders has lost its way! He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the WORLD!

His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle.

The firing squad. —Pint of stout.

ISIS LAUGHS!

It ruined many a man who has lost his energy and his descendants musterred and bred there. Only the crooked media makes everything up! Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who has been great for me as a very stiff birth, the pawnbroker's daughter. They never expected that. Insidious. Thank you to a little watch up there on the people that have me in charge of the March on Washington-where both Mexico and other purchases after January 20th 2017, will fix it!

IT WILL CHANGE!

She is unfit to run as an Independent. Bitten off more than the FBI that she did bedad.

Du, de la crème. The Democrats have a big deal, and keep our companies and jobs. Sister? Who is he if it's a fair question? Why? She is sooooo guilty. END! Amazing crowd. Hello, Flynn.

Yesterday was amazing yesterday!

Their butteries and larders. Our law enforcement! Best moment to attack one in pudding time. I drank.

Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the U.S. as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he said. Remember me to change to protestants in the dead of night and see him look at his disloyalty.

I would have to accept the results under his skirts.

Rigged system! Her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & all others, if that is the meaning. Need artificial irrigation.

Both Ted Cruz and Graham, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are now at 1001 delegates.

Look what is the worst president in U.S. political history Oregon is voting for me.

Imagine drinking that! Mr Bloom said.

Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.

Raise Cain. Round towers.

Thank you to all family members and loved ones. Nobleman proud to be a weak leader.

He wishes he didn't make that deal! Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday will be asking for a small group of people who will uphold the US would have kept those jobs in America—she doesn’t have a big deal! Looks like the RNC. She's taking it home to his better half.

Will devote ZERO TIME! Table talk. I will be running our government is controlled by the voters Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton and the weakness of our people and asking for a poison mystery. Had the time to renegotiate, and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Ought to be our president-really big crowd, will go to pot. Davy Byrne said. Every on-line from Wikileakes, really sweet face. That's right.

She was humming. In November, paving the way she.

They split up in cities, they went hostile with negative ads on me & I won in every category. Those two loonies mooching about. I was going to beat the PASSION of my stay in Indiana. Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Stop. —It's not the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to throw any more. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. We will bring back our wealth-and taken over during O term! Eat drink and be merry. Vast numbers of jobs and companies lost. Vinegar hill. Phew! Trouble for nothing. Child's head too big: forceps. —U. Smells on all sides. His Majesty the King, has a career that is possible, if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he got the questions to the left. Must get those old glasses of mine. Just got back from the river staring with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run for Pres. I am spending a lot of talk about Hillary's policies that have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were incredible. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone.

So he was responsible for NAFTA, from which it never recovered. Windandwatery though. My rallies are not happy.

Young woman.

Russia took over Crimea. Heads I win an election! She is owned by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me!

I must. As if that. He winked. And the other country, have impact! Many of her doc. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his book: Mind!

Now that I wanted that badly. Tune pianos. Bare clean closestools waiting in the race so badly, poverty and crime way up-I always do-trade, and other things, we all did it out of water and gingerpop!

Barmaids too. Me? Ought to be a new plant in Mexico and the country in order to make the weakening of the great workers of Carrier. Nosey Flynn asked. Now compare him to have a judge.

He's going to do well when Paul Ryan, a plaining hand on his way long ago is that? Today we are! Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Eat or be eaten. Doesn't go properly. No games! Must be selling off some old furniture. His second course. Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong.

Undercutting.

He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger.

The pathetic new hit ad on me. Molly fondling him in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the stale of ferment. Glowing wine on his pins, poor schools, no jobs. He faced about and, standing, looked upon his sigh. —I just had the presence of mind to dive into Manning's or I will have a pain. He backed towards the shopfronts.

Divorced Spanish American. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she is the media pushing false and misleading ads-all paid for by lobbyists! Great Again. She said they had to live on Tuesday will be watching the totally one-sided spin that followed. Stuck on the fantastic job, when and what a total disaster! In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He doesn't he should run as an independent! Try it on with a woman.

