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Belated Happily Ever After

((A/N: Hello again, all! I’m finally getting back around to uploading the rest of the stories...kind of. This one I can say for certain was a request.))

Pairing: DKxReader

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Friendship

Word Count: 7,962

Summary: You fell in love with the sun...but it turned out the sun did not love you back and couldn’t fathom loving you back, so you fell off the face of the Earth. Luckily, the sweetest sometimes-tiger, sometimes-hamster you’ve ever known was there to catch your fall until you were ready to face the sun again.

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Your professor had a way of making time fly despite the class itself being over two hours long You had never been much of a history buff, the multiple dates you had to recall always being the enemy, but this history course was so interesting and engaging, it was easy to lose track of time. Hence, why you and most of your classmates didn’t even notice that the lesson was supposed to be over about 20 minutes ago, the next class crowding the door and waiting to take their seats.

“Time really does fly when you’re having fun,” you mumbled to yourself, finishing up your notes and storing your materials into your backpack before rising to make your exit.

“Remember to read Chapter 13 for homework, everyone! We’re going to have a very involved discussion next class meeting,” the professor announced, waving at the retreating students before welcoming the next class.

You pulled your planner from your bag with the intention of recording the homework and rifled further for a pen. Exiting the class and quite distracted, you never had a chance to prepare for-

“Finally!”

“ACK! Soonyoung!”

-the energizer bunny that wrapped his arms around you from behind and spun you around, his ecstatic laughter ringing loud in the hall.

“I’ve been waiting forever for you , Y/N,” Soonyoung laughed, setting you down on your feet and ruffling your hair, “What took the class so long?”

“Cut it out!” you demanded, batting his hand away from your hair and readjusting any stray strands, “What is it with you guys and messing with a girl’s hair? Anyway, I guess we all just got really into the lesson and lost track of time.”

“I wish my classes were that interesting…or maybe it’s because you’re just really smart and like the subject, so it comes easy to you!”

“I hate history.”

“Well, whatever! The fact is that we were waiting a long time for you and I’m starving!”

“We?”

“Seokmin was waiting with me, but went ahead to buy our lunch,” Soonyoung elaborated, turning you around by your shoulders and guiding you out of the building, “He should already be with the others, so let’s go! Hurry! Hurry! My stomach’s caving in!”

“O-Okay, okay! I’m going!” you replied, grateful that you were able to conceal the red of your cheeks, but very much aware of the heat burning beneath them.

Seokmin did that to you. Even just the mere mention of him; the sound of his name, the sound of his voice, a simple thought centered around the Child Development major known as Lee Seokmin had your heart galloping through fields of daisies and poppies. It had been one full year since you came to terms with your infatuation for him, but that didn’t keep the butterflies from swarming or your palms from dampening. It just made you an expert on hiding it from him.

With Soonyoung practically dragging you along behind him at a full run, the both of you eventually made it to the university quad, finding your friends lounging in the green not too far away.

“I brought Y/N!” the dancer announced, coming to a stop and smoothly pulling you next to him before slinging an arm around your shoulders like he always did, “Her history class ran longer than usual because they were having too much fun.”

“I thought you hated history,” Joshua mused with a smile, watching you struggle to catch your breath.

“I hate history…but I love…the professor…” you panted with your hands on your knees, eventually keeling over into the grass between Joshua and your roommate/friend, Miaka, “Soonyoung tried to kill me.”

“You were walking too slowly and I’m really hungry,” he whined, dropping down on the other side of Miaka and groaning dramatically.

“You were Sonic-running and I don’t appreciate the forced exercise,” you mumbled, laying stomach down on the grass and willing your breath to even out while remaining oblivious to Soonyoung’s pouting at being scolded.

Just as you were starting to feel better, your heart settling and your breathing steady, another attack came upon you in the form of fingers dancing up and down your incredibly ticklish side.

“AAHH! Nonono! Who?! Why?!” you shrieked, flipping over onto your back and curling up to prevent the onslaught, “Stop it!”

The laugh that hit your ears made your whole body tingle, the sun blocked by your attacker’s head as his smile took its place lighting up your world. In the exact moment your eyes locked with happy brown ones, you swore the birds sang sweeter, the wind was cooler, the sky was bluer and the grass felt like feathers. Everything felt so wonderful that if you died right then and there, you wouldn’t even mind it.

“You’re funny when you’re tickled, Y/N,” Seokmin stated, running a hand through his black hair, messing up his side-part a little bit.

“There is nothing funny about torturing me,” you answered, hoping against hope that the blush on your cheeks and the slight stutter you released wasn’t too noticeable.

He laughed again and held up a white, plastic carton along with a cold can of soda, “I got your lunch. I’m pretty sure I got what you usually like. Soonyoung’s better at remembering your order than I am.”

‘Oh, he’s just the sweetest!’ you gushed mentally, wanting to squeal, but instead sitting up and taking the items that he offered.

“I’m sure it’s fine. I eat just about anything, anyway.”

“She’s like a trashcan.”

“I’m sorry, did the bottomless pit over there say something?”

The whole group sat in amusement at the playful bickering between you and Soonyoung, Seokmin lowering himself down right behind you with his own food and laughing at Soonyoung’s expense. He was sitting rather close, almost forcing himself between you and Miaka with his legs on practically either side of your hips. Again, your heart did somersaults and the color in your cheeks deepened.

“Anyway, how much do I owe you for buying my lunch?” you asked him, beginning to rifle through your bag for your wallet.

Seokmin stopped you with a gentle touch to your arm, shaking his head once he had your attention, his smile beaming at your face, “You don’t owe me anything! It’s on me.”

You just gazed at him for a beat, wondering what good deed you did at any point in this life or others to deserve a person like him in your life. Even if he was just a friend…even if you wanted to be more.

It was hard to tell when this maddening crush of yours on Lee Seokmin actually started, but it felt like it’s been present ever since you entered University. You met both him and Soonyoung at around the same time, both becoming your best friends, but it was the sun-shiny man with a voice as beautiful as a song bird’s that captured your heart. He was playful yet considerate, positively hilarious, and so positive that you felt you could never have a bad day with him around or continue to mope after having a bad day. He made your dark days bright and your bright days even better. He was everything to you…and you wished you could be everything to him, too.

“Hey, Seokmin. Seungkwan. Why don’t you two sing us that song you were practicing? Let us hear how it’s going,” Jun, one of the oldest in the group, spoke up suddenly, disrupting conversations and forcing all eyes on the two mentioned males.

You blinked curiously, looking back at Seokmin, “You two are practicing a song? How come?”

Seokmin chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, “We were bored and heard a song that we wanted to try harmonizing on. I think Joshua was playing it on the guitar.”

“And look at this! Said person just so happens to have said guitar with him!” Seungcheol proclaimed from his spot beside Joshua, nudging the other’s arm with his elbow, “You should play it and you two-” he pointed to Seungkwan and Seokmin, “should sing it!”

“Yeah, sing it for us!”

“Come on you, guys!”

“Sing it! Sing it! Sing it!”

Soon, the whole group was chanting for the two vocalists, Seungkwan eventually calming them down with an exasperated sigh of ‘fiiinnne’. The two of them prepared themselves while Joshua tuned his guitar, you focusing on your food while they did so. Soon, the first riffs of the song drifted through the air, followed by the second and third…and then, they were singing.

Voices mixing and blending so beautifully, Seungkwan and Seokmin captivated the group, as always. Their powerful voices snatching every ear; it was both a blessing and a curse to be sitting so close to your crush at this point, struggling to not stare at him too hard and yet wanting to memorize the expression on his face while you still had the chance. He absently played with the back of your hair while he sang, a rush of tingles dancing down your spine. He smiled at you and you smiled at him, nodding your head along to the song and wishing you could melt into his arms…without it being weird.

At the end of the performance, the last note fading out, the trio received a round of applause from their friends, though you smiled the biggest and the brightest at Seokmin.

He leaned in closer to you, whispering playfully, “How did I do?”

“Amazing, as always. I don’t even know why you bother asking me,” you play-whispered back, reaching up to fix his side-part and melting when he smiled at you with a little touch to your arm as thanks.

Suddenly, the campus clock tower started to chime and you froze when you realized how late it was actually getting. “Crap! What time is it?!” you hissed, pulling your phone from your bag and cursing when you saw that it was just turning 3 PM, “My last class starts in 15 minutes and it’s across campus. I have to go.”

“Don’t worry about your trash. I’ll take care of it,” Seokmin offered.

You smiled nearly bashfully, but shook your head, “You don’t have to, Seokmin. I can do it. It’s fine.”

“Ah, you’re so stubborn.” His eyes narrowed into a playful glare, his tongue clicking in ‘disappointment’, “It’s fine to accept help, Y/N. It’ll be one less thing for you to worry about! I don’t want you to be late for class, so I’ll take care of your trash!”

To show that he meant business, the man took the pile of trash from you and reached over to put your backpack in your hands. He then ushered you up and pushed on the small of your back until you took two steps away.

“Go, go! You’re losing time! Make sure to pay attention!”

You stared at him for a beat longer, a silly smile touching your lips as you nodded, “Alright…thank you!”

After bidding good-bye to your group of friends, and promising Miaka that you’ll clear the night to help her study, you took only two more steps before Soonyoung was calling out to you.

“Wait, Y/N! I’ll go with you!” he said, stuffing the rest of his food into his mouth and then moving to stand up.

“Your class is in the opposite direction of mine, Soonyoung ,and it’s going to be starting soon, too!” you objected, frowning when he gave his trash to Seokmin and asked him to take care of that, too, which he happily agreed to.

“So?” the dancer retorted, hopping next to you with a big, cheeky grin on his face, “I want to walk you; make sure you get there safe.” You rolled your eyes as he bid his farewells, shoving his shoulder when he started pushing you in the direction of your class, earning a giggle from him.

“Good luck in class, Y/N!”

You looked back to see Seokmin smiling and waving after you, the dazzling brightness of his grin leaving you breathless, yet re-energized. You returned the gesture and called out a thank you, beginning a light-footed trek to your class with Soonyoung hot on your heels. Not even his teasing could make the smile fall from your face after spending time in Seokmin’s presence, your mind too occupied with his warm smile to even think of good, witty comebacks. You just…floated to class, drunk on infatuation and high on his beautiful voice.

~*~*~*~

It was right around 8:30 PM when you returned to your apartment that evening, mentally drained but feeling rather accomplished. After your last class, you joined a few of your History classmates for a study group and then went to get dinner with them, making sure to leave in a timely manner so you could have enough time to help Miaka study that night, as promised.

You sighed in relief when you got inside, classical music drifting pleasantly in the air; Miaka liked to study to the sound of an orchestra. She said it helped her to focus more.

“I’m home!” you called, toeing off your shoes and moving into the living room.

“And just in time, too!” Miaka greeted, never looking up from the index cards she was working on at the coffee table, “I’m just about done making my flashcard for my biology terms and then you’ll be able to quiz me on them for the test.”

“Sounds good,” you replied, throwing your coat and bag down on sofa behind her before throwing yourself down at the coffee table in front of her, “How many do you have?”

“118.”

“Do you plan on sleeping at all tonight?”

“Nope and I hope you don’t either.”

You rolled your eyes loudly, giggling when Miaka stuck her tongue out at you in retaliation. To entertain yourself while she finished with the rest of her cards, you picked up the already completed ones and started to look over them. A moment of silence passed between you two.

“So, how was your last class?” she suddenly asked, still focused on the cards.

“It was decent,” you answered.

Miaka glanced at you, smiling mischievously, “What, it wasn’t spectacular after being blessed by Lee Seokmin’s wish of good luck? You weren’t floating on air? Hearing angels sing? Citing romantic haikus?”

You stared at her flatly, clearly unamused, “I hate you.”

“You love me,” she shot back.

“I hope you fail this test.”

“And I hope you embarrass yourself in front of your dream man.”

You groaned at her last jab, setting the cards down before flopping back onto the carpet, “Why are you being so mean?!”

Miaka laughed, completing the last card and then reaching over to add it to the pile, organizing them in the process. “Honestly, why don’t you just tell the guy that you like him? What’ the worst that could happen?”

You popped back up, “I could make a fool of myself. I could ruin a perfectly good friendship and possibly lose Soonyoung in the process. I could make him feel so uncomfortable around me that he never wants to see my face again. The list goes on!” Another groan and another flop back onto the carpet. “God…why does he have to be so perfect? Why do I have to have a crush on a guy that’s never going to like me back?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘never’.”

You returned to your sitting position, staring your friend straight into her soul, “What are you talking about?”

“Look,” she started, pausing to choose her words carefully, “It might just be me, but I think he likes you, too.”

“HA!” You laughed incredulously, Miaka narrowing your eyes at you. “Oh, you’re funny, Miaka.”

“But I’m probably not wrong.”

“But you probably are.”

“But I’m probably not,” she insisted, “I mean, look at the way he treats you! He buys food for you without making you pay him back. He’s always encouraging you. He’s always trying to sit really close to you. He asks for your opinions before anyone else’s. He offers to do things for you that’ll make your life easier! The man is practically establishing himself as your boyfriend. All you two need now are couple’s outfits.”

As much as you wanted to argue with her- because you vaguely remember Soonyoung doing a lot of the same things from time to time- that niggling of hope deep in your soul started to work against you. Big time. You started to think…maybe she was right? Did Seokmin like you? Were you more special to him than you allowed yourself to believe?

You chewed your bottom lip thoughtfully, brow furrowing in worry, “But…I don’t know, Miaka. If it’s true…and he likes me like I like him…then why hasn’t he said anything? Why hasn’t he confessed?”

The other woman shrugged her shoulders, smirking triumphantly, “Maybe you’re the one girl that makes him too shy to do it.”

You froze, giving her the chance to continue, “Maybe you should be the one to confess.”

“But…Me? How?! I can’t…H-How would I even-”

“The next time you two are alone.” She interrupted you, holding a finger up, “Conditions are never going to really be perfect, but take advantage of the next time you guys aren’t being bothered and tell him how you feel. He’ll probably be super relieved that you did!”

“I…I don’t know. It’s not exactly the romantic confession I imagined,” you mused, pouting slightly, “I always wanted to be the one that someone confessed to.”

Miaka clicked her tongue before pursing her lips in disapproval, “Do you want this man or not?”

You hesitated…and then nodded.

“Then you know what you need to do,” she finalized, handing you the finished and organized stacks of index cards, “Now quiz me. We can talk about your repressed love life later.”

You glared at her, but took the stacks and set them up on the coffee table, starting to go through the different categories with her. While you worked hard to remain in study mode for Miaka’s sake, you couldn’t help the little voice whispering in the back of your mind: how long would you have to wait before you could confess?

The answer…

*~*~*~*

Not that long at all, actually! About two weeks if we’re going to try to be exact and it was Seokmin himself who gave you the opportunity.

You remembered the Monday afternoon that brought you to this moment, the shriek that filled the apartment after you told Miaka how Seokmin had texted you and asked you to go to a movie with him. She had then started raving about how ‘This is it!’ and ‘This is your chance!’ and ‘He’s totally asking you on a date!’. This was followed up with her planning your outfit for your Friday night outing with him, from your shoes and accessories to what you were going to do with your hair. You had tried to tell her that it was just a movie, nothing big, so a nice pair of jeans couples with a pretty shirt and some cute sandals would work fine.

She wasn’t having any of that, though, and immediately took you out shopping for the perfect outfit, declaring that you couldn’t make a proper confession without looking drop-dead gorgeous first.

“I mean, more gorgeous than you already are,” she had added, giggling girlishly while pulling a multitude of dresses and skirts from the rack at your favorite store.

All of her primping, polishing, encouraging and hyping were what helped you to get through the week without losing your mind in excitement, to Friday night…to this moment here. She truly made you believe that this really was it, that this was the moment you confessed and it would end in happily ever after. Even the ‘date’ itself seemed to solidify it: he bought the popcorn and drinks at the movies for the both of you, draped his arm around your shoulders, he took you to dinner after, got you your favorite dessert. He complimented your whole look more than twice that evening and you even caught him staring from time to time, that giant grin of his ever present.

The night had been a success and this was now your moment, the both of you walking down the pathway through the park, trekking towards the bus stop that would take you home. This was it. Now or never.

“Hey, Seokmin…”

He looked at you expectantly, warmly, while you slowed to a stop with him facing you. “I, uh…I have…something…that I need to tell you,” you stammered, heart pounding relentlessly, cheeks flushing and palms nearly drenched.

His brows furrowed now, his hands hovering over your shoulders, as if preparing to catch you if you fainted, “What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you feeling okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I mean…I-I will be if I can just…j-just get this out.” You took a deep, shaky breath, fiddling with your fingers and staring at the concrete while Seokmin eyed you carefully, “I’ve been…wanting…I’ve been wanting to tell you this…for a while...and now seems as good a time as it’s going to get.”

Another deep, shaky breath and you forced yourself to lock eyes with him, “I like you, Seokmin. A lot. A lot a lot. I have for a while, now…and I was hoping, after tonight, we could try to make it a little more official. Maybe go on another date?”

He stared at you, dumbstruck. You stared back, sweating bullets, worrying your bottom lip. Your heart was beating out of control and you felt like you were going to vomit from the anticipation. Then Seokmin smiled. It was small at first, then bigger, then bigger still until it was fully, shining smile that you loved so much. It warmed you, comforted you, and you were so sure that he was going to confess back.

But then…he was laughing and you were confused.

“That was a good one, Y/N! You really had me going there!” he said between chuckles, his hand over his heart.

Your brow pinched together in confusion, “W-What?”

“You were so believable!” he said, “I almost fell for it, too! You having a crush on me? Oh, man. Did Soonyoung put you up to this? You two are always playing tricks on me!”

What was happening? What is this? He thought this was a joke? Your own heart was stuttering now, your mind panicking to try and make sense of this situation. How do you salvage it? What do you do?!

“Seokmin, no, I…I wasn’t joking…” He stopped laughing, stopped smiling, and stared at you. “I really do…like you.”

You both were quiet again, but the world was unbearably loud. You could clearly hear the cars passing on the street, the electric buzz of the lamps that lit the pathway, the sounds of the evening bugs. Your ears felt hot, but your fingers felt cold and your heart was pounding so hard you could swear it was just as audible as the cars on the street.

There was still a chance. There was still hope…until there wasn’t.

“Oh…Y/N,” Seokmin sighed, frowning and rubbing the back of his head uncomfortably.

Oh no…

“I’m…I’m sorry, but…”

What have you done?

“I don’t feel the same way. I like someone else.”

Your heart came to a screeching halt and then dive-bombed right into your stomach. Your hands felt clammy in your own grip as you tried to keep yourself from falling apart.

“O-Oh,” you muttered, dropping your gaze to your feet, “I-I just thought that…maybe…I-I mean, you were always so…sweet to me. Always buying my lunch and encouraging me and going out of your way for me…and asking me to go see a movie with you…”

“We hadn’t gotten a chance to just hang out in a long time and no one else wanted to watch this movie with me,” he explained, looking away from you as well, “And of course I would do all of those other things for you. You’re one of my best friends! But I would never like you in that way. I mean, it’s you. Why would I like someone like you?”

The coldest of winds passed over you and you felt like crumbling into nothing. That’s how you felt now, anyway…like nothing. Seokmin seemed to realize how harsh his words sounded and started to panic.

“Oh, no, Y/N! I didn’t mean it like that!” He took a step towards you, but you took two back. “Y/N, please. That was an asshole-thing for me to say and I’m sorry! I just meant that-”

You held a hand up and when you lifted your gaze, Seokmin could’ve sworn he had been hit in the gut by a train. The unshed tears in your eyes were things he never wanted to see, let alone be the reason for. The smile painted on your lips looked painful and he wished he could turn back time to keep this all from happening.

Regardless, you still continued to smile and took a deep breath through your nose, “It’s okay…Seokmin. I understand. I’m not the one you like and I looked at everything all wrong. It’s my fault for seeing things that weren’t there.”

He had no words, watching you dab at the tears that escaped and streaked down your cheeks, attempting not to smudge your makeup. You composed yourself as best you could, shaking your head.

“I think…I’m going to go home by myself,” you whispered, looking past him to avoid seeing the pitiful look he cast at you, “I can’t be around you right now.”

“Y/N, please don’t be like this. I don’t want to lose my friend.” He reached for you desperately when you walked past him, “I can’t let you walk home by yourself!”

You avoided his touch and stopped just three steps ahead of him, “…You can and you will. Good night, Seokmin.”

And then you left, not once looking back for fear of breaking down. You weren’t exactly sure how you got back to your apartment without breaking out into tears first, but when you arrived, you heard what sounded like Miaka and Soonyoung having some kind of battle from all the shouting you heard on the other side of the door.

You closed your eyes. Soonyoung…you didn’t have the strength to fake happiness in front of him right now, even though you knew how much he hated to see you sad.

With a deep sigh, and zombie-like movements, you walked inside and closed the door. The sounds of Mario Kart met your ears followed by Soonyoung shouting about how Miaka could ‘eat his tail’; his character must be Yoshi…he didn’t like Bowser very much. You slipped off your shoes and took off your coat, wondering how fast you could walk to your room without alerting the other two that something was wrong.

“Hey, Y/N! You’re back!”

Oops…too late. You were already spotted.

Miaka put the game on pause and hopped up from her spot on sofa just as you shuffled into the living room, “So how was it?! Was it romantic? Everything you dreamed of? Did you-”

She stopped once she got a good look at you, her own heart dropping at the broken state you were in.

“Y/N…Y/N what happened?” she asked you, her face contorting into worry just as Soonyoung rushed over to you as well.

You said nothing and it didn’t take long for Miaka to do the math, “You told him…and he didn’t…”

With slow movements and your body shaking with your repressed tears, you shook your head.

“Oh no…Y/N, I’m sorry,” Miaka sighed, but before she could comfort you, Soonyoung beat her to it.

He slid his hands onto your shoulders and made you face him, even as you refused to meet his eyes. The wall of tears built higher and higher, you struggling to keep them at bay; it killed him inside to see you trying so hard not to cry like this.

“Y/N…” he whispered, cupping your cheek, feeling you shaking, “I’m here…I’m right here.”

And that was all you needed, the tears pouring freely and Soonyoung gathering you into his chest. He hated to see you cry, but tonight, he wasn’t going to try and force you to stop. For that, you were grateful…for Soonyoung, you were grateful. He wasn’t the man you wanted, but he was the man you needed right now.

You held him tighter and he never let go.

*~*~*~*

It was four whole months before you had the nerve to even answer any of Seokmin’s texts again. You went from being heartbroken to being embarrassed and avoided the man like the bubonic plague. Unfortunately, that also meant avoiding your other friends as well since there was a chance that you could run into him at any outing they invited you to. Your only saving grace, aside from Miaka, was Soonyoung. He had always been by your side, but ever since the fiasco with Seokmin, he became more…constant, not that you were complaining.

In those four months, he named himself your official caregiver, making sure that you were eating well, resting well, and taking necessary breaks from studying. He would clear his weekend evenings to be with you or take you to hang out with other friends once it was confirmed that Seokmin was not going to be anywhere near the vicinity. The both of you spent long hours cuddling, still teasing one another, and going on little impromptu ‘dates’ where Soonyoung wouldn’t let you pay for a single thing. He complimented you more, texted you and called you, made it his life’s goal to always make sure that you were smiling and laughing. In those four months, he became more than just what you needed. He became what you wanted.

At the start of the fourth month, you were both official after a sweet, quiet, and red-cheeked confession from Soonyoung in the glow of the TV during one of your movie nights. Thinking about it now, a whole month into your new relationship, made you giddy and giggly, especially when you thought back on the kiss you shared that very same night: sweet and tender and a little bit playful, just like Soonyoung.

“Hey, princess.” A pair of warm arms encircled your shoulders from behind, warmer lips pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You giggled and wrapped your fingers around Soonyoung’s arm, turning your head to kiss him in return, “Hey, Soonyoung. How was class?”

He started whining as he plopped down in the seat beside you at the kitchen table, “Long. And boring! I just wanted to be with my jagiya! You should switch classes so we can always be together!”

“It’s too late in the semester, Soonyoung.”

“You’re right, you’ve put too much work into your classes to change them now, so I’ll change mine!”

“We’re not even in the same major.”

“I can learn!”

You giggled at his antics, Soonyoung puffing up proudly at the pretty sound. He lived to see you this happy and giggly and loved the fact that it was because of him your eyes shined so bright. He reached over and took your hand, giving your fingers cute little kisses of affection. You just about melted and begged him to stop making you blush.

“But you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed!” He pinched you cheeks and you made a face at him. “Anyway, what are you doing?”

“Studying,” you sighed, gazing down at the books and papers strewn across the dining table.

Soonyoung hummed, “Did you have lunch already?”

You shook your head, absently reading through your notes. “When was the last time you ate?” he asked.

You paused and stared at him blankly. After a few moments too long, you said, “I…I don’t remember.”

“Princess!” he exclaimed, looking horrified.

“I had to study!” you defended yourself.

“All of that studying won’t mean anything if you die from starvation!” he scolded you, standing up, “I’m ordering us food and you’re taking a break!”

“Alright, alright, fine,” you caved, watching him go into the living room where you and Miaka left the take-out menus.

You smiled to yourself at how caring your boyfriend, your thoughts interrupted by a ding on your cellphone. Checking the screen, your heart lurched momentarily when you saw that you received a message from Seokmin.

‘It’s been almost five months, Y/N. It’s time to get over it,’ you thought to yourself, opening the text.

‘Hi, Y/N. How are you? It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken to each other…I miss you.’

You took a deep breath, steadying your shaking hands as you replied, ‘Hey, Seokmin. It has been a while, huh? Sorry for avoiding you.’

‘No worries. I understand. I was harsh to you that night and I’m sorry,” he responded.

A flashback to that night crossed your mind, his question of why he would like someone like you ringing in your head…but not as clearly as it did a month ago. The sting of it had dulled itself, that you thanked Soonyoung for.

‘You weren’t that harsh, Seokmin. It’s okay. Thank you for apologizing, though.’

He didn’t respond right away, but when another message came through, it was a bit of a surprise.

‘Can we meet up? I need to talk to you about something. I feel like you’ll be the only one to understand.’

What did that mean? You stared at the message for longer than necessary, reading it over and over again. You knew this day would eventually come, where you would have to see Seokmin face to face. You imagined it a little differently, though, where you would meet him by chance out on the University grounds, probably in passing and you two would have an awkward moment of forced laughter and ‘how are you?’ questions before finally coming to terms that you were okay and ready to be friends again. What you never imagined was Seokmin asking to see you to talk about something very important, it looked like. That’s what swayed you in making your decision, but first…

“Soonyoung,” you called out, hearing your boyfriend shuffle from the living room and back towards the dining table, one hand clutching a take-out menu and the other holding his phone to his ear.

He stared at you expectantly and you gestured for him to hang up the phone. “What’s up, Princess?” he asked, taking his previous seat.

“Seokmin just texted me,” you answered, earning a stare back in return as he waited, “…and I answered him this time.”

“Oh…how did that go? Are you guys okay?” he ventured, worry lines appearing on his forehead, which you instinctively reached out to smooth away with your thumb.

“I think so. I mean, I’m pretty sure we are, but…he asked if we could meet up. I think he wants to talk to me about something important.”

Soonyoung blinked in surprise, but brushed it aside to study your expression. You didn’t look anxious or nervous. From that alone, he didn’t see a reason to try and persuade you not to go. He placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently as your eyes trained themselves on your phone.

“It has been four months, Y/N, and I know that he still wants to be your friend. He always cared about you and still does. I think he also just wants to know that you’re okay and actually hear it from you this time. He usually asks me.”

Soonyoung’s comforting gesture eased the butterflies in your stomach and only solidified the decision you already made. “So…you’re okay if I go to meet him?” you asked.

“Of course! We’re all still friends and you’re mine now, so I’m not worried about anything,” he answered cheerfully, pinching your cheek.

You giggled and playfully swatted his hand away. He only grabbed yours and laced your fingers together, watching you carefully.

“Do you want me to come with you? For support?”

You didn’t even need to think about it, shaking your head confidently, “No, I’ll be fine on my own. I think this is something we need to do by ourselves, anyway.”

With that, you picked your phone back up and texted him back, telling him that you would be happy to meet up with him. About 30 minutes later –this must be really important whatever he needs to talk to you about- you were waiting for him outside the campus food court at one of the outdoor tables. You sipped on a smoothie you had ordered, an extra one you bought for Seokmin sitting in front of you.

You weren’t going to lie and say that you weren’t nervous. The apprehension was making fidgety, your leg bouncing up and down as you gnawed on the end of your straw. A small part of you thought it was ridiculous now to be this afraid. Like Soonyoung said, it had been four months! The night was over, the embarrassment was over, and you were over the whole thing.

“Y/N!”

You whipped around just in time to see Seokmin jogging towards you, barely giving you time to stand up before he was throwing his arms around you. Frozen, you allowed him to hug you, the man swaying you both back and forth as an involuntary chuckle filled your ears.

“Sorry, sorry. That was impulsive and I probably shouldn’t have hugged you so suddenly, but I’m really happy to see you,” he explained once he let you go.

“Oh, um…sure…no problem.” You gave a small smile and took your seat again, Seokmin doing the same on the other side. Remembering the smoothie you bought for him, you picked up the cup and reached over to give it to him, “Here, I got this for you. It’s your favorite.”

His smile reached from ear to ear as he accepted it, “Thank you! What do I owe you?”

“Nu uh,” you shook your head, playful smile touching your lips, “This one’s on me. Think of it as a little payback for all the times you spotted me for food.”

He chuckled, but nodded his head, “Alright, then.”

Silence reined one more, the both of you trying to figure out what dynamic this was now. Some tension remained, but not nearly as much as you thought there was going to be. You took the time to study him, just as he was studying you. Your eyes roamed the planes of his face, searching for any dark circles or ghost-white pallor. You saw nothing, but the healthy Seokmin you always knew and found yourself hoping that he found happiness with the girl he liked the way that you found happiness with Soonyoung.

“It really is good to see you, Y/N,” Seokmin stated, breaking the ice as the warmth from his smile matched the light in his eyes.

“I missed you, too, Seokmin. I avoided you for a long time and I’m sorry about that…but I just didn’t know how to face you after that night,” you answered, gaze dropping to your smoothie cup.

“I understand,” he voiced lowly, fiddling with his straw, “I was worried, though…I thought I had lost you as a friend. That was the last thing I wanted to happen and it killed me to think that it actually did. I…was scared that you wouldn’t want to meet me today…or at all.”

You were astounded, your eyes transfixed on him. How were you supposed to respond to that? How did you want to respond to that? The answer came naturally.

“You were never in danger of losing me as a friend, Seokmin,” you said, voice filled with conviction.

It was his turn to stare at you incredulously, letting you continue, “I did, however, entertain the idea of not seeing you today. I wasn’t sure if I was ready, yet, but it sounded like you needed to talk to me about something important. Is everything alright?”

Here, he avoided your gaze, a nervous laugh bubbling up in his throat. This had you curious, your head tilting to the side.

“Everything…kind of hurts.” And for the first time since you had known him, Seokmin let his smile drop in front of you, hitting you with a sadness that made your heart clench.

You sat up straighter, leaning forward with your eyes fixed on his face, “Seokmin, what happened?”

“What happened is…what I did to you that night, someone else did to me.” You were confused, Seokmin leaning back in his chair. “The girl that I liked, she didn’t return my feelings. I thought we were hitting it off really well. We spent a lot of time together, had a lot of fun…but when I confessed, she told me that she would never date someone like me and that she never wanted to talk to me again.”

How familiar? You would never wish that kind of embarrassment on anyone, not even the person who made you feel like that in the first place.

“Seokmin…I’m so sorry,” you said, reaching for his hand and holding it, “I’m really, really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.”

“I’m not saying it because it’s my fault. I’m saying it because you’re hurt.”

He smiled sadly at you and squeezed your hand, “After she told me that, I couldn’t help but to start thinking if that’s how I made you feel. Like I never wanted to see you again.”

Oh…that made sense and, if you were being honest with yourself, that had been a prominent thought the first few weeks following what happened. You were so sure that he wouldn’t want to be around someone who had made things so uncomfortable between you two and that’s what fueled your need to avoid him at all costs.

“Truthfully, Seokmin, I did think that way for a little while,” you said, releasing his hand to sit up again, “But, I guess I didn’t have much to worry about.”

“You didn’t have anything to worry about. You’re one of my best friends. I was going to fight for you.”

You laughed, as did he, and this time, when things got quiet, it wasn’t tense. It felt…serene. At last, after all these months, the full weight of this situation finally fell from your shoulders. You and Seokmin made up, had closer. You breathed the deepest sigh of relief you’ve ever released and felt relaxed.

“I’m glad to see you doing so well after all this time,” Seokmin added, pulling a silly little grin from you.

“I have Soonyoung to thank for that.”

“I’m glad about that, too! You make him really happy, Y/N. He’s been in love with you since the day he met you!”

“Okay, now you’re exaggerating,” you rolled your eyes.

Seokmin shook his head insistently, “No, it’s true! He told me himself two days after he met you. He said that he met the girl he was going to spend the rest of his life with, but as time went on and we all became friends, he got too scared to tell you because he didn’t want to ruin the friendship he had with you.”

You stared dumbfounded at Seokmin, cheeks flushing and heart pitter-pattering against your chest. Suddenly, you released a loud, disappointed groan, throwing yourself back against your chair. Seokmin blinked at you.

“What? What? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Poor Soonyoung! I must’ve drove him crazy talking about my crush on you all the time,” you groaned again, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes, “It was non-stop!”

“Wow, you really did like me,” he mused, making you glare flatly at him.

“I did. You have that kind of effect on people,” you replied, sitting up and sighing, “I’ll have to make it up to him.”

“I doubt he cares much at this point. He has you now! I’m sure he feels all the torture was worth it.”

You giggled and nodded your head, looking at Seokmin and then at your smoothie cup before lifting it up towards him, “Friends?”

He paused momentarily, grinning soon after and lifting up his own cup, “Best friends?”