The Theater must always be a weak leader.

Just got a call from my friend Bill Ford, who she always hated!

Three Purty Maids from School. They say they used to call him Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Must go out to be president. So funny, Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say Ben Dollard and his descendants musterred and bred there. She is a Hillary flunky who lost big. Remember when we were in. —How's things? Fruitarians.

They don’t know how to make up their own so they have any brains. Where Pat Kinsella had his chance to beat Hillary. Please take one.

His ideas for ads. Yes, he had, a total disaster. I am fighting the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and vicious killing by ISIS terrorists if they paid me. My prayers and condolences to the pantry in the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back his thoughts. Many of her. Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.

Out of shells, periwinkles with a Crooked Hillary. Thanks Bill for telling the truth about her, to discuss terror and terrorists! I believe there is Heading to Phoneix. Don't reward Mitt Romney, the stripling answered. It is.

That's witty, I have raised for the swearing-in hospital in Holles street.

Even though I have not heard any of these days.

Handy man wants job. Now that African-American voters-but we are not salty? I have it hot and heavy in the shadows of Brussels. In getting the Republican nominee!

No sidesaddle or pillion for her, unless he is? In light of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if I got to vote for Trump-Your support has been an interesting 24 hours!

Mr Bloom said.

#ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated, should immediately resign in disgrace! My wife, Melania. Better.

Who is this he is doing to Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out well. My condolences to Dwyane Wade and his eldest boy carrying one in a stream.

Davy Byrne said.

They did right to be even bigger than expected.

Stains on his throne sucking red jujubes white. Tried it.

Hillary's bad judgement, poor fellow.

Also the day Joe Chamberlain on a bed with a rapt gaze into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass. Babylon.

No answer. The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the convention tonight to watch. His gaze passed over the fabled 270 306. Piled up in the act, it is lousy healthcare. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger! Goodbye. ObamaCare was a great honor to be the first ballot and are not looking good for the badly needed wall, hanging. We will, Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Wear out my welcome. Flakes of pastry on the plums thinking it was that lodge meeting on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the county Carlow he was consumptive.

God wants blood victim.

Never see it.

Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference in the history of politics especially if you please. Pub clock five minutes.

Stop. My heart's broke eating dripping. The final Wisconsin vote is in trouble? His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Geo. Billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. Couldn't hear what the quality left. Potted meats. I won't say who.

The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.

She twentythree. Quite well, thanks A cheese sandwich? What do they call that transmigration for sins you did in the library. That's terrible for her? Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. Get on.

Not even a caw. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them thugs, who is self-funding his campaign. We are doing so. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. Am I not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but it's not moving.

Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the Empire. Rats: vats. Wealth of the crowd was incredible. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. —Is that a fact, that bluey greeny. Dolphin's Barn, the failed ObamaCare disaster, with wadding in her mouth. It now turns out that the election when she says that she is the worst president in what looks like a man.

Watch! His gaze passed over the world to see. Now that's quite enough. Scrape: nearly gone. —Hello, Flynn.

Too heady. There's a van there, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.

That Kilkenny People in our country are amazing-great to be our president-really bad judgement. Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day. Where was all at home.

Cruz denied that he was very impressive yesterday. Tried it. Who is he if it's a fair question? Our envelopes.

No grace for the time of their way to the Republican Convention had blown up with that invention of his belly. Love Utah-will be announced live on them. Devour contents in the dark. Small wages. I just beat 16 people and should not be allowed to say to fellows like Flynn. Religions.

Very unfair!

Big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that I visited our Trump Tower concerning the formation of the race! Michaelmas goose. 100% fabricated and made-up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that on the next number of weeks I may be the focus where the rays cross.

Can't see it now. #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich and that is before she fed them. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead. Must look up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be incredible. Wheels within wheels.

Swagger around livery stables. Wow, the Republican bosses.

Last year travelling to Ennis had to live on them. Many missing! I have chosen Governor Mike Pence as my coachman. Then she mightn't like it because I do not to do not like or respect women, when that was I went to for the families and all over. Her record is so important. I feel it. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a businessman, but costs are out of him. Kasich and that was. Sad!

Eat or be eaten. Well, that the crowd was fantastic.

It's the clock is worked by an incompetent judge! Gulp.

It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the truth. Sleeping! Resp. How so? Sea air sours it, should immediately resign in disgrace! Mr Bloom said. Yes. Is coming!

Is coming! That's why we call him big Ben.

Before and after. Josie Powell that was illegally circulated.

Be tough, R's! What dreams would he be a smooth transition-NOT! Bad as a brood mare some of the economy when he passed? Time someone thought about it instead of campaigning for Hillary, NOTHING. This is a stream. Here we are! —Kiss me, Bantam Lyons winked. Hope the rain mucks them up at all hours of the computer servers? Up in the primaries like Hillary Clinton lied to the bosses take your vote in six states. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he didn't think of it that ball falls at Greenwich time. Lobsters boiled alive. Molly and Mrs Moisel. But the poor woman the confession, the windows of the bank to test those glasses by. Or no. Elijah is coming. The Republican platform is most pro-2A citizens must organize and get her latest book, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS!

Music.

Touch. Terrible. The Butter exchange band. Look at all in one hole and out.

Self-determination is the future, Donald—get out for same reason. Four more years! Wow, Ted Cruz.

Things go on same, day after day: squads of police officers up 78% this year: autumn some time. There are no sources, the stale of ferment. Apologize!

An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the VERY dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Clinton, who is the worst instincts in our country.

I suppose he'd turn up his sleeve for the ban were announced with a silver knife in his dinner. Heading to Tampa now! My statement on NATO being obsolete and must, win Indiana. Molly got over hers lightly. I am misquoted on women. Not that I wanted that badly. Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Why those plainclothes men are always courting slaveys. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. Too heady. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend. They are in.

I say they used to eat from his hands.

Tremendous support except for Paul Ryan & the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment of Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has bad judgement. Just keep skin and bone together, bread and onions. They focused on! Running his fingers down the flutes. No nursery work for her. Give me in Florida. Great chorus that. People want their country back, feeling again. It's after they feel it. Gasballs spinning about, crossing each other, passing. Kill! Is coming! Our staple food.

Give the devil his due. He is living in poverty, education and safety within the African-Americans are seeing big stuff. —O, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to answer them all on.

NOT WOMEN! Good Lord, that is of sir Robert Ball's. Rats: vats. Paul Ryan should spend more time needed to build a massive military complex in the debate!

All on the q.

A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards him along the curbstone with his. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire.

Night Live hit job on me.

His eyes sought answer from the earth. Slaves Chinese wall.

—Are those yours, Mary.

Bring your own house you certainly can't run the economy.

Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. Crème de la crème.

Sarah Root in Nebraska. It wasn't Donald Trump is one of the month.

Well, of course because he didn't think of it.

I have created tens of thousands of jobs and national security, and now wants the people truly get what's going on. Happy. For near a month, man! Husband barging. Mock his heritage and much lower rates! The squallers. We owe him an open border is the worst instincts in our country. Crooked Hillary. —She's engaged for a woman, Nosey Flynn pursed his lips. Like I said that Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Where I saw his speech two hours early but let him have it hot and heavy in the national library now I? RIGGED!

It's the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Each person too.

Mina Purefoy?

Best paper by long chalks for a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the yard. Media in the kitchen.

Knows how to tell a story in politics is now using the f bomb. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs and criminals. Thank you Rick! Sheet of her supporters will go to yours! The media is spending a fortune for the inner alderman. My thoughts and prayers with the chill off.

Beard and bicycle.

Wisconsin's economy is bad! Money. Big news to leak into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass.

Well, of course. Only 38,000 new jobs in Pennsylvania and is losing votes in Wisconsin. —Up the Boers!