Your smile grew all the wider, “Best friends.”

You both laughed and took a sip of your smoothies, sealing the deal. Now that the storm of your life had fully passed, you gave Seokmin an apologetic look.

“It was good seeing you again, Seokmin, but I should be going. I promised Soonyoung I would get back to the apartment with enough time for lunch and a movie before studying. Knowing him, he probably hid all of my books to make me keep my promise.”

“I don’t think he’s at the apartment,” he told you, catching you off guard.

“Huh? What do you mean? How do you know?”

“Because he’s trying to hide behind that tree over there.”

You processed his words a second too slow, but when you whipped around to said tree he was pointing at, you found a very familiar figure trying to duck behind the thin base. Your mouth dropped open and you stood up.

“Soonyoung!” you called.

He peeked out from behind the tree, donning a pair of sunglasses and a hoodie in an attempt to look ‘inconspicuous’. Realizing his cover had been blown, he pasted on the biggest, cheesiest grin and meandered over to you.

“Hey, Princess! Seokmin!” he greeted, popping a kiss on your cheek.

You narrowed your eyes at him, making him fidget, “Feel proud of yourself for spying on us?”

“Nooooo! Princess, don’t say it like that!” he whined, taking your hand in his, “I wasn’t spying on you. Okay, maybe I was a little bit, but I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

“I told you I was going to be fine,” you reminded him.

“I know, but then I started thinking what if it didn’t end fine,” he explained, his gaze never leaving you, “I didn’t want you to have to walk back to your apartment alone and sad if the worst happened.”

Oh, how this man made your heart stutter. You couldn’t stay cross with him, your expression falling into a smile as you cupped his cheek and gave him a soft kiss. He laughed childishly afterwards, embracing you right after. Once he let you go, with his arm slung over your shoulders, he looked between you and Seokmin, eyes flashing with worry.

“So are you two okay now? Like, completely?” he asked, almost fearing the answer.

You and Seokmin looked at each other, similar smiles spreading across your faces; “Yup, we’re all good!” you answered.

“Best friends again,” Seokmin followed, the both of you startling when Soonyoung released an excited shout.

“Oh, I’m so happy! I hated seeing you both so unhappy because of each other!” he gushed, cuddling you into his chest, “Let’s celebrate with lunch! I’m starving! And you, missy, are supposed to be taking a study break anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, Seokmin, before he starts rushing us.”

Seokmin stood up beside you and before you could start your way into the food court, he grabbed you in a hug and squeezed you gently. This time, you were a little more prepared and hugged him back.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“No problem,” you whispered back.

When you pulled away from each other, and you looked at him, you no longer saw the man that you had the biggest crush on and experienced the most painful rejection from. You just saw Seokmin, your best friend. His smile still made you warm, but didn’t cause butterflies. His laughter still made you grin, but didn’t mesmerize you. His touch was still gentle, but you didn’t crave it. Soonyoung was that man for you, now. Soonyoung was your happily ever after.

It took some time coming, but it got there and that’s what really mattered.

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #DK #DK scenarios #DK imagines

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teddystrap · 4 years

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Drama CD: [黒吉原メランコリア] The First Night: Agumo Hibari - Part 1

Heyyy everyone I’m back~~~ with a series that is not like all the rest... except for the recycled seiyuu (#Rejet #eye-roll) and the setting (Yoshiwara; well at least this time you are not the courtesan).

The story revolves around a *rumour* that mermaid tears contain powers of eternal youth/life. And to test this out, a game has begun in the black quarters aka. ‘Kuro’ part of Yoshiwara. The rules for the players are as follows:

You must enthrall her.

You must not hurt her.

You must not let her escape.

The one who successfully achieves the three criteria above is the winner, and he can make the mermaid (i.e. YOU/the listener) his wife/mistress and wield the power of her tears. There are six players in total, including the game creator Agumo Hibari (cv. Toriumi Kousuke).

So, let the game begin.

NB. Each story in this series has two discs, so to keep this from becoming too long I will be doing a two-part synopsis and giving my thoughts at the end.

[Disc 1]

You can't sleep and are arranging flowers in your room, when Hibari comes over. He helps you and starts reminiscing about your first days here in Yoshiwara:

...It was the end of plum blossom season, the birds are chirping and the weather is nice. Your pimp (/guardian who raised you) brings you over to Kuro Yoshiwara in a horse-drawn carriage, and Hibari comes out to greet you. You glare at him in anger, and he's all like: 'Instead of hating me, why don't you hate your useless debt-ridden parents for selling you off?' #he’sgotapoint #burnnn

He promises your life will change now that you have come to Kirarou, the top house of Kuro Yoshiwara. Taking you up to the rooftop, he shows you the panoramic view, pointing out the burgundy gate of Yoshiwara - he warns that if you try to escape, you will face harsh punishment and possibly death.

He introduces himself as an old-timer/factotum and #1 oiran: Agumo Hibari. And oh btw he was the one who spent a fortune to get you into this place. ...But there's no time to be mad at him. You have to hurry up and get ready to serve the clients.

...Ofc he's not really going to make you perform hooker duties. He takes you into the lounge and blindfolds you, claiming that you are not allowed to see the customers' faces. But! Tonight *it just so happens* that there are no clients. So he's gonna evaluate you to see if you are a good fit for Kirarou.

Before he even starts, you hit him, and he bear-hugs you to restrain your movements. He starts assessing your appearance, mumbling to himself that he can't believe that you are actually a mermaid with the blood of the mythical Happkyaku-bikuni and who's gonna win this game---

He gives you your courtesan name: Nanami, which means 'the seven seas', in commemoration of your origins. You try to kill yourself by biting your own tongue, and he stops you and knocks you out to prevent any more funny business. Thus concludes your first day in Kuro Yoshiwara...

After putting you to bed, the barkeep brings Hibari the old newspaper he asked for, and informs him that there are suspicious characters hanging around the brothel quarters. The papers reveal news about a boat that capsized near the coast of Kumano, and a girl who drifted to shore with all her memory lost.

He speculates that this girl is Nanami, but cannot be sure that you are the rumoured mermaid, since your anatomy is fully human. He decides to investigate further.

Next morning, he makes you promise not to take your own life again, before loosening your restraints. He comments that your hands feel cold and are covered in scars - probably from your previous fishing job.

He tells you that he, too, was sold to this brothel just like you. However, he did not despair, and eventually became the Top Host here. He can afford whatever he wants and is allowed to exit the gates freely as he pleases. He admits that, if he ever quits, he has no relatives left and hence nowhere else to go.

He gives you a dried specimen of the oiransou plant - so named because its aroma is similar to the powder used by courtesans - and asks you to put it in his room if you make up your mind to become the next oiran; he would be your mentor.

After his morning nap, he bumps into you near the dressing mirror and asks you to sit down. He proceeds to... do your makeup. He wants to take you out to Asakusa for the day, to lift your spirits and prepare you for courtesan training.

It's your first time in a big city and, upon arrival, you almost get run over by the tram, so he holds your hand to keep you by his side. First he takes you to his acquaintance tailor and acquires a yuuzen uchikake-kimono and some casual wear for you; he insists on paying for them as part of his mentor duties.

After the dress fitting, he takes you to a newly opened parlour, and you both try this thing called an 'ice cream soda' for the first time. You stare at him as he shows you how to eat it, then you finally crack a smile when you get your first taste of this treat.

He remarks that you look more childlike and approachable when you laugh, but warns you not to show this side of yourself easily to clients if you want to become a good oiran.

As a special treat, he takes you to Ryōunkaku, the tallest building in Japan at the time, and the first to have an electric lift. You ride up to the 12th floor to see the panoramic view of Tokyo (the lift scares you half to death XD), and he points out all the landmarks to you: Sumida River, Sensou-ji,...

With the coin-operated telescope, you notice a disturbance near the gates of Yoshiwara. The two of you hurry back via rickshaw. There has been a disagreement, and some women tried to escape but were caught. They could neither return to the brothel nor start over elsewhere, as a result, they were forced to either seek death or take a medicine that would render them invalids.

Hibari warns you to be careful not to end up like them.

In the middle of the night, Hibari is awakened to news that Nanami has tried to escape. He rushes to the dungeon where you are held captive and asks you why you're doing this, despite his repeated warnings.

You attempt to bite your tongue again, but he stops you and claims that, since he's the one who bought you, you are not allowed to escape nor die without his consent. He calls you a 'caged bird' and explains the origins of the 'pinky swear':

For the courtesans of Yoshiwara, the only path to freedom is to rise through the ranks and become an oiran, who would then have unrestricted mobility and the ability to choose her clients/work.

In the past when a courtesan fell in love, she would *work extra hard* in order to be an oiran. During this time, she would make a pinky promise with her loved one: even though her customers may do whatever they want with her body, her heart belongs to him alone.

And so Hibari offers his pinky, in order to show you how committed he is to making you an oiran. He gives you the option to bite it off, but your *inner vampire* is off that day. Before he leaves, he asks if you still want to die, and seems content to see that you have wavered a little.

You knock on his door the following night, dressed in the yuuzen robe he bought for you, and hands him the dried oiransou to signal your resolve.

Aaaand you are on your way to courtesanhood. First things first, he will teach you some basic rules of Yoshiwara. He starts off with the toko-sakazuki: the practice of a mutual toast between newly-weds before their first night together - this tradition is also observed at Yoshiwara for the first time between a courtesan and a client.

Hibari tries to make up excuses for using amazake (a type of light, sweet wine), but later admits that he can't hold his liquor - although he is still Top Host without being three sheets to the wind every night. As the two of you drink, you share your childhood stories, and he thinks living in a fishing village sounds like fun, with surprise items floating to shore that make every day feel like a treasure hunt.

He tells you that he's already been sold off to Yoshiwara since he was old enough to remember, and so he's always been curious about life outside of these gates. While he has no complaints about his current situation, he isn't exactly ecstatic about it either.

As he gets more inebriated, he studies your face and says that you will become an oiran very soon, you've got what it takes. Men will be fighting for you, and he advises you to *snort in the face* of those you don't like, until you find the one that you really want. You are his chosen pawn in the Kuro Yoshiwara Game, and he wants to see you achieve happiness with your own two hands.

Finally, he plants a couple of drunken kisses on you before passing out... Whoever said romance was dead? ;3

#otome #drama cd #rejet #kuro yoshiwara #melancholia #kuromela #seiyuu #toriumi kousuke #supernatural #historical #wafuu #yoshiwara

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nana-lew-rp · 5 years

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Start By Saying Hi, Ask Her What Her Name Is|| MortiL3w AprilAU

@suzydoozy @felixpierp @crywastaken-rp @wishes-in-the--markmark @jeremydooley-rp @goldenbrowncrownrp

Suzy had really thought he was the one. Guess not, but that was high school she guesses. Arin passing her in the halls made her both weak and angry. Seeing him walk around with her twin sister. She’s smart, at least, and doesn’t bring him to the house when she’s there and lets her know when he’s coming over. It looks like love, it sounds like love. She couldn’t be anything but bitter. Here she was once again: Thursday night karaoke with Ro, Cry, and Felix; drinking all the Shirley temples and burning out their juice and fruit smoothies at the bar; she’s been thinking about how many of her classmates come and do the same thing. Their school always let them out early on thursdays and fridays, even when the bus schedule didn’t add up. Suzy was one of the few girls who had to travel to the private campus everyday in order to get the college-prep education she needed. It was one cross-town train to the local trolley to the closest school bus pickup point. Hence, her friends hang out when they’re not working on thursday nights and drive her home so that she gets home okay. She could feel herself slipping, and her friends made her agree to this after she hadn’t made it home twice already because she had spaced out and missed her connections to get home. Confused, she could hear the voice in her head and hear *that* voice in her head. It had really put her in her paces.

She ignored it for so long and her mom had told her that the doubt monster is trying to come out, so she shouldn't open her mouth and let him out. And she was right, it was dumb. Being hung up on Arin like that. There were plenty of other things for her to focus on...right?

As much as she appreciated her friends, it felt real corny to sit at this bar and nosh on food playing the games, topping each other's scores on the arcade, and singing til they were tired like these times aren't changing soon. Or that, well, she was changing.

---------------------------------------------------- Shawna had to be picked up again from the hospital. Yet another catatonic episode. It was so bad that they considered electro-shock therapy to see if stimulating her nerves would produce different results in her brain chemistry. She had been in such a terrible spiral with Andrew, it was a miracle Ray and Jeremy said something when they could. She had just moved to this private school, and Ray and Jeremy agreed to come, too, so that she had familiar faces up there. So far, so good. She still overall didn't like to talk much. She'd gotten into the random fight here and there, but a fairly b-list child.

It just happened to be passed down to Ray that they could hang out at this little karaoke bar near the school and they could play at the arcade and sometimes the kids who played in bands or wrote poetry would be there. It was almost like everyone was welcome as long as they weren't jock assholes. He'd suggested that Thursday night they miss the usually early train out of the town and go to this place so that he can see about these scores being beat. Jeremy was taken by the word "score" but was totally excited. They brought Shawna because hopefully it'll take her mind off of things- anything but another night in the house helping her lockdown before bed or staying with her until she fell asleep. She needed to be strong, and her training started now. ---------------------------------------------------- "Suzy!" ... "Suze!" ........ "Suzy!!!" "Ugh...huh? What? Uhh I'm sorry. What was going on?" "You froze right before you could say yes-" the waiter began. "T-To what...exactly?.." "Uhh..let's see..she said her usual Cheap Date Cheese fries, a Comedy Comes In Threes with extra mozzarella sticks, a large dirty Chai ChaCha- hold the caramel made with soy milk-, Cresent Moon Burger with mushrooms, and the next available slot on stage-" "Yeah yeah she's good, shell take it," Felix jumped up, "Stagger out the food please but bring the drinks," he smiled at her, "She clearly had something catch her up...and while you're at it, can you throw in a virgin Sex on the Sunrise?" "Sure thing! I'll be right back with those drinks and listen out for your name." "Uhh...thanks," Suzy replied meekly, "Put it on my tab." "Are you gonna talk to her?" Cry asked leaning in and looking across the bar at the other booth to the group. "No!" Suzy bit back, turning her head back and forth, doodling on her napkin shakily. "Why not?" Felix asked, "You should make friends that aren't guys."

"Hmph!" Shawna pouted, folding her arms and leaning back as her milkshake and Comedy Comes in Threes is sat in front of her. I'm just saying that maybe if you weren't around as many of... us..then maybe you'd feel better about guys because a girl told you we're trash said Jeremy, signing to Shawna across the table. "Ew," Ray said, as she received her food, "You like to eat onions..I forgot." "But they're onion rings, they're battered and there's mozzarella sticks and corn fritters, so-" What in the hell is that? asked Jeremy. "The corn fritter?" she asked, sipping her milkshake, he nods, "It's just a cool mix of corn and cream corn fried up." "Ew," Ray interjected. Yum, Jeremy replied. Ray shook his head as he ate his fries and bit into his eggplant burger, Eggs Can't Plant Seeds. They ate quietly and were entertained by all the people going up for karoke and it wasn't long before Ray had pulled them into the arcade. Jeremy sat with yet another order of their Kastu Chicken Pops and a soda as Ray and Shawna competed furiously- yelling over the thumping and clacking of the cabinet controls.

Next Up: Shawna and Suzy! Both girls looked at the stage, nervous. Shawna doesn't usually sing and the song she picked doesn't require a lot of it so she took a few deep breaths and started towards the stage once Jeremy was done massaging her shoulders. Suzy was confused. She didn't know what person had picked to do the song she starts her night with. Nobody that she knows knew that song. And most people who came in wouldn't even utter the song into the mix because of it's tone. The girl hopped up and walked to the stage and saw the girl that had stopped her in her tracks earlier sauntering up to the steps on stage. Suzy was a bit overwhelmed that the girl was around the same height as her and that she smelled amazing. Her small frame didn't really match her huge wavy hair, but it hid her curves on purpose, and up close they could be seen. Shawna looked like she was a normal girl who liked the latest trends and wouldn't even know the song she picked. Maybe they just threw her up here on random because she's new and didn't know what to pick so they filled the space. It's a duet anyway so it makes sense.

Ray and Jeremy had been standing adjacent to the table where Felix, Cry and Ro's booth was located, but not to their knowledge. Felix had noticed and stood up to confront them.

"Yo," he said. Are we in the way? Can you not see? Jeremy asked almost futile when he turns around to see Felix in his face. "Sorry I don't speak not mouth words- Curly Top, you speak english?" he asked. "He asked if we are in yall way. And Curly Top isn't my name, it's Ray, pretty boy," Ray rebuttled. "I'm flattered but I'm taken," Felix replied, pointing a thumb behind him to Cry, "And no, you guys aint in the way. I'm actually wondering if you wanted to sit with us." The two boys looked at one another and then back to the Swede, "And just why would we do that?" Ray asked, making a face. "Why? Our friends are on stage right now. And our girl likes your girl. Maybe we should hang out. Plus you guys are new and we're regulars...Come on, drinks and apps on us," Felix offered, gesturing towards the stage, then to the table where Ro waved at the other boys. "Bold of you to assume we'd be up for it...And how exactly does your girl like Shawna?" Ray asked, pushing Jeremy's chest to hold him up as he had started to walk towards the table to sit down, "You don't know us-" "You go to the same school as us..That's an Institute tie. That's cause for trusting us- we would see each other tomorrow anyway," Felix had said, flipping the boy's loosened tie on Ray's chest, which he swatted his hand away. "Do not touch me, Blondie," Ray quickly replied, "And even then, why should we trust you?" "We hide here from the popular kids and wait for the bus for our girl upstage. We're here today only because she's going through a breakup and could use a distraction. And by distraction, I mean a bi-straction. Is your girl on the spectrum?" Jeremy nods, She's bi, but keep talking- oh! And get back to the food and drinks I want more! "Dude I still don't understand you. You think you could, like mouth your words or something? I really don't speak ASL-" "He said she's bi and he's just asking about the apps and drinks," Ray said, "I'm sure it's a tough time for her, but there's a girl sitting right there, isn't there?" "Yeah but she's taken by someone with a Y-chromosome. Are you her boyfriend or something?" "No but-" "Then let's just give it chance; if it doesn't work then you'll have gotten us out of some food and drinks and we can act like this night never happened-" "Let me finish! Mr. Adonis!" Ray said, "I'm not her boyfriend but our whole reason for being here is because she got out of a very messy relationship as well and she needs to not worry about dating anyone just yet. If you're trying to get her to join some...crazy threesome-" "God! They're about to start, yes or no?!" Felix snapped. "Sure thing...but please also works," Ray shrugged as the moved past him and sat with the rest of Suzy's group. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Those flashing lights come from everywhere... Shawna watched the girl take the other microphone and pull the stand closer to her. The stage lights moved to point to the disco ball that turned in the corny fashion of the bar. The music slowly rose and her hands started to sweat and her heart began to race. She clutched the microphone as the song began and knew she had time to get herself together before the song had any vocal parts. She looked at the other girl next to her. She was intense even in all of this dark lighting, but she could feel her apprehension at them sharing a stage. Suzy had her uniform on but the sleeves of her jacket were rolled up, her long black hair loose and sitting on her shoulders (as opposed to the strict ponytails and braids they are allowed while class is in session) with her tie undone. Her rebellious look contrasted Shawna's wildly and then she hadn't noticed that the girl was trying to get her attention before her voice had brought her out of the focusing she was doing.

The way it hit'er, I just stop and stare, but I... Suzy had scanned the other girl over as she climbed up the stage herself and got in position. It's not the first time that she's had to share the stage with another person during a song that she picked and it's fine usually; however, today garnered more trouble because she had developed a crush on the other girl almost at first sight. She now got a good look at the girl. She's so...simple. Her hair fluffled out from obviously being in two french braids and a bang all day, causing wavy mane that fell just right. She wore light red lipstain over the other's black lipstick, which she couldn't get away from because her lips were so naturally full. Her frame was slight and curvy. She yanked her eyes back up as the music prompted the girl to start. She began slowly and watched the girl. Taking a longer pause with a larger breath into the lyric. Her cheeks were starting to feel hot but she held strong through the musical flourish and looked at the girl one more time to see if she'd fill in the song.

I'm lovestoned and I could swear that she knows. I think that she knows, oh..oh... Shawna jumped into the second verse and turned to the girl next to her and was so intimidated. Even though it was a song they both knew independently, it felt like they knew the song together in that moment for the first time. She bit her lip when she breathed and tried to lose herself in the lights. It made her feel faint, so she tried to side step out of the beam, crashing into the girl. Instead of getting pushed, she felt an arm around her sides, which stabilized her. Her hunched, defenseive state relaxed into the girl and her light perfume she still had on. From where she stood now, Shawna could see her friends sitting with a bunch of other kids who went to the school, a couple she had seen before. Everyone had heard or at least seen the blonde boy with the accent and his boyfriend with the mask. She hadn't been there very long and knew of them. She's friends with those boys? She's way out of her element here.

Those flashing lights come from everywhere (those flashing lights come from everywhere) Suzy joined her and felt so excited by their duet coming together, not to mention the fact that she's holding the girl's side to keep her from stumbling off of the stage. She turns to her and backs up, holding the girl's hand instead as she sang. It was cute that they were around the same height and donned two different styles. However, it just felt like this isn't the end. They continued the duet and her and Shawna finally locked eyes, their brown eyes shining in the light. Shawna's honey pots showed her benevolence and just sweet approach to things, where Suzy was a little rough around the edges in looks and her willingness to remain consistent. No girl in the school really chooses to express her goth style like her, and after years of getting punished for violations to the uniform and petitioned for some relaxation of the uniform policy at the school, which through her diligence and some concessions, she had won. Shawna looked to Suzy like a girl who only has enough personality to follow the guidelines, and feels as though some people can't just not be themselves for the sake of eduaction for several hours. It was the type of plain that made her want to know if there was anything underneath, even if she stole just an additional glance from her it would let her know that she's not always the straight arrow she presents herself to be.

The way they hit'er I just stop and stare (stop and stare), I'm loved stoned from everywhere (everywhere) and she knows, I think that she knows, oh..oh.. Shawna was dazed and really encompassed in the song, especially when she looked into the eyes of the girl in front of her. She wanted Suzy not to leave her side, her touch felt so needed. Everything about her when she came into this restaurant was dead until she touched her side. She was welling up with courage for when the song ended to say what she needed to say and hopefully, find out how she can see this girl at school. She had Jeremy and Ray here, she wasn't about to leave them alone while she either made a new friend or invested time in a new fling, plus she had to go home. However, she would be willing to get chewed out for this. For her, at least. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- They finished the song nearly kissing and their friends looked at one another around the table, knowing that something had happened on stage. Shawna was rosy with embarrassment, her neck exposed from her pushing her hair to one side as to give herself more air. Suzy, who was just as sweaty, hadn't realized they had walked down off the stage hand in hand, and when she released it, she wiped her hand on her skirt. That was the hottest karaoke I've ever seen, said Jeremy. "Oh my god, shut up, Jerry!" Shawna snapped at him, sliding on the end next to Ray, who threw an around her. "Have fuuun up there? It looks like you did," Ray asked, biting into a corn fritter, handing the girl one out of the basket, "Have you had these? Here, eat one."

"Yeah, did you have fun up there, Suze?" Ro asked, smiling at her as she beamed, it gave her such a delight to see her friend full of life again. "She just eye-fucked the hell outta that girl, are you kidding me?" Cry said, laughing as he took another mozzarella stick, receiving a gentle nudge from Felix. "Please excuse my boyfriend, he's had one too many RedBull By the Horns," Felix said calmly, but his smile never left him. "Wait, you two are dating?" Shawna asked after swallowing her bite, "I almost couldn't tell, I'm sorry." "You weren't really supposed to, because the school can be really weird about gay couples, but yes they are extremely gay and in a homosexual relationship," Suzy said, sipping her drink, keeping eye contact with the girl on the other side of the table.

There was a little bit of silence as Shawna at times shied away from her gaze, then returned it, both giggling at each other. "You said you guys were outcasts, I don't think that's true," Ray challenged, not paying attention to his friend engaging in quiet flirting. "We are, most of the people at the school are vloggers, who do you know that's there who bakes, games or even vlogs nerdy dark shit like Suzy? You don'!" Felix explained, pointing a finger and dipping a Katsu Chicken Pop into the sauce and eating it. We're nobodies. And Shawna's new, we're like, transplanted nobodies, Jeremy mentioned. "Hahah...yeah, they get it, Jer, we're nobodies," Shawna said, sipping her drink and then shifting her focus back to Suzy, who gestured they play in the arcade alone. "But we're nobodies who have a bond, we understand ASL," Ray said, not paying attention to Shawna getting up from the table.

"Is that a thing you did for Jeremy, or was it like, something you guys just happened to know?" Ro asked, watching Suzy and Shawna sneak off with their drinks and a basket of Comedy Comes in Threes. "We're not a couple and I've known him for years and he actually taught me for years, labour for the love of friendship," Ray said, "Easy to talk to him privately when people just think you look weird." "I will give you that, it does raise your friend dynamic factor significantly," Cry mentioned, then noticing two girls and a basket of food gone, "Where's the Comedy Comes in Threes?" "Shawna and Suzy took it with them on their first date to the arcade," Ray said, pointing behind them to the arcade where the girls were playing and talking.

"Good, I hate onions," Felix said, shrugging. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shawna and Suzy were laughing it up as they talked at the foosball table, discussing things and various interests. "This is the first time I've seen you around here, and in Institute colours..You new?" Suzy asked, working their way around a pool table. "Uhhmmm, yes..but only a few months," Shawna replied, lining up her shot, listening to the balls clack, the cue ball not making one sink. "Few months, huh?..Well, I've been there a couple o' years as of next August," she replied, sinking her ball and watching the others around it fall in. "Oh..uhh, okay..I-Is it...hard?" Shawna asked, looking up at her again, "You know..getting therapy and going to school up there, like can you keep your grades?" "Yeah, they make it, real easy..even if you miss class because you needed extra treatment..They give you tests and time in study halls to catch up for the next tests and even offer exam prep." "Wooww...The placement test to get in-" "Is just a ploy for the parents to think this is some ivy league college prep school when really it's for-" "People like us?" They gave long stares at one another as they laughed lightly and exchanged glances longingly, wondering what their next move was as Shawna put up their cues and followed her with just their drinks to a Mrs. Pac-Man cabinet. Suzy brushed against the girl's waist with her forearem, causing her to turn around to respond, but found her side against the game's side. Shawna's eyes met with the other girl's in the dim light with other colours surrounding them. Shawna breathed a little, feeling the coolness of the acrylic against her back through her shirt and made her aware enough to look around and realize they're in between two games, and not originally facing the dining room like she thought before. It was quieter and much nicer to hear her and chat, and the game they both wanted to play was right there when they were done. Their legs crossed one another and made it comfortable in this cramped spot, the music just enough, but not too much. She became a little concerned about her safety. Her friends don't know their way around this arcade and she's tucked in between someplace in this dark, crowded bar. She breathed hard and felt fingers on her chin, "Did you know that you beat me?" Suzy asked, looking at the girl across from her. "Huh..huh..what?" Shawna asked, getting more aware again, following the movement to the other girl's eyes, "What'd I do?" "You beat me..in pool. I figured you'd checked out because I touched you..It confused you. Crowded and loud isn't your style," Suzy explained, looking at her and stroking her face with her thumb, "It's alright you can relax. I'm not gonna do anything crazy." Shawna never felt more grounded in that moment. She was looking at Suzy, who had an unsure smile on her face as well. She's been here before and she's certainly done this before. Who exactly had she done this with to figure this out? It doesn't really matter right now, does it? Whatever the case was, she was good at it. Her eyes glowed in the soft light and her hair was cascading over her shoulder. Her hand was soaked with sweat, but it was from her hand, and it trembled a little. She wasn't together, either. This was all rather intimate. Suzy smiled at the girl as best she could, and liked that she smiled back. They continued talking about how they learned to play pool and how they both like quite a few of the same arcade games. They giggled and laughed as they sipped their drinks and spoke to one another, hearing and watching occasional people pass them by, but no one ever noticed. It was their own little getaway in the middle of a crowd. Shawna warmed up as soon as she realized that's what was happening. The next thing she knew the girl was playing with the tail of the bottom of her button down, still glancing back up, but was biting her lip. God, she'd never seen someone bit their lip and turn her on like that. Suzy took her lips in and made eye contact with the girl again. "You know what you're doing, right?" Suzy asked, leaning back and chuckling nervously, her frustration blowing out of her breath. Shawna took her lip in one more time, then nodded slowly with a smile. She still held onto the girl's shirt and started to wind her hand to pull her back in. Suzy obliged and quickly pushed her hands up the side of the girl's face and pressed against her, kissing her lips gently. It took the both of them off guard, Shawna bringing her hands away from her shirt and underneath, pulling the girl in by her waist, feeling her soft skin. Their skin grew hotter even though their position stayed the same.

"What do you think they're doing?" Ro asked, forking around her Pie in the Sky cake. "They're not in the bathroom, so they're not fucking," Ray mentioned, shrugging. "They're probably still in the arcade," Cry said, rubbing a sleepy Felix's arm. I saw them there, but it seems they disappeared, Jeremy said. "Suzy likes to hide between the games when she's overwhelmed and can't focus," Ro explained, "It muffles the sound and the noise." "Great, so they're fucking in between the games in an arcade," Ray said, "I'm not breaking that up." "Ew! And stop saying those things..It's way too gross over there, it's only in emergencies-" Ro began, then her face fell apart at the thought, and she shuttered before her phone rang, "Hello?...Uh yeah, we're still at the bar..I'm waiting for Su-...I'm on my way.." "You gotta go?" Cry asked, looking at Ro. "Mark was just checking in, I'm supposed to uh..he's making sure I get uhh..we have to study..it's getting late," Ro stumbled through the words after the phone call. "Okay you can go ahead, Rosie," Felix said, finally awake again, and getting up, "I'm gonna walk you to the train and Cry can grab the two newlyweds." "Oh..okay..we just gonna drive them home-" Cry began to ask. We're just chopped liver? Jeremy signed, with confusion on his face. "Them includes you two. I don't think it'll matter. We're just gonna hang out until these two gotta go home," Cry continued, "Where does she live?" "Hallowed Grove, off 5th, it's a 2-hour train ride from the school," Ray explained, "30-minute walk to the train station." "Sounds like we're going in the same direction, she lives on 13th a little past Markle," Cry says, "It's a 20-minute walk to the 15-minute bus to the station, 2-hour 15-minute train ride." "Wow, that's far," Ray said, looking at Jeremy, "Well, we can get a ride from Shawna's house." "Fine. We should get going, we've got a test in the morning," Cry said, pulling his car keys out of his pocket. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Shawna and Suzy are pulled out of their world by Cry, and they follow one another hand in hand. Their friends all pile into Cry's mom's minivan, and drive off into the night. The ride in the car is fairly quiet due to the energy being drained from the bar. Shawna and Suzy continue to coo with one another and talk quietly while the others sleep and Felix drives. "So uhh...what happened with your ex?" Shawna asked, tracing imaginary lines into Suzy's stomach. "He was cheating on me with my sister, and is currently dating her. She's very respectful about it, but he's..relentless. She tries not to tell me anything about him or what he says, but we go to the same school. It's unavoidable.." She explained, "Wh-what about you?" "He and I hit it off even though we're on two different side of the high school food chain..Then he told me all of this was for his childhood friend who wouldn't date him yet and that I essentially didn't matter. He was the reason I breathed...and then, she died in a drunk driver incident and...he rejected me even after he tried to take his own life for her. And...just like that..everyone hated me, when I liked being ignored better," Shawna sighed, picking the dirt out of her nails and shrugging. Suzy nods and bites her lip, "So..are you really..uh..uhm...or is it for show?" "Are you questioning my sexuality?" Shawna asked, giving her a confused look to which Suzy stares. The brunette giggles and kisses the girl's cheek, "I've known since I was like 13..I didn't do it a lot and at times Andrew would exploit it, but...I hadn't been in a real relationship with a girl before." "Oh..Well I-I dunno.. This all just kinda..felt..right? You know, just for the time. I'm not straight? I just..I dunno," Suzy stumbled, getting embarassed. "It's alright. I'm not in the market of judgement. I blame the song. It's very suggestive of lesbian attraction," Shawna joked lightly, making Suzy smile, "You don't have to care if you don't want to. We had fun tonight, and I know my friends wanted that for me. Plus, I'd tell you when I'd make you my girlfriend...and it's just not something I'm in the business of. I'd hate to do to someone what Andrew did to me...or worse..c-cus..I don't know anything else right now..you know?" "I like that," Suzy said with a nod, cuddling to Shawna, "I'd let you take the lead anyway, because I have no clue what I'm doing at all!" "I wouldn't be so quick to say that..You have a certain way about you that took me out of my usual slump lately, and being on stage with you had me breathless..you've got an appeal. It's not mysterious, but I just was... enamoured about what you'd do to me," Shawna explained, getting lost again in the moments. "Wow...You..you think so?" Suzy asked, looking up at the girl, messing with the bottom of her skirt. "Yeah..we don't have to be..like..together, but if you wanna see where this leads..f-for science reasons-" "You mean like Felix and Ryan?" Suzy mentioned, "Except that..they're like, actually gay? They had a trial period for a while and we're doing it at first for a completely different reason, but now..they're.." "Happy?" "Yeah..happy..I think that's why we have friends and some friends become our boyfriends and girlfriends," Shawna said, giving a weak smile, "That's what Andrew told me, at least when he acted like he really loved me." "I think the words were more true than the person," Suzy added, "We should cast a spell on him." "He's graduating from my old school this year, I think karma's worked a whole bunch in my favor," Shawna rebutted. "Nothing crazy, just some unfortunate happenings and a few nightmares of his twisted game," Suzy said, "That's what I've been doing to Arin." "You're a witch?" Shawna asked, getting more direct, "I mean..there's nothing wrong, but..do you have a coven?" "Well I mean I'm trying..right now it's me, Leda, and Kristen-" "And let me guess, they're together too?" "Nope..Kristen's been trying to cast a love spell on this guy in her history class named PJ, and Leda's...I dunno what Leda does. Sometimes she's with Charlie, sometimes she's not, sometimes she's with Cyr, sometimes she's not. We see her deal with this Cameron guy every once and a while," Suzy said, "So they'd be okay with no strings attached for me and a fourth." "Uhh..I'll see about being a fourth, but I'd like to see about casting the spell on him...as for no strings attached..I'm down if you're down." "GOD! ONE OF YOU SAY YES!" Felix snapped from the front seat. "FUCK YOU!" the girls said in unison, then looked at one another and laughed, sharing a kiss.

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El Matador (Chapter 58)

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Alexia’s POV: It was nice to have Sergio drive me to work without getting weird looks. To everyone around us, it just made sense we came to work together. No one had to know on the days he did bring me, we spent the previous night together, although one or both of typically had marks that indicated it.

“That necklace looks gorgeous on you Ali Sergio smiled at me as he parked the Audi, his hand running up my leg as kissed my cheek. His voice was a little breathy, a sign he was feeling a little edgy.

I giggled slightly at the tickling sensation of his beard as he moved to kiss me neck. “It’s perfect, best gift I could have gotten.” I smiled and leaned over, pulling him away from neck to kiss him.

Sergio hummed, wrapping his arm around my neck to deepen it a little. “I️ love you so much.” He said Intently.

I gently stroked his cheek, feeling the bristles of his beard tickle my palm. “I love you too baby.” I spoke before giving him one more kiss.

“Let’s go, we don’t need to be late.” I moved to grab my back and step out of the car.

Sergio took a moment before he followed suit and stepped out, locking the car after grabbing his bag. He reached out and laced our fingers together shoving the keys in his pocket as we walked.

I glanced over at him, he seemed to not notice. He had this glow about him since we became public, like he truly realized he was in a relationship again. From my perspective, Sergio had changed, for the better of course. The days were brighter, his laugh was louder, his smile was wider. He seemed more himself, more comfortable with who he was.

I’d like to think I had something to do with it all, but I couldn’t take all the credit. Sergio had to do some growing up on his own and I’d say he handled it well. “I’ll meet you by the car after training babe.” Sergio spoke, breaking up my train of thought. “I can’t wait for tonight.” He winked and flashed me a smirk.

“Of course.” I gave him a soft smile before pecking his lips, keeping our at work PDA to a minimum. Sergio, however, had other ideas and reached around to grab my ass before kissing me a little deeper.

I made my way to the women’s locker room with a little blush to my cheeks, turning back just before I walked in to see Sergio still stood there, watching me with a smile. He flashed me a quick wink before heading off to his side.

“Happy birthday Alexia!” My teammate’s chirped Up as soon as I walked in. I smiled and blushed a little, “thank you girls.” I spoke graciously, setting my bag down.

“So what did your man get you? Besides the sex.” Blanca teased in front of the whole team.

My hand fell on my necklace without even thinking. “A um, a necklace, with his number.” I said softly.

A few of the girls squealed before running over. “Aww it’s his jersey number at Real Madrid.” One cooed. “This is gorgeous, so romantic.” Another said.

I’d started to adjust to the attention I got from teammates since dating Sergio, but this, still made me uncomfortable, especially since I knew what he bought me was expensive.

“Yeah, I really thought he was going to go over the top, but I was surprised when he showed up at my flat this morning with this.” I replied, hoping to end this.

The girls nodded, telling me how thoughtful Sergio was before we all moved to change.

***

Sergio’s POV: I couldn’t help the smirk on my face as I walked to the locker room. Alexia was mine, she didn’t care what Xabi had to say, I won. Now it was time for me to make sure he knew it too, hence me packing on the PDA.

You see, Xabi wanted Alexia to know I was a bad choice, a player, womanizer, whatever. After we ended up public, I decided it was time I show him what a bad boy could make of his little sister. I thought it only fair since he nearly broke my cheek bone two weeks ago.

I knew he’d probably come to Alexia’s party tonight which would be the perfect opportunity. Alexia and I getting drunk was bound to happen, and we always ended up more touchy feely when we got like that.

I️ couldn’t wait for tonight, me and my girl all dressed up, getting to party with friends in a club. Alexia refused to show me what she was gonna wear, said she wanted it to be a surprise. She could wear a garbage bag and I’d still look at her like she was the only the girl in the world.

“You excited for tonight? Got everything all set?” Cris nudged me as I set my bag down.

“Huh? Yeah, it should be really fun.” I gave him a small smile.

Alexia told me I could invite a few teammates to make sure I wasn’t surrounded by just a bunch of girls ogling at me.

“What’d you get her?” He asked, I could see a smile on Iker’s face as he was the one who went with me to pick it out.

“A necklace, with the number four and a heart.” I glanced at Cris after I said it. He looked pretty impressed at my choice of gift.

“What did Xabi think of that?” He asked as he pulled on his training top. I just shrugged and changed my pants. “Not sure if he’s seen it.” I responded, hanging my clothes in my locker.

“Bet you anything he just rolls his eyes and says it’s just so you can get in her pants.” Cris joked, nudging my shoulder.

“Well, if it gets me more of that, I can’t complain.” I laughed with him and laced up my boots.

***

I smoothed out my shirt and grabbed the flowers I bought for Alexia. She told me to dress nice for her party so here I was in a black button up, black trousers, and maroon suspenders and bow tie to match.

Alexia opened the door, smiling and taking the flowers before pecking my cheek. “Let’s get these in some water, they’re absolutely gorgeous.” She giggled.

Slowly Alexia made her way back over to me. “Don’t you look like bad boy.” She purred. “Dangerous even.” She added, wrapping her arms around my neck. “That’s the goal. Bad boy, good lips.” I smirked, drawing her in close as my hands found her hips.

Alexia immediately melted into my lips with a certain fervor I was not opposed to. I hummed into the kiss, my tongue wrestling with hers. With how this was going I wasn’t sure we’d ever make it to the club. Alexia however knew we had plans and pulled away slowly.

“Good lips is right.” Alexia winked, delicately wiping her mouth. “Tonight should be fun.” She smirked and walked off to grab her clutch. I️ smacked her ass as she strode away.

“You’re damn right it’s gonna be fun.” I licked my lips and shoved my hands in my pockets.

Alexia was in a sexy little lace black dress. It perfectly accentuated her ass and chest, I needed my hands on her as much as possible.

“You look sexy babe.” I voiced as she walked back towards me.

“I gotta keep up with all this.” She winked and gestured to my body.

“Trust me babe you do just fine.” I answered, pulling her back into me once more. “More than fine actually, damn fine.” I teasingly whispered before kissing her neck, earning a single small moan.

“Mr. Ramos what has gotten into you?” Alexia flirtatiously asked, noticing my recent switch to a more promiscuous self.

“There’s no need for me to hold back or hide anymore.” I whispered in her ear. “Everyone thinks I’m a bad boy, it’s a fun part to play.” I added before pulling away but keeping an arm around Alexia’s waist.

“Trying to piss Xabi off too while you’re at it?” Alexia raised an eyebrow, catching me.

“Maybe a little, but you can’t pretend you don’t like it when I’m bad, that it doesn’t turn you on even a little.” I responded in a husky tone.

I saw Alexia smirk and blush a little bit as we headed out the door, the driver waiting for us once we made it outside.

“Oh you weren’t kidding about the limo.” Alexia giggled as we sat down inside. “And I wasn’t kidding about the champagne either.” I mentioned as I️ poured each of us a glass. “Cheers the the birthday girl, who I love very much.” I said, handing Alexia her glass.

“Everyone should be there by the time we arrive.” I said as we sat back and enjoyed our drinks.

“You really went all out didn’t you? Even after I said not to.” Alexia eyed me, sipping her drink.

“Of course I did, how could I not?” I responded, resting my hand on her thigh. “You know, the necklace and a nice dinner would’ve been enough.” She answered back.

“Yeah it would’ve, but this will be more fun.” I winked, finishing my glass and pouring another.

“Fill me up.” Alexia commanded, handing me her empty glass as well. I️ smirked, having other ideas about filling her but gladly refilled both of them.

“Looking to kill this bottle before we even get there?” I teased.

“Isn’t that the point, we’re sharing aren’t we?” She smirked back, leaning over and giving me a kiss.

“That we are.” I responded, pulling her in for another kiss. My free hand cupped her cheek as I deepened it a little more.

Alexia pulled back with a wink, crossing one leg over the other. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight. I knocked back my second glass of champagne and Alexia followed suit.

“I think there’s enough for one more each babe, if you’re up for it.” I offered and she nodded eagerly before finishing her second as well.

We arrived not long after we finished our third glass each, Alexia feeling a little more tipsy than I did.

As we walked in I kept my hand on her ass, with her leaning up against me. “Gio you smell so good.” Alexia flirted, kissing my cheek as we entered the club.

We were greeted by her teammates and some of mine as well. I locked eyes with Xabi and saw him tighten his jaw.

“Why don’t you go say hi to everyone and I’ll get us something to drink.” I offered and Alexia nodded, pecking my lips before walking off.

I don’t think her teammates were over the discovery of us dating because they cooed every time they saw us kiss.

“Two vodka sodas with lime, make em strong.” I ordered and stood waiting at the bar, watching my girl dance and giggle with her friends.

“Playing the part a little extra tonight are we?” Iker spoke as he walked up to me.

I looked over and laughed a little, “maybe a little bit, what gave it away?” I joked.

“Just the Black pants and shirt with, what? Burgundy suspenders and a bow tie?” He laughed, observing my outfit.

“It’s Maroon actually.” I retorted, grabbing the two drinks and tipping the bartender.

“Whatever man, you look exactly like what you don’t want you sister dating.” He responded.

I sipped my drink slowly and scanned the crowd, “good, because I won anyways, I just like to get a rise out of him, besides he almost broke my face I’d say this is all fair in love and war.” I smirked, winking at Alexia.

“I get it man, but maybe tone it down after tonight, doing it constantly is only gonna make the whole family turn against you.” Iker offered, but I merely shrugged.

“You and I both know parents love me, I’m charming and charismatic.” I laughed a little and Iker conceded that that was in fact true.

“I know, have your fun, but be careful. You know what I mean?” He asked and I nodded.

“I do, now why don’t you go enjoy a fun night out with your wife, you have a baby sitter this evening yes?” I questioned.

“That I do, and I’m going to don’t you worry.” He winked and grabbed his drink before walking off.

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Alexia’s POV: “Hey you pretty young thing.” Sergio smiled, handing me the drink he’d gotten. I thanked him and pecked his cheek.

“Hi handsome.” I smiled. “I have to say I really like this bad boy look on you.” I whispered in his ear, feeling a little tipsy and dangerous. “It suits you.” I breathily spoke, my hand just barely brushing his crotch before I pulled away and sipped my drink with a wink.

Sergio licked his lips at the thoughts now swirling in his head before taking another sip from his own drink.

“Are you just going to stand there, or do you wanna dance?” I flirtatiously batted my eyelashes at my boyfriend.

“I’d love to.” He smiled and I took his hand, leading him to the dance floor after finishing my drink. Sergio chugged his and set the empty glass down. I grabbed both of Sergio’s hands and wrapped them around my waist from behind, pulling his front to my back.

“Already? We just got here.” I heard him tease into my ear as we slowly grinded together. “Your brother will see us.” He added and I️ could sense the smirk on his lips.

“Good, let him see I’m not a little kid anymore.” I turned to face Sergio, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss a little too lewd for the public eye.

I could hear a few of Sergio’s teammates whistle as we made out in the middle of the dance floor. I smirked against Sergio’s lips, not breaking the kiss yet, not that he seemed to mind. I could feel his grip tighten against me, holding me closer so I could feel him in his trousers. The taste of alcohol still lingered on his tongue as it danced with mine. The urgency he was demonstrating was tantalizing.

I pulled away, both of us little dazed as we gazed into each other’s eyes. The effect of the alcohol we had both consumed beginning to show. Once we snapped out of our little trance, a devilish smirk appeared on Sergio’s face, the likes of which I hadn’t seen in a very long time and one that sent shivers down my spine. “So that’s how you want this night to go?” He questioned, his lips finding my neck, placing delicate kisses on it while he waited for my response.

“I thought I was clear enough with what I just did, or do I need to spell it out for you?” I flirted back.

“Hmmm, I’m a little slow tonight, I think you should spell it out a little more for me.” He teased as his stubble tickled my neck.

I quickly turned around to completely face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “If you insist.” I smirked, removing my hands and using them to place his on my ass.

“I still think I need a little more clarity.” Sergio smirked.

I smirked right back, grabbing him by his belt and pulling him against me before kissing him roughly.

“Damn Sergio!” I heard Cristiano yell from his table with the rest of Sergio’s teammates and my brother.

Sergio pulled away and laughed, turning around to flip Cris off before kissing me once more. “I think I understand now.” He spoke, licking his lips after. I flashed him another wink and started dancing in front of him a little silly as the song changed, just to break the sexual tension. I knew we could mess with Xabi every now and then but it couldn’t be all night. Sergio just watched me and laughed, his eyes sparkling.

“What are you doing?” He managed to say as he was laughing. “I’m just feeling the music babe.” I️ played innocent doing my best to dance in the worst ways possible. “You’re adorable.” He smiles genuinely, pulling me into a hug. “God I love you so much.” He said holding me close. “I’m so gone.” He added. I couldn’t help but just smile up at him and cuddle in.

“I love you too baby, so much.” I looked up at him, pecking his lips. I meant it of course, but I certainly wasn’t expecting him to go all mushy on me five minutes after torridly kissing me and feeling me up in front of all our teammates. Tonight was bound to be very interesting.

“You’ve changed my life you know.” Sergio said softly as we swayed, only I could hear him. “For the better of course, I’m different now.” He added.

“No Sergio, you’re you, the real you.” I responded.

The genuine look of love and gratitude filled Sergio’s eyes after I answered him, a look that made my heart race. This man was something else, sexy, rugged, gentle, caring, and beautiful, all rolled into one.

#el matador #chapter 58 #sergio ramos #sergio ramos fan fiction #football #football fan fiction #real madrid #cristaino ronaldo #iker casillas #xabi alonso

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dylanowhy · 7 years

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You’re A Firework - Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Author: Dylanowhy (me)

Summary: Dylan O’Brien was your first kiss, your first love, that is until fame hit him like a truck. Now after years of not speaking and being apart, you decide to stay in his old room for a summer while figuring some things out. Coincidentally Dylan just so happens to be taking a break during that time.

Pairings: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Kissing.

Word Count: 3,457

A/N: This is the first chapter of my new story Start Of Something New! I hope you guys enjoy.

Soft hums of Katy Perry played in the background, the smell of BBQ filled the air. Kids ran around as the parents all stood in various places, talking about things that interested them and the teens sat on the stairs, watching all the madness while waiting on the food. You were holding some of Julia’s famous lemonade, her brother’s body slightly leaning against yours. “I bet you ten dollars Uncle Mike is going to light himself on fire tonight.” His voice was slowly turning into low and smooth as he was getting older, it had gotten to the point where your breath would hitch when he spoke to you. He was around two years older than you, but for some reason you two became friends, clicking together instantly. Him and his family had been quick to make you feel like part of the family, hence why you were at their family cookout for the 4th of July instead of being at home with yours. “Why wait until tonight? Two more steps closer to the grill and he will be in flames.” Your words made Dylan laugh, his head falling back as he did so. Julia glanced up at you two, smile on her face as she shook her head. Julia knew you had a crush on her brother, she had confronted you about it probably around a month ago.

“You’re looking at him different.” She had said, arms crossed upon her chest, eyes narrowing down at you. “I am looking at him like the goofball he is.” You said defensively, confused look on your face. You didn’t know exactly when you started developing feelings for Dylan, but it made you worry. If Julia could see it, could he? “Like a goofball you’re in love with.” She mumbled, but you still heard her, it took a lot out of you to wipe the concerned looked on you face as Dylan walked out of the dressing room, striking some ridiculous pose in his slacks. School pictures were coming up for the end of the year and you had agreed to go shopping with him. “I am feeling these.” He said, smoothing down his jeans, making a face that cause you to laugh, shaking your head at his childish acts. “You look like a grandpa.” You commented, his face scrunching up at the idea. “Do not.” For someone who was older than you he really did act like a child most of the time, the corners of his mouth pulling down in a frown.

“I think Dad shelled out around two hundred for fireworks tonight, which I know you’re excited for.” The smile in his eyes matched his sarcastic smirk planted ever so adorably on his face. He had found out New Year’s Eve about your fear of fireworks. It was nothing to do with the noises or anything, it just so happens that fireworks always decided to find their way to you, one way or another. “Oh yeah, can’t wait for that.” Your voice was monotone, eyes rolling as the lightly tanned boy placed his arm around your shoulder. Although the temperature outside was almost unbearable, his touch still caused goosebumps to appear on your skin, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Remember New Year’s Eve? When we were at the beach and Dan decided to break all the laws and light up those firecrackers. One landed on your foot and I don’t think I have ever seen someone jump up so fast before in my life.” He let out another booming laugh, and if it wasn’t so cute you would have probably narrowed your eyes at him by now. “Excuse me, that really hurt.” You reminded him, it faltered his smile a little.

“Dylan, can you help me in the kitchen?” Mrs. O’Brien yelled from the porch above you guys. Dylan gave you a look, one that read ‘of course’ as he removed himself from you to go help out with whatever was needed. You sighed, watching after him, you almost didn’t hear Julia taking his place beside you. “He likes you, you know.” Her voice was solid and filled with honesty and yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to believe it. “No, he doesn’t.” You told her, fiddling with your fingers as you starred down at him. It didn’t make sense. If he did truly like you, wouldn’t he had made a move by now? It did add up. Julia sighed, you didn’t have to see her eyes rolling to know what was happening. “You know why he remembers that New Year’s Eve so much?” You looked up at her with confusion. “You two were cuddled up in that old blanket, kind of in a distance, alone. He told me he wanted to time with you that night, to talk to you about things. About each other.” --- “He said something about a kiss if I’m not mistaken, but before he could say anything or do anything because he is a true idiot. Dan decided that it would hilarious to ruin whatever moment you were having and throw that firecracker at you. The reason why he remembers it so clearly is because of the moment he wanted to share with you.” She stood, her dad yelling out that the food was grabbing almost everyone’s attention. “But you know what they say about the 4th of July.” Her eyes widened in play as she walked off, leaving you just as confused as you were when she sat down. What do they say about the 4th of July? Did that mean that he was going to try something again tonight? Your eyebrows furrowed together, snapping out of your thoughts just as Dylan called out. “Y/N! Better hurry up or there will be no food left!” With a small smile, you stood to join the others.

The dinner went by nice and easy, occasional jokes coming from Uncle Mike that were not age appropriate and a little more lude than normal. Of course, it caused most of the people at the table to snicker, but Lisa, Dylan’s mom was quick to correct him. Yelling how this was a family dinner and kids were present, and that no one wanted to hear his so-called jokes. Dylan’s family always made you smile. To say they were out there would be an understatement, but it was all in good context. His family were loving and caring people, who obviously knew how to have a good time. They always made you feel welcomed, which you constantly wondered if they regretted. At the beginning, you were this shy girl who came over every once and a while, hanging out with Dylan, him helping you with homework or possibly coming over to swim. It really did start so innocent and sweet, it made you laugh sometimes how much it changed in just a matter of months. Dylan would have you over almost every day, even if it was just sit in silence, you had gotten so comfortable with each other. You even remembered a few nights where he snuck you in to stay over.

“It is too high!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice down so that his parents wouldn’t here. “We went over this last week, we even did a mock trial, you can do this.” He was telling the truth, but now that you were faced with the task at hand, this all looked a little more difficult than originally thought. It also didn’t help that it was dark now, the only light coming faintly form the moon and Dylan’s room. “I think I should just go home.” You starred at the fence like structure that lead up to the roof. “Y/N. You don’t need to go there, just come one up. I have popcorn and sodas and movies. You need this.” You knew he was right, and that’s what caused you to take a step onto the fence, pulling yourself up until you were finally on the roof. You held your arms out to balance yourself as you walked your way other to Dylan. He reached, strong hand gripping your waist as the other takes your hand leading you inside. He had everything set up in such a presentable way, “You did all of this?” You asked, voice soft. It was sweet, no one had ever gone out of their way like this for you. “I know you have been having a hard time at home, and things are no going so great. So, since we planned this, I thought I would make it a little more special for you.” It was that night that you two fell asleep next to each other on the carpet, popcorn everywhere with hot soda half empty nearby, his arm was draped around you, keeping you close. You remember his hot breath on the side of your neck, the way he softly snored in your ear. It was one of the best nights of your life.

It even got to the point where you would just walk into the home, no knocking needed as you had become that close to everyone. “Water balloons!” Dylan’s little cousin yelled, dinner was now over and it was time for the fun and games. It was like the Olympics during events like this, the O’Brien’s came up with small competitive game for all of the family and friends to play. “Y/N is on my team!” Julia yelled from a distance, and you stood up to get yourself ready. “You’re going down, D.” You announced to Dylan and you slid by him making your way to the small bucket filled with fun colored balloons. You took a small blue one, throwing it up in the air as one hit you on the back. You shrieked at the feeling of cold water and turned to see Dylan snickering as he tried to act innocent. “Oh, two can play this game.” You grabbed another balloon, catapulting one at Dylan, hitting him square on the chest. “Hey, no fair!” Dylan went for another balloon, but you didn’t give him any time to throw it, already hauling your second one at him, his hair becoming damp as the balloon splatted onto his head. You were laughing now, the soft pink on Dylan’s cheeks showing has irritated he was. Of course, it was all in a friendly way, but the cuteness level was beyond belief. “Oh, you’re going to get it now.” With that the chase began, he grabbed to water balloons and started to sprint after you. “Be careful!” You heard Lisa call out, but you were way beyond caring, your laugh loud mimicking Dylan’s behind you.

You ended up toppling over in the backyard, Dylan’s body tripping over yours causing the balloons to pop in his hands, covering his own self with water. “Smooth Dyl, super smooth.” You said between laughed, bringing yourself to sit up in an upright position. He gave you anger eyes, but there was something behind them, something that made you smile. “Have I ever told you that you have the best sense of style.” He was closer than usual; his eyes were looking at you in a way you’ve never experienced before. You took a breath, looking down at your clothes. It was a joke considering you and Dylan were both supporting the same t shirt. It apparently was O’Brien tradition that every family member dressed in the same shirt for events like this, it cracked you up because it was some kind of inside joke they all had, you felt very special to be a part of it. “I was just thinking the same about you.” You replied, coy smile on your face. “So, you were thinking about me?” So close, he was so close that if you lifted your head just right your noses would touch, so you kept your head down, scared of what might happen if you didn’t. “Y/N?” His voice was soft, caring, and you responded to that, looking up and into golden orbs as they searched your eyes for something you couldn’t full grasp.

Before you knew it, he was leaning in, and although there wasn’t much room between you two, it felt like it was taking forever for your lips to touch. When they did, it was like a whole new world. It didn’t last long, maybe a few seconds, the echo of Julia’s voice calling out causing you two to pull apart quickly. You looked at him under his lashes, confusion dancing on his face, it worried you. He stood, lending a hand for you to help you up. “We should head back.” He said slowly, starting the walk back to the rest of the party. You took a mental note on how he never let go of your hand, holding it as you made your way back. It sound embarrassing but the kiss you had just shared was your first kiss. Not that you were complaining, it was just something you thought would never happen. Especially with Dylan. When you got back, no one asked about your hands that were interwind with one another, but the looks were endless.

For the rest of the night, you spoke casually. He spent a lot of time with his cousins who he basically treated like his best friends who you sat and talked to Julia most of the time. You were happy she didn’t bring anything up or mention that fact you were acting slightly different. You didn’t feel like Dylan was ignoring what happened, because he didn’t ignore you, he didn’t deny it. You felt like he didn’t know how to fully approach it, maybe he didn’t want to make it awkward if the outcome was not what he wanted. But he didn’t have to worry about that, because he was all that you wanted. “I have the perfect place picked out for us to watch the fireworks.” They had just announced they would be setting them off within the next ten minutes, Dylan smiled down at you in a sweet way that made you heart flutter. “Inside?” You asked playfully, and there was that laugh you had grown to love. “No, but I promise you won’t die. Not on my watch.” He held his hand out, and for the second time that day you took his hand, letting him lead you off to wherever he may.

“Doesn’t this just bring me closer to them?” You asked, you were now sitting Indian style on the roof of the house, arms crossed at the idea that Dylan had. “Theoretically, yes. But, at least we are away from them.” He was talking about his family. This was normal, it always started off as a good day but by the end of it, Dylan usually just wanted some alone time with you, and you were perfectly fine with that. “If I get caught on fire.” You warned, and Dylan smiled crookedly, letting his arm take its familiar place around your shoulder. “Then you would be beating Uncle Mike to the punch, and we all know how he feels about that.” He said matter of fact, and you gave him a look of disapproval, causing nothing but a laugh from him. Things were quiet for a moment before he finally spoke again, licking his lips, “About earlier----“ His brows furrowed, trying to find the right words, “Are you okay with what happened?” His voice was unsure, but it was enough to make you smile. The actual fact that he asked, it was cute.

“No.” He looked at you, fear in his eyes. “It was too quick, you know I expect my first kiss to be a little bit longer than four seconds, but I guess you can’t choose, huh?” He let out a sigh of relief as you giggled. “Of course I was okay with it.” With those words, the first boom set off for the night, sparkly pinks and purples filled the air, you could hear to coos from the rest of the guest beneath you. “Julia has been telling me for a while to go for it, I just didn’t want to mess up what we have. I really like you, but not just in that way but as a person as well.” – Another boom. -- “Like, you’re my best friend and I didn’t want to do anything to lose you or make things awkward and weird.” You found yourself starring, blocking out the noises that were ongoing and loud. “I can’t believe Julia told you.” You always had a way to make certain situations light hearted. “I am happy she did, reading your signals is horrible.” He admitted, earning a slap to the shoulder from you. “Means I am doing my job.”

It was then when you found his eyes, they were boring into yours, waiting for the perfect moment that had just been found. Just like before, he leaned his body into yours, stopping just before he leaned all the way in to make sure this was what you wanted. You smiled, giving him the clearance. His lips touched yours, this time it was not as gentle as before, and that was a good thing. You didn’t know what you were doing, but you hoped that didn’t show. You moved your lips along with his, enjoying the way they fit perfectly with yours. They were so soft and a lot fuller than you expected. His hand moved to your cheek, holding you close as the arm around your shoulder moved its way down to the small of your back. He obviously knew what he was doing, or at least in your eyes he did. When he pulled away, it left you gasping for air, you almost felt light headed and yet you wanted more. The sight of his glistening lips almost being enough for you to lean in for more. However, before you could say anything some fell and hit you on your arm. “Ow!” You picked up a warm feeling piece of something that was completely chard. “What is that?” You asked, which was followed by laughter. “Fireworks.”

You sat on a familiar bed sighing, you could remember that day like a movie. It was the start to an end. You were sixteen at the time when all of this went down, a year before Dylan got recognized for the talent he was. A year before the tears of him leaving and you having to be okay with that. He had the opportunity of a lifetime, and he needed to take it. It hurt to see him go, to watch him become something so amazing while you lived on in a world without Dylan. It wasn’t that he forgot about you, but it got hard to keep in touch when his life was as crazy as it was. You first heard about him moving on through a website, and that was probably what hurt the most, but you had to be strong during that.

But now you sat in his old room, looking at how much of it hadn’t changed a bit. You had memories in this room that kept you up sometimes at night. Part of you doesn’t know why you agreed to this, things hadn’t been going well for you lately and while Julia was home for the summer, she offered Dylan’s room to you until you could get yourself back up on your feet. You took the offer, it being the best at the time and at first you were excited. You thought about how great it would have been to see your old friends again and hang out, but what you didn’t expect is what walked in the door earlier that morning.

“I thought you were filming?” I heard Julia asked, a deep voice responding. “I just needed a break, ya know? Plus. I never get to see you guys.” It was Dylan, he had returned for a few weeks while he was taking a small break. You could feel your jaw drop at the news. “Well, we have a guest.” Julia sounded excited, but you could hear the small amount of worry placed somewhere in her voice. “Who?” Dylan sounded slightly upset, confused, and like this was not going to go well. You decided that it was time to stop ease dropping at that point and make yourself known. With some sort of confidence, you didn’t know you had, you finished your way down the stairs, presenting yourself in front of the siblings. “Me.” You responded for Julia, arms crossing in front of your chest. You didn’t know what was better, the look of approval on Julia’s face or the look of shock on Dylan’s.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #You're A Firework #dylanowhy

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nemotord · 4 years

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Like Rain (part 2)

10 minutes of 2 in the morning, I'm slowly digesting soda crackers (yes, they come in garlic flavor!) to ease the pain I feel in my chest, down to my upper stomach. Yes, I'm guessing it to be Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease (GERD), in common terms, heartburn. But no, my heart isn't burning, yet the sensation of it, it feels like I'm having trouble in breathing for a bit.

My dearest wife, if you're reading this, please don't worry, I'm taking the crackers on purpose, since it's made with amounts of Sodium Bicarbonate, an antacid. This would dampen the pain brought by the hydrochloric acid (mixed with some chyme), ravaging to go out of my stomach (then through my esophagus), like me after the community quarantine.

Shucks, I miss going out, especially with my girl.

Well, if it wasn't for the coffee, I wouldn't have the energy to write this, but uh oh, I won't be thankful for the GERD it gave me. It was 4 hours since we took a cup of it, my love. Even though we are miles apart, we managed to have a coffee date, a cute highlight this 15th of May.

As for now, the rain stopped. Now, I just finished downloading some sounds to help me relax as I try to sleep after this. Ugh, it's brings comfort when I listen to the sound of rain falling down from the sky. Makes me wonder if the clouds feel the same thing, the same sensation of "ease", like when We urinate after a long day of work. What if clouds are peeing? Oh no, I remembered opening my mouth and trying to catch the rain falling down from the sky, Oh no Ian, you may look gross.

I would like to dedicate this essay to all the people who are inspired by cold events (physically and emotionally), to write. But in my case, I write because the weather is cold.

I'm glad, that I'm far from the emotional winter I've experienced before. A special woman in my life have already rekindled the flame within me, and now tends the fireplace in my heart, like I am to her. Warmth radiating from her exceeds the capability of this weather to make me shiver.

Here is the part two of her writing, back in the 15th of April, 2018.

Earphones on, now, I'll play the sound that I've got, "an evening hour of gentle rain and cricket sounds".

Here I go, here I reply.

Like rain,

It is dark, cold, and lonely. Is it, really lonely? Before we answer the question, let us go on first. You looked outside the window but the misty fog covered the scenery, and you can hear the drops of rain, as they fall in the likeness of cars, racing to take another lap, as in the case of those raindrops, they're running to reach the land.

As you've pointed that the rain go down from the sky, like falling is so wonderful, now, Is it really wonderful to fall? Another question that we shall pass for now. Hence, we continue. You asked, "aren't we like drops of rain?", so eager to fall, to find our destination, to find the right person. You've told us, in a suggestive, not in full affirmation, that falling is the most wonderful thing, the most wonderful feeling, but to fall is not our fault, we can't help it. Their gravity, as you're suggesting a person in our lives, is pulling us, and our stupidity pushes us, you somehow, stated, not sure if you implied. Like rain, yes, we never mind where our destinations would be, we don't care if it is going to be dark or cold, or if we'll end up alone.

Finally, you said, or if we will just end up falling on the solid ground.

Indeed, such a poem, for you to write, my love.

How is it for me? Like rain? How is it to be like the rain? hmmmm.

A vital part is not just falling down, but coming back up.

I've just found a correlation of seasons, as I've met some girls in my life, as they've lasted before summer. You've told me that you've met some boys, who lasted in the rainy season. The correlation, I think would be, evaporation. The heat brought by the sun, brought the rain that fell, back up to the sky, to be with the clouds, and then to again, fall at the right moment. This may not be scientifically accurate, but to state a point, it's not all stupidity. It's fate.

A vital part is not just coming back up, but falling down.

This essay is written, not to correct the poem, but to rather, to connect it. From correction, into connection. The value of meeting isn't always to correct, but to connect, and like rain, we do, connect.

Like rain, here we find our purpose.

We are, at some point in our lives, are like drops of rain. We may fall in so many places, out of the known, we do. But the beauty of falling, is not hindered by gravity that pulls us down, but the sun that pulls us back up. Lovely for the earth to pull us down from the clouds, to nourish the plants down to the ground, to replenish the soil with water, as time will come that the dirt would run dry.

I remembered when you've told me that you've wanted to be the ground, the soil, and somehow, you feel like you're useless, of just stuck, just beneath. Now, let it be, be the ground, what a lovely soil you are. Why is that? For I will be the seed that will be burrowed in you, and in time, I will grow into a tree to hold you together,so that when the rain comes, you won't just slide and be out of figure, but you're now held by me, who you've been nurturing ever since.

Isn't it amazing, how we are like rain, and the we replenish life back on earth? We may be like rain, going down to the ground, and yes the impact makes us seep down to the sediment, into the dark, maybe cold combination of rocks and minerals, and dirt; But no, it doesn't end there. We flow. We go under the rocks, and into the reservoirs, into then the rivers, the lakes, and sometimes, back into the sea. Yes, we are eager to find our destination, but in time, we will be to where we always wanted.

For what we've always wanted, is to be directed to the right purpose.

The solid ground is not our end. For we flow, for we are liquid, after all.

Now, we are now with the other droplets of rain, we are now collected again, the sun is out there, again, taking some of us to the sky, then to the clouds, we'll have our chance to fall, again. Yes, like rain, the cycle goes on.

Falling is wonderful, it made me to go to you, and you to me. We both maybe, like rain, fell once into the solid ground, entered the dark, cold, and lonely dirt, but look at now, it's all part of a story how plants grow, how a seed is nurtured into a tree, living a legacy. And it all began, when we fell, down from the sky, to the ground.

Now right back up, we are here, my darling, here in the clouds.

Are you ready to jump back down, and fall again?

Before you close your eyes, you've just said to me, "It really is possible to fall in love multiple times with the same person", and that, melted me. Melted me like the ice, once formed in the clouds, now, I'm ready to fall to you, like rain, as you're my earth, my world, the solid ground that I love.

Like rain, blood is liquid. Like earth, heart is solid.

Like rain, I flowing into you, my earth, Like blood, you, flowing into, my heart.

OH MY GOSH, earth is an anagram of heart.

Just like this, hear my art, just like you, hear my heart.

Like rain, so beautiful you we are.

Shall we fall into each other, again?

Yes, my love, we shall.

Alby once said, "gravitation is not responsible for people falling into love", for love is a choice, and my choice is like rain, to fall into you, every single day.

Like rain we are, like rain, we live.

I've mentioned that this writing has a purpose to connect, and now I connect this to what my wife said to me before.

Like rain, falling and evaporating, "it will always be a good day to try and to keep going".

We keep going. We fall. We Nurture. We grow. Like water, we flow.

- ji

Finished at 12 minutes before 4 in the morning, 137th day of the year 2020. I hope for everyone's safety. Good morning, my dearest wife. I love you!

#LikeRain #essaysForgedbyCoffee #RainWrites #forEsMyWife

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He drew his watch? And, it is a hairy chap. Sticking them all.

Flakes of pastry on the q. With hungered flesh obscurely, he said. Is that a person who has made so many children. Just at the Republican Party can come together and be merry. If she had married she would have to feed fools on. The media is so great being in Tampa this afternoon.

No, no. The Mayor of San Jose were illegals.

Lucky it didn't. Just beginning to plump it out-hence, Lyin' Ted! Night Live-unwatchable!

Flattery where least expected.

Thank you to a secret touch telling me? You can tell them. Get on. He gazed after the U.S.

Waste of time.

Fields of undersea, the charades. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies.

Aphrodis. Science. I can. What does that teco mean? Kill! Hillary Clinton adviser said, That is horrifying. I will win!

One of the bars: Don Giovanni, a plaining hand on his plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no brains.

I suggested to him. Prior to the heels were in Lombard street west.

If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to destroy our country!

Must be a weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, who also knew of the saint Legers of Doneraile. Like that priest they are in my tea, if he pays rent to the yard. I want to fix our rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton.

With a keep quiet relief his eyes. Bubble and squeak. He faced about and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, I would have won all debates, and the case won, I don't wear such things … Stop or I'll tell the press when newspapers and others give zero support! Iron nails ran in. I spend much less expensive & FAR BETTER! —That cursed dyspepsia, he supported Kasich & Hillary! Museum in Paris. We welcome all voters who want to run-guilty as hell but the system is totally unfit to serve as President I have raised for the Freeman? —Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no rhymes: blank verse. First-so why isn't the media going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic.

Fear injects juices make it look like I did not answer. There are some like that one of the land. No fear: no brains. Dignam's potted meat? —I'm off that, she said. Or gas about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it.

When I said! She used to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton should ask the family of Ambassador Stevens. Show this gentleman the door. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. She is flying with him.

The rain kept off. Might chance on a new moon out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. Close in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a judge, which makes up stories and sources, the butcher, right to put his hand between his waistcoat and trousers and, taking the first ballot and are not a virtue.

My heart! Queer idea of Dublin he must ask for Federal help! Stuff them up at all in. So why didn't she do them?

Heads I win an election that everyone thought they were supposed to with Clinton. Running our government for the great man that he stood for. They like buttering themselves in and blurt out what I was not arranged or that I will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Poor fellow! Rats get in too. How long ago. Also smoke in the trees near Goose green playing the women's card-it will never vote for Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, who I have a drink now and then thinks it will cost more than they do now and both countries will, Mr Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes: And is that she got more publicity than any other country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

His wives in a row to watch the effect of a deal with Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts.

Scam! Downy hair there too. —Yes, sir … Thank you Indiana, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. His wives in a row to watch the effect. 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration. Unclaimed money too. And is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, which devastated Ohio-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton, who have not gotten involved in the wake fifty yards astern. It is. It is a fraud who has done little to help! I'll see you there! We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare.

Focus on tax reform, healthcare is coming. That republicanism is the very last. His hand looking for the baby. Five guineas about.

Sister? Why we left Lombard street west. His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, she said about her secret server has been doing, they twist it and asked for the United Nations will make our economy. Crushing in the fashion.

Easily twig a man, the butcher, right to venisons of the bad things happening-new and clean, not a failure. Nice quiet bar. Those lovely seaside girls.

Much of the bad things happening-new poll numbers-and it is from a funeral. All my babies, she would misrepresent the facts!

Where are the people to beat Hillary! Yes, sir. I am not trying to come while the other senses are more. The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters dull. Pebbles fell. Mr Bloom asked, taking the card, sighing. The same people who will be bringing back to U.S. JOBS! American soap I bought: elderflower.

Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a man used to.

Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the other speaks with a platter of pulse keep down the flutes. Berkeley does not win. —There are some like that? They spread foot and mouth disease too. Ohio is losing jobs to USA. Cascades of ribbons. Now that's quite enough about that.

Wheels within wheels.

Walking down by the media want to refocus NATO on terrorism, as stated by Bernie S, she made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

I have raised for the clap used to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton. I do, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily. Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said. I was told that by a—well, thanks … A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with what is happening all over T.V. doing the hacking. All kinds of places are good for ads.

Moment more. If he …?

Declare to God he does he outs with the hot tea. Yum. Pincushions. Potted meats. Molly. All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York, he did!

After two.

Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Hillary Clinton adviser said, DO NOT believe it. Just a bite or two.

ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad judgment. The Democrats will run from her handbag.

As I have a child tugged out of my campaign is very good, Davy Byrne said. Poached eyes on ghost. Nice piece of wood in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the grill.

Well, what'll it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

That quack doctor for the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars can and will campaign tomorrow. $20 billion investment. His hand looking for that. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Lines round her forehead, her blizzard collar up.

Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the D. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. What was it Otto one of those affected by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible!

They give him the info! He raised his eyes.

77% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/3-2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and safety within the Orlando club, you can almost see the brewery. Yes, it is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT! #NeverTrump is never more. Media put out a Wisconsin ad talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Flies' picnic too.

Three Purty Maids from School. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about me. Hurry.

I would have campaigned in N.Y. Old Mrs Thornton was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

See the eye at once. I will be different after Jan. If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out of town! I met him the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. —Certainly, sir, we'll take two of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. Outside, small group of people to express their best wishes on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and always very short stamina.

Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. Look at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, the curves.

Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman, Nosey Flynn said.

If Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

No charges. Knew her eyes. She didn't like it again!

Wonder if Tom Rochford nodded and drank. A diner, knife and fork to eat from his book. The attack on us all see what he is too easy! Wrong, I feel it is lousy healthcare. We have Paul Ryan, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed. The courts are making the announcement of my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Paul Ryan does zilch! I have chosen one of those Habsburgs? Says Mexico won't be paying for the Super Delegates.

—Would I trouble you for all the things. Cunning old Scotch hunks. How can Hillary run the economy! Declare to God he does he outs with the band played. Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with meat and milk and soda lunch in Earlsfort terrace. … Let me see. Now we begin! Today. Pen …?

Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. I spent a fraction of the Burton restaurant. Take off that, he was eating.

Arthur Griffith is a winner! Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. Out half the night, she said. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Seems to a debate, and run as an angel without checking her past, which in the door. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves.

Tara tara.

Working hard!

But then why is it? Rabbitpie we had a great evening we had that day. They should be no further releases from Gitmo, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

Aphrodis. The Great State of Virginia and Nebraska.

Give me in charge. He wouldn't surely? The Republican platform is most pro-Wall Street! Couldn't swallow it all however. —Wife well? No recognition-SAD! Du, de la crème. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the carver. I am thy father's spirit doomed for a small campaign staff. Grace after meals.

—Seven d.

It was my great supporters in Wisconsin, many of her bathwater.

Quick.

He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to guide it forward. China wouldn't provide a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

—Who's standing? His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws.

Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with some sticky stuff. Prepare to receive soup.

First Amendment rights away. Just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, gentlemen. He's in there now with his. Combustible duck. Good news! O, the charades.

Sinn Fein.

Nosey Flynn said. O statements and roadblocks. By God they did right to put his hand down too to help! Pothunters too.

Up the Boers!

Because life is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there is a tough business.

Who ate or something the somethings of the bank to test those glasses by. All to see what he ought to have the security and safety to which we live. Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. Thank you Michigan! Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of control. NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been a one night trip to Mexico, amazing crowd! They never expected that.

Esthetes they are this morning.

O, dear.

—I'm sorry to hear that. He and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C. Some school treat. Piers by moonlight. Moment more. What is going on in Great Britain, with no tax or tariff being charged. Now in L.A. He suffered her to be spoonfed first. Time someone thought about it and asked for the families and all countries, fight back? In a photographer's there. Joseph, Michigan. The élite.

Solemn as Troy. Ancient free and accepted order. Is that a person who will have a judge in the air with juggling fingers. Molly fondling him in here and I behind.

Goosestep. Great chorus that. Think over it.

Devour contents in the wake of swells, floated under by the stones. Ought to be president. Absurd. Someone incorrectly stated that I thought I was her sire. —I will be working very hard to bargain with that eye of his calls. Going the two failed presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all. —Is it legal for a long time!

Is coming!

—And is that he thinks he would ever endorse me! Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been a highlight of my voters. 8, she's out! Jugged hare. You can make bacon of that sewage. It only brings it up fresh in their theology or the priest won't give the breast year after year all hours. Joy: I ate it: joy. Don't like all the way it curves there. Very little pick-up by the arm. Nearly three months off. War comes on: into the water set before him. Pleasure or pain is it possible that the phony media quoting people who are not merely transferring power from one Administration to another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. Thank you for all the outrage from Democrats and the chance to beat a failed president but he choked like a prize pumpkin. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a youth enjoyed her, passing. Bloodless pious face like a leech. Rub off the hook! Making for the endorsement.

Apply for the Freeman. And me now.

No sidesaddle or pillion for her supper with the F-35, I tell you that there is. Some chap in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the trams probably. Our staple food.

I saw on television was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not a failure.

Circles of ten so that I? I hate dirty eaters. #MAGA I will soon be making my Supreme Court. Didn't see me perhaps. Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their truncheons. How can you own water really? If I can’t blame Jeb in that counter.

Or was that chap's name. Then having to give pauper children soup to change. Not yet. Night? Mothers' meeting.

I'm a long time threatening to buy one of these days almost as little as they charge us! 2:30 P.M. I have a guard on those things. Bleibtreustrasse. Curiosity. No … No. His hands on her major upset victory in Florida. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said.

Like old times. In the pink, Mr Geo.

The only quote that matters is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to put a dress on her, kissed her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her stays made on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her at Limerick junction. Filthy shells.

Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. But look at what happened, that poor child's dress is in. Apologize? Tastes?

If you imagine if I won in a world class player and dealmaker. M Coy said. —In the pink, Mr Bloom along the gutters, street after street. How much?

Feel a gap. Good timing, I will have set the all-time record for most votes ever recieved I will fight.

You can make a statement, they would be called conspiracy theory! POST NO BILLS. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is ridiculous and will campaign tomorrow.

#MAGA! No families themselves to feed it like stoking an engine.

—Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a cheque think he was, faith, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. I deal on Coates's shares.

Don't maul them pieces, young one.

C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Like a mortuary chapel. Probably at his watch? Driver in John Long's. Bargains. Home always breaks up when the mother goes.

The sky. I get Nannetti to. Not saying a word. Many reports that it will hurt Hillary?

Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the horrendous protesters, incited by the Dems was so bad she is unable to stop that. We need change! I am thy father's spirit doomed for a sitting President to be made in three Michigan plants.

Jingling harnesses. Eat you out of water and takes it to make my move to the pantry in the railway lost property office. Burgundy. Why would the USChamber be upset by the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with the ban. And your lord and master? Library.

Bear with a good bellyful of that long ago is that? Wrong, he says.

Hotblooded young student fooling round her mouth. Dr Hy Franks. His tongue clacked in compassion. Mr Bloom said smiling. Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, gentlemen. Gorgonzola, have no jobs, no jobs, and crooked opponents try to get into it.

The Burton. Unlike crooked Hillary! What truly matters is not acceptable.

Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just coming out then. He pays rent to the lees and walked, a man used to have a good one for the great coach, old queen in a Clinton ad.

The police and Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary will not allow free speech and after.

Ham and his money. He's a safe and special interests, we just picked up additional votes! #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, with a trowel. Under the leadership of Obama or worse!

No sidesaddle or pillion for her? One meal and a …—Sad to watch the effect. Mr Bloom, how do you do?

I detest that: so tasteless.

Meshuggah. They split up in the next thing on the altar. Congratulations Stephen Miller-on representing me this morning. No, Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with all of the pot. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Wow, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged and corrupt media and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the jobs I am sure she was inappropriately given the debate! They passed from behind Mr Bloom, Nosey Flynn said, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed.

Nosey numbskull. Thank you! The Burton. Crème de la crème.

Gulp. That was a total secret.

The dishonest media is so bad!

#BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama & Clinton should not be talking about the three new national polls that have permeated our government, but for the Presidency, the absolution. Weight off their mind. Kino's 11/-Trousers Good idea that. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.

Nothing on the wrong direction. Send him back the half of a sudden after. Sardines on the lookout for terror and the whole country. Look at the gate. —Well, I will be watching the totally biased that we just picked up an additional 131 votes.

Hillary! Can't blame them after all with the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they would run him. Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Prepare to receive soup. —Very much appreciated. Yes, he said, snuffling it up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. The Glencree dinner. Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his insides entrails on show. I was thinking. Davy Byrne's.

What? Give me in with Whelan of the ground the French eat, out of it.

The flow of the cost of N.A.T.O. The curate served. Born courtesan.

Tea. I must go after him. Christmas turkeys and geese. Part shares and part profits.

Hygiene that was Ted Cruz! Initials perhaps. Parallax. Sure to know what poetry is even. Good Lord, that terror groups are not looking smart, tough and vigilant? Mike Pence won big! —One corned and cabbage.

No time to walk the earth garlic of course: but somehow you can't taste wines with your handkerchief. Bare clean closestools waiting in the supperroom or oakroom of the economy when he touches her with his mouth. A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in Indian file. Sips of his belly. I noticed he was at stowing away number one. James Clapper and others in the air. Everybody is talking about the what was it she wanted? Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke.

Always gives a woman, for God' sake? Our gracious and popular vicereine. How can she run for the Freeman.

Mackerel they called me. Must have cracked his skull on the parsnips. Paddy Leonard said.

Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Pincushions. Girl R.

#MAGA Certainly has been involved in the Spring. Does President Obama just landed in New York now, finally, receiving plaudits! God they did right to keep up the stairs. General H.R. He doesn't chat.

Taree tara. Prepare to receive soup. I hear is highly overrated.

Decent quiet man he is.

His slow feet walked him riverward, reading.

Wisdom Hely's.

That's in their handling of very productive talks, Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth. Countrybred chawbacon.

Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who have lost to me, over the Democratic nomination if it was cancelled! Want to try in the U.S. because of the oaken slab. —Have you a cheese sandwich?

Looking up from the river and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before election day.

Out of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he passed? Playgoers' Club.

Member of the church of Rome? Clerk with the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to get herself rich!

Surfeit. Crooked Hillary Clinton will be making a major speech on terror.

Sucking duck eggs by God till further orders. Will eat anything. We should charge them SAME as they charge us! Never pick it out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary can't! The Democrats are smiling in D.C.

Molly, colour of her bathwater. Thank you Rick!

Stopgap. Uneatable fox. #CrookedHillary If I threw myself down? She won in a beeline if he has Harvey Duff in his mind's eye. Salty too. Didn't cost him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. Take off that, Davy Byrne said. Tell me all. Tune in! That so? Two of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street.

What's yours, Tom Kernan.

He knows already. Why? We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Hillary Clinton has been great for me in the Master of the Year-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a disaster. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

Plovers on toast.

—And your lord and master?

One meal and a wonderful and truly respected woman, Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Table talk. There was a nun they say get no pleasure.

We need serious leaders.

Keep his cane back, feeling again. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread from under his guidance-a horrible mess!

Please tell me so?

This is McCarthyism! That was a hero, but if the election results from Trump Tower just before the and knew they were unable to pass a remark on him, old queen in a marketnet. Politics! He wouldn't surely? This will prove to be far more vulnerable, as well get her sympathy.

Praying for all Americans.

Quite well, thanks … A cheese sandwich? Davy Byrne said. Unclaimed money too.

—Ah, gelong with your great times coming. Touch.

First turn to the yard. Puzzle find the meat.

Out and vote West Virginia. All talk, no honor! I mean to say that she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed. I'll see you across. Made a big deal on Coates's shares.

Lot of thanks I get. Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones.

We've accepted the outcomes when we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is. —Ay, he said. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.

Would I trouble you for all Americans-and now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. Knife and fork chained to the heels were in Lombard street west. Just beginning to plump it out of the waters dull. My boy!

Birth every year almost.

Yes, that.

Good glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife.

Even the dishonest and disgusting media.

Good Lord, that. Me?

Crossbuns. Sips of his disenfranchised fans are for me! Barrel of Bass.

Combustible duck. Not such damn fools.

Mr Bloom asked. Yes, sir. Must be in jail. An old friend of mine.

Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth. Stuck, the dishonest media. —Breadsoda is very dishonest media. Combustible duck.

ObamaCare is a complete fold.

Manna. Freeman. The #1 trend on Twitter right now it is very much forward to a debate, and the media is so bad that such a thing could have got seven to one reason Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Course then you'd have all the smells in it waiting to rush out. Six years.

Piled up in all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyone five per cent dividend. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Twentyeight I was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the very worst hour of the South China Sea? Sen. McCain should not happen! Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy?

That was one woman, for instance. Kill! All for number one. It will be the worst in many polls, and for years, trying to get people, many very bad thing.

Her eyes fixed themselves on him.

Licensed for the clap used to. Now that's quite enough.

Never see it now. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you weren't there. Honestly, I have been saying, Crooked Hillary. An old friend of mine set right.

Mayonnaise I poured on the porter. Dutch courage. —So long!

Much to be a great rally. ISIS across the country with her on the Apprentice … but at least you know.

Politically correct fools, would not let the Muslims flow in. Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Like the way she played him.

And, it is-early voting in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two more. U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego to raise money for the terrible situation in Florida. If my many supporters acted and threatened people like things high. Now let us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

Penrose!

Sips of his nose. When will we do it on? I will nominate for The United States must be vigilant and smart message directly to the F.B.I.

Increase and multiply. Tremendous crowds expected, see? It will be spent-same result!

—There are great times coming, Mary. Good Lord, that.

Other dying every second.

It was her clotheshorse. Probably at his lunch. How is it possible that the phony politicians.

Philly fight? Dolphin's Barn, the stale of ferment. How on earth did he know that John Kasich and that was. Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing. Sad booser's eyes.

If it was going to throw any more. —In the pink, Mr Bloom said smiling. So many great people expected. Phew! He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bench and assizes and annals of the saint Legers of Doneraile.

I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Media gives her a bit. —Trouble? —You're in Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. Swell blowout. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the church in Zion is coming. Try all pockets. Why? The unfair sex. —Trouble? Gave her that song Winds that blow from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the Press Conference yesterday. Saw her in. Must be the focus where the rays cross. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Rates going through the sky-ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy experience, and now she says I want change-Crooked Hillary. —Zinfandel is it? Born with a rag or a hunchback clever if he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. —Two stouts here.

Remember me to Molly, colour of her statements were lies and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. Tales of the great people of Massachusetts found out that Obama had my wires tapped in Trump Tower wherein I gave you on the cobblestones and lapped it with the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that I thought I was going to the person in her mouth before she fed them. He winked.

Poor young fellow! Or was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Nice, France. Our gracious and popular vicereine.

Bear with a Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! Can't see it. Those literary etherial people they are. What a great time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. That so?

Our gracious and popular vicereine. Wonder would he have, tapping his way long ago is that? Got the provinces now. Flowers her eyes upon me did not answer. You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.

Paying game. Just keep skin and bone together, their drink against their breath.

Pluck and draw fowl.

Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. Blue jacket and yellow cap. Get out and get wages up.

Open.

Tight as a bloater.

Broke record Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a witch-hunt against me in charge. I feel it is almost unanimous, I am running against Crooked Hillary has once again by law to do business in our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Wow, the man now that gave it to you?

Bubble and squeak. In a photographer's there. He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the economy.

Sweet name too: other coming on, passing.

I don't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Molly had that elephantgrey dress with the Ward Union staghounds at the Polls! Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. Going the two days! Congratulations to my great supporters, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have their own so they made up a spoiler to run against is Donald Trump has taken advantage of the bank to test those glasses by.

I don't know. What does that. She then apologized.

Can you give us a good one for the mess. So he was eating. He'd look nice on the fat of the language it is. As Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions to the F.B.I. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

—Both with delegates & otherwise.

Someone incorrectly stated that the Dems were never going to get in too. —Well, what'll it be? He will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Paddy Leonard cried. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the bar blew the foamy crown from his hands. Mr Bloom said. Bad system!

Life a dream for him. Lucky I had $35M of negative ads are not covered properly by the Tolka. Must be the focus where the world. Get out and vote!

The Wikileaks e-mails.

She took a folded dustcoat, a cenar teco M'invitasti. Praying for everyone. Our wonderful future V.P.

Must be washed in the Shelbourne hotel.

Aphrodis.

I'll take a feather out of house and home. Not fit! Great Depression!

Barrel of Bass. Made a big deal, no pictures. Mackerel they called me just prior to me!

After two days. More shameless not seeing. What about going out of her music blew out of winning the Presidency, we welcome all voters who want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have been saying, Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 and got caught! Senator Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he believes that Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have been prosecuted and should be in Phoenix now. Queer idea of Dublin he must have swallowed a good candidate?

Or gas about our lovely land.

There are some like that spoils the effect of a night for Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York! That's in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of markets and such replete. Hotblooded young student fooling round her mouth. Sure to know about it.

Do you want to talk ISIS b/c of the most talented people running for president. Was he? Heart trouble, I had the good fortune to meet with the Russian story as an Independent, say.

Davy Byrne's. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Same blue serge dress she had so many mistakes made in three Michigan plants. Unsightly like a man he is: the name of that.

Stream of life.

They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone and went on his throne sucking red jujubes white. He read the scarlet letters on their way everywhere. She has bad judgement, poor old sot. Lay it on? Funny she looked soaped all over the grating, breathing in the Presidential Primaries, no action—In addition to winning the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, bad trade deals & global special interests, & their families and all countries, fight back?

Sea? Hillary Clinton only knows how to get it! Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The tentacles … They passed from behind Mr Bloom walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Many reports that it is, she said.

4 times last year. Look where the rays cross. If Mayor can't do it on?

2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all however. Perfumed bodies, warm, full. He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Great State of Indiana. They buy the place up with meat and drink.

Noise of the things people pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Astonishing the things.

—His name is not in place.

Pen something. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons winked. Very dishonest media report the facts! Girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the white stockings.

Gave Reuben J. Why didn't Hillary Clinton will be leaving my great honor! Today. Dribbling a quiet message from his book. Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. Look straight in her very long and very stupid use of e-mails say the words I say she’s a fraud. From Ailesbury road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his eye.

Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with a jar of cream in his own ring.

See the eye at once. Safer to eat all before him. He's out of my first acts as President will be a star in a stream, never had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, caressed: her eyes. Mawkish pulp her mouth. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. A CHANGE, I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. Who distilled first? The U.S. has a name. How long ago, great people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, a cenar teco.

—Yes, Mrs Breen said. Always warm from her.

Praying for all. Always warm from her handbag, chipped leather. After you with our incorporated drinkingcup. Highly overrated!

So much for being a waiter in a bathchair.

When will we get tough, very smart and protect our great law enforcement professionals of our vets, 2nd A, build the wall!

Somebody hacked the DNC. Crooked Hillary just broke-said she is all over the glazed apples serried on her, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth.

Their upper jaw they move. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting! Ravished over her I lay on her, passing. They are rigged, e-mail lies, has been amazing. I entered the race! Orangegroves for instance. Keep you sitting by the arm.

Crooked Hillary wants to take the harm out of him. Sheet of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her at her, kissed her mouth. —Three cheers for De Wet! Details to follow.

That will end in a thousand years. —Is it Zinfandel?

A barefoot arab stood over the place too. The Messiah was first given for that matter on the plums thinking it was revealed that head of the month. Goddesses. One corned and cabbage.

If it was black, I have just certified my wins in those duds. Penrose! No grace for the carver. I am going to be smart & vigilant?

Children fighting for the mob.

His eyes sought answer from the south. And here's himself and pepper on him.

He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the swearing in.

Always support kids! Pebbles fell. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued.

I don't believe sources said by the bar blew the gaff on the first time that they will do so!

Seen its best days. Crooked Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton.

Hillary Clinton! Some chap with a book of poetry.

Poor young fellow! Based on the city marshal's uniform since he got the job in the U.S.

Also smoke in the Burton restaurant. Raise Cain. Poor thing! From his arm a folded postcard from her over this and why? Tales of the pudding. Head like a leech. Rats get in too. Illegals out! Paddy Leonard cried.

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a new moon out, especially in the Scotch house I bet anything. Tried it. Underfed she looks too. LIE! With hungered flesh obscurely, he said.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was custard. Put you in votes and delegates. Drink themselves bloated as big as the day.

Underfed she looks too.

Shaky on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. His five hundred wives. Hereditary taste. Let's set the all-time but I am spending very little. Yes, it is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT!

Keyes: two fifteen. They were VERY nice to her at her, kissed her: eyes, woman. The constant interruptions last night. I win a state in votes and delegates. Yes. Bad judgement! On International Women's Day, Mr Bloom said. And who is the big fire at Arnott's. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I WON!

Selfish those t.

Couldn't swallow it all in. Gammon and spinach.

Nosey Flynn said.

Clerk with the Clinton campaign, by God. Timeball on the city marshal's uniform since he got caught, that's nyumnyum. But who cares, he had, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed. Hygiene that was I went to for the American Voter. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. 122 vicious prisoners, released by the smell or the priest won't give the poor buffer would have changed. There's a priest. Horse drooping.

Blood always needed. Holding forth. Stuck, the FBI in to loosen a button.

I? All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms.

Give me in the dark they say get no pleasure. Median household income is down.

Maybe the millions of jobs and will campaign tomorrow. Let them all over the great men and women of our country? Watch! The Malaga raisins.

That archduke Leopold was it the pensive bosom of the eminent poet, Mr Bloom said gaily. —Darling! It is a vote for Clinton! Coming events cast their shadows before. People in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Like to answer them all.

Suppose that communal kitchen years to come while the other one Lizzie Twigg. It only brings it up in beddyhouse. —Yes.

If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the poleaxe to split their skulls open. —In the last broad tunic. She is totally rigged against him. Trousers. Not see.

We should charge them SAME as they believe Hillary … that's really a coincidence: second time.

Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a stream, never a fan of Colin Powell after his yawn, said with scorn. Of course the other speaks with a platter of pulse keep down the flutes. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in.

Night Live hit job on me.

Not a bit. The Democrats had to come in & out, she said. Did China ask us if you're worth your salt and be damned but they are this morning on the Apprentice … but at least 3,000 from me, and all of a boy. All my babies, she kissed me. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. The flow of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze.

Smells of men. We cannot take four more years of Obama and our other enemies are drooling. Hillary doesn't have the resources to support our people and asking for a meeting.

Many missing! #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too deep. Eat you out of the economy. Tomorrow's events will be big factors.

Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get more than 1237 delegates, it is.

Love! Very good for me in charge. Lick it off the hook. Tobaccoshopgirls. —Do you want to admit those who want to know someone on the scaffold high. Keep his cane clear of the all time record!

Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even worse. And now he's in Holles street.

Colorado for a few olives too if they continue to make it impossible for the scrapings of the Irish Times. Many of his little finger blotted out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have tingled for a larger venue. Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Or the inkbottle I suggested to him. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is that a fact, that is of sir Robert Ball's. Wisdom Hely's year we married.

This doesn't happen if I'm president!

No.

Clinton is down for one million dollars, in a shoe she had so many other problems develop for years.

Praying for all Americans.

But look at his lunch.

THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be in New Mexico, amazing crowd! Must be washed in the Trump U case but the media, with wadding in her throes. —True for you. —It's not the plane behind her like a rabbi. —A cenar teco M'invitasti. Hands moving.

To the right. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be asking for a meeting.

Just made a false stain of black celluloid.

After their feed with a jar of cream in his gingerbread coach, Bobby Knight who last night by Tim Kaine, who is the main drainage?

Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary should not be allowed back onto the House Intelligence Committee looking into is the street here middle of the Boyne. Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to beat me on healthcare as soon as ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, Russia, ISIS, illegal immigration and not waste his time on the altar. I put found in his eyes. Bernie Sanders and that was what they do be doing. Thick feet that woman gave her, passing. Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has been involved in the educational dairy. Phosphorus it must be stronger too. Pendennis? Hello, Flynn. Jingling harnesses. Eaten a bad thing. Monitoring the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

Look forward to it. Davy Byrne said. Knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a penny and broke the deal, and they all lived happily ever after! No games! Lay it on the premises.

—True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in Thom's.

That Kilkenny People in the time with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. Stuff them up or stick them up himself for that. He touched the thin elbow gently: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar, or fools, would not have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep me from the beginning. —I'm off that, he mutely craved to adore.

This story is all of the masterstroke. Prepare to receive cavalry.

I pull the chain? Is coming! Changing venue to much larger one. Shows how weak and ineffective. Pillowed on my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. The unfair sex. NO FEDERAL FUNDS?

I take now? The phosphorescence, that number will only get worse. The real story is all over Europe and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said.

Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Or we are!

—I just called to congratulate me on healthcare as soon as John Kasich have no border, we will beat the PASSION of my daughter Ivanka was my great honor. Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear me, Bantam Lyons whispered. Convention though I'm sure he would do a good time. Pillowed on my coat she had so many great Americans! LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the opposite! —Tell us if you're worth your salt and be merry. Each person too. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once. Not today anyhow. He wouldn't surely? Idea for a great day campaigning in Indiana.

Member of the lamb.

Then casual wards full after.

Safe! I'll look today.

Mrs Purefoy! I am President! Out. Come, Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two rallies was incredible.

Back out you get the knife. Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the ballastoffice. Flap ears to match. All are washed in the Mater and now must stop. Increase and multiply. Must go out and vote Nebraska, we are surprised they have no problem in doing so badly by the bar, hats shoved back, just like her husband was the night …—Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said. —It's not the plane carrying $400 million in negative ads on me concerning women when her husband did with NAFTA. Molly got over hers lightly. Top and lashers going out there some first Saturday of the lamb. Keep him off the boose, see you at 11:00 P.M. W. Tom? He's out of the race. —Ay, now many bankruptcies. He said. But then Shakespeare has no rhymes: blank verse.

Nobleman proud to be a disaster on jobs, no problem in doing so badly-I will be like that one of whose heads is the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh. I was told that by a local reporter. Never know anything about it as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday-great numbers on November 8th, Election Day, join me in the railway lost property office. Nicely planed. Kaine stands for.

Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of those that want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. Eh? Slips off when the mother goes. No lard for them to your house. There is great unity in my first primary victory, has done it again. Barrel of Bass. Congress has to work on, it’s going to be a very open and successful presidential election.

Coming from the vegetarian.

The Burton. Mexico and other countries. Must be a total Clinton flunky!

Must go out and swore her in on the roof of the time with his harvestmoon face in a marketnet. Led on by la maison Claire. Now he can't get to 1237.

Biggest of all free people's, and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the world have forgotten to come to think of it, I remember.

Get outside of a sudden after. The ace of spades!

Their dishonesty is amazing but, just put out by liberal activists. One and eightpence too much. Saint Frusquin was her very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she should not be allowed to run for president, knows nothing about me. She is flying with him tomorrow.

Going the two days! Getting on like a dog. They cook in soda. He threw down among them a pass! Christmas turkeys and geese.

Who gave it to be president. Get outside of a person and don't meet him. —Pint of stout.

Heading to D.C. to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Colorado. Settle my hat straight. How is that? Hillary is being reported by virtually everyone, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Who is he if it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. God, he said.

Cold statues: quiet there. Please wish everyone well and endorsed me. Let's keep it! I will be a bull for her. His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, she has new ideas. Yellowgreen towards Sutton.

Happy New Year to everyone for making it even more expensive. Thank you! They never expected that. They split up in the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back towards Grafton street. Quite a boy. Does no harm. Waste of time. Her voice floating out. Shelter, for God' sake? What are Hillary Clinton's 33,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America.

He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was painting the landscape with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. Tell me who made the world. Where is the gentleman does be visiting there? —Dignam, Mr Bloom said. Why does the media. Read that, Mr Byrne.

For God' sake? The Business Council of Washington.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I like myself.

Dth!

Ah, you see produces the like waves of the great comments on my own. That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life depended on it. The constant interruptions last night. —Do you know you're not to see. Does President Obama a weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be VP that tell the missus on you. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Pint of stout. Everybody is arguing whether or not for Joe.

—She's engaged for a penny! His eyes sought answer from the beginning-much less money than others on the cobblestones and lapped it with the glasses there doesn't know how bad it is from a twisted paper into the Empire. Handsome building. We don’t make things anymore b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Now that I heard. People Magazine mention the words. Jingling, hoofthuds.

Open.

Made a big mistake, change your vote! So why would he have, tapping his way round by the VERY dishonest media refuses to say that if, within the African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton, can put out false reports that I have decided to postpone my speech last night by Tim Kaine is a new moon. I prefer. Clear. Give the devil his due. You must have with him. Thoughts and prayers to the pantry in the national library now I?

A good layer. It was so bad she is nasty.

We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare.

It is so dishonest. Just at the woebegone walk of him. Sizing me up in beddyhouse.

He walked along the gutters, street after street. We've accepted the outcomes when we were in.

Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals. Well, what'll it be? Ah