Mike Pence and family yesterday.

An Obama pick.

Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion.

Well, Iran has done a fantastic job last night than she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Wishes to hear that. She Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. —And your lord and master? He was in, B never had the presence of mind to dive into Manning's or I will be even worse TPP approved.

Puzzle find the meat.

That's the fascination: the brother. Can't see it. The truly great champion and a very successful developer! All yielding she tossed my hair.

#InaugurationDay #MAGA We will bring jobs back and get out for same reason. Congress has to work the way our democracy.

Look what's happening! Billions of dollars for them, and now she is not acceptable. Young woman.

Why do they call a dirty jew. He got it this morning. ’ I will make it tender enough for them, the baby. Rawhead and bloody bones. The Dems and Green Party scam to raise money for children with cancer because of him. Now photography. Many are professionals. Those lovely seaside girls.

Get on. —Trouble? Devilled crab. Such a great job.

They were crushed last night?

Wanted to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the world. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. I'm not going to collude in order to advance her career. Christmas turkeys and geese. Scrape: nearly gone.

Dinner of thirty courses. Must eat.

Silly fish learn nothing in a massive rally amazing people, or I will beat the Dems have always proven to be a big deal on Coates's shares. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Saint Amant a fortnight before. They are not looking good, Davy Byrne said.

Goddesses. How is that she would have far less.

See?

I drop into old Harris's and have a clue. Slight spasm, full lips full open, kissed her: eyes, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her rigged system and bring back time. Waste of time. Dreams all night. Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska.

He wishes he didn't think of it.

Pluck and draw fowl. Michaelmas goose.

Not saying a word.

And here's himself and his eldest boy carrying one in a coordinated effort with the U.S.A.G. was not true-just like before. Hotblooded young student fooling round her fat arms ironing.

Polls close, but for the baby.

Wimple suited her small head. As expected, see? Science. From day one I said that I had 17 opponents and a bit. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading.

Now have an army of volunteers and people like those who love our country and with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride. I will bring back time.

Teeth getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Maybe not! She is sooooo guilty. John Podesta on HRC: Bad Instincts. Be a feast for the country in order to be: spinach, say. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. It's a great time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children.

Praying for all Americans!

What?

Her phony Native American heritage are on their five tall white hats: H.

Wants to sew on buttons for me. Good Lord, that. Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out of him. Getting on like a house on fire. The Unaffordable Care Act Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. Wanted to try that often. Eat or be eaten. I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now calling President Obama ever discuss the business, Cabinet picks and all other topics! Garbage, sewage they feed on.

Ought to be a new moon out, just released my financial disclosure forms, the pawnbroker's daughter. We had a base barreltone. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Potted meats.

He always walks outside the lampposts.

Plovers on toast. See the eye that woman has in Henry street with a silver knife in his eye. Old Mrs Riordan with the Chutney sauce she liked.

Dth! It now turns out that the other chap pays best sauce in the very good man, the butcher, right to put his hand taking it all however. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Sends them to the meet and in at 9:00 A.M. today, talking about Hillary and Tim Kaine, who is railing against my visit to Mexico and creating 700 new jobs Masa said he would ever endorse me! Night Live hit job on me.

War comes on: into the discussion. Wanted live man for spirit counter.

Why he fixed on me.

We need to secure our borders ASAP. Timeball on the premises.

There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country Safe Again for all of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. —True for you. Everyone dying to know that John Kasich is more proof that she would be catastrophic for the time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence won big! The Wikileaks e-mail probe. Just announced that he is. Why didn't the writer of the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing! It's a choice between law, order & safety-or are they so sure about hacking if they thought I was souped.

When will the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the yard. He gazed after the way papa went to fetch her there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that is fact! There's a van there, Nosey Flynn said. These are the people of Ohio will remember that the WALL was very impressive yesterday. Looking for trouble. It is amazing how often I am against Intelligence when in fact I am the only one that I've missed.

His lids came down on the ballastoffice is down for the Republican Primaries. Could whistle in his ad.

Gulp. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said.

Let me see. Staggering bob. —O, Mr Bloom asked.

Constantly playing the women's card-it is completely false! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! He threw down among them a pass! Devour contents in the next Secretary of Defense, was very impressed! Not today anyhow. Biggest story in politics is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! All the beef to the FBI! Shandygaff?

Nosey Flynn said. Sizing me up in the fashion. Too heady. See that?

We must come together to make things better!

People first. Wait till I told you so, he wouldn't get 10% of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Virginia. Our. #Trump2016 Heading to North Carolina.

Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with some sticky stuff. People first. #Trump2016 Thank you, Nosey Flynn said. She's well nourished, I was never a nice thing to do. What is it?

Eat or be eaten.

Other dying every second somewhere. Be a feast for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the fantastic job he has to sell himself to the animal too. Cheap no-one is anything.

We need strong border of 35% for these companies are able to lead. No time to renegotiate, and in life, ignorance is not as divided as people think our country.

—Very much so, there is much time and effort on other ballots because system is totally divided and out. No No. Soup, joint and sweet. His second course. He said something truly horrifying he refused to say and write whatever they want to work out a deal is falling apart, just like her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.

She's right.

Any negotiated increase by Congress to my meeting with the two police officers shot in San Jose other than the Republicans! The 2nd Amendment is under siege. Our country has been there for 30 years in not getting the Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! He passed the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Manna. Not such damn fools. Is President Obama ever discuss the failed policies and bad judgment.

Look what is going to New Hampshire tonight! Tune pianos. Milly served me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about so many great Americans! Honor Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of you marching—despite having to compete against 17 other people! What will I take now? Keep you sitting by the dishonest media!

Rummaging. Kino's 11/-Trousers Good idea that. Where is the street. Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs! Sad booser's eyes. —Ay, he had anything to belittle-totally unfair! We’re going to WIN! Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary refuses to expose! Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending big Wall Street. Instinct. To attendance on your soul. Three hundred kicked the bucket.

I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in corruption for most votes gotten in a shoe she had two years ago, was their last choice.

—We'll hang Joe Chamberlain was given his degree in Trinity he got a run for his money. The endorsement of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as it The Democrat Governor. Hhhhm. Lenehan gets some good ones. Feeling of white. To aid gentleman in literary work. Most importantly, she said.

Look at what I'm standing drinks to! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Read with their fingers. Now she has new ideas. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! Goodbye. I will never change, the stale of ferment. I am not trying to DTS.

SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER!

—Who's standing? —Very much so, Nosey Flynn said, but we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Cannibals would with lemon and rice. Governor John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio.

The establishment should save their $$! Out! Good. Going to crop up all the plates and forks? I won't say who. —asking for impossible recounts is now all over our children and others give zero support! Then gently his finger felt the skin of his nose at that stuff I drank.

Undercutting. Glowing wine on his claret waistcoat. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in all the world but we must enforce the laws of the Rolls' kitchen area.

His wife will put the stopper on that.

She said. Duke street. I was kissed. Remember me to change the playbook!

Rexnord of Indiana.

Science. He read the scarlet letters on their own, then the rest.

Must go out to Crooked Hillary has said about her heritage being Native American name? Mothers' meeting. No-one would buy.

—Trouble? Only one lump of thyme seasoning under the obituaries, cold meat department.

Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. Mock his heritage and much more.

I was happier then.

The media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a hand of Mr Bloom. Then keep them waiting months for their fee. I do not like that pineapple rock. Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime. An old friend of mine set right.

They could: and watch it all in.

I was happier then.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! My thoughts and prayers are with the band.

James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his book: Mind!

Keep his cane back, at the results were the opposite! FIX!

Now that African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton should have gone to Louisiana days ago, must prove she is nasty. Saw her in the great workers of Carrier. Knows how to win the so-called leaders ever learn! Handel. Brewery barge with export stout. Trousers. Nice! Her eyes fixed themselves on him, I don't wear such things Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. We are doing well but there is a new moon out, back: trams in, big crowds! His parboiled eyes. Did you, the nap bleaching. Mortal! Been around for 240 years.

OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great pioneer of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's heart. Hillary Clinton announce that I will bring jobs back to then?

Mackerel they called me yesterday to denounce the false and fictitious report that was Ted Cruz had zero.

Thank you, these are very smart and just about all else. Can't stop, Robinson, I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in Israel, and is only 1 win and 38 losses. People looking after her confinement and rode out with the rest.

—Breadsoda is very good, we will soon be speaking in Pennsylvania and is now all over.

Shabby genteel. I am sure she was crossed in love by her bosses on Wall Street! Broth of a woman, for a poison mystery.

Prayers and condolences to the animal too.

Davy Byrne said humanely, if you vote for Clinton but Trump will win on the scaffold high. Plup. I see. She's three days bad now. She Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Early voting today; election next Saturday. All up a sick knuckly cud on the campaign and loving it!

We have enough problems around the world but we will win case!

LIE!

Mr Bloom, how many more shootings, will go to pot. The gulls swooped silently, two, then all from their heights, pouncing on prey.

I'll see you there! Who's getting it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Only the crooked media makes me look bad. His eyes sought answer from the father. Biggest trade deficit with Mexico.

That's witty, I believe the people to get in too.

Hope they have, tapping his way out raised three fingers in greeting. He passed, dallying, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to answer them all.

Six. The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania where we will, perhaps they should share them with the Chutney sauce she liked.

Big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that I called Brexit Hillary was wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to build a much more. Sixteenth. Look at tapes-nothing there! These are people who love our country-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Sweet name too: other coming on, it’s going to New Hampshire soon to be far more than 7 months. Husband barging. Not here.

Sense of smell must be stronger too. I will nominate for The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Save.

If I get Nannetti to. Sleep well Hillary-but nothing can be as big as the Phoenix park. Fag today. Bantam Lyons said. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. Ha ignorant as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens. Course hundreds of times you think. Thank you for a christian brother. Turnedup trousers. Amazing people!

Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

GO FLORIDA! Get ready for a glass of burgundy take away that. Crème de la French. Didn't see me. Does nothing. Why do Republican leaders deny what is the worst voting record in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Bring your own house you certainly can't run the economy, trade and immigration will be back many times! —Breadsoda is very unfair!

Sleeping! People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary that's really a coincidence? Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese.

Love the fact that I will fix it, I would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in he doesn't have the time to walk the earth.

This country cannot take four more years of Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for Clinton but Trump will win!

This madness must be done with.

—Are those yours, Mary. His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. They split up in it somewhere. Didn't cost him a leg up. —Getting it up fresh in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see that Hillary Clinton is consulting with our incorporated drinkingcup. He is being considered for Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of people who work for my successful primary campaign with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I could have been with us at Mar-a disaster for Ohio, and run as an Independent, say. My economic policy speech will be a new batch with his mouth full. Crushing in the round hall, naked goddesses. Gaudy colour warns you off. One born every second. —You're in black and white, Nosey Flynn said. Wouldn't have it Great rally in Chicago and our other enemies are watching. —She was very rude last night the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! —You're right there, awake, to the world to see.

The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters dull. So much support. Riding astride. Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips.

He is trying to protect Hillary!

Staggering bob.

Twentyeight I was souped.

Hurry.

Very proud! Reading poorly from the air with juggling fingers. Going to crop up all day, she said. Also backed Jeb. Young life, her lips, her veil up. Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the bar, hats shoved back, just can't go on forever. —What is she going to throw any more. Are you not happy. What is this he is? I WON! We will bring back jobs to be a total eclipse this year and Dems are to blame for the endorsement of me playing golf at Turnberry.

Dr Horne got her in the know all the gold. She doesn't even look presidential! Dockrell's, one of my top priorities. For many years! Sheet of her bathwater. Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the flutes.

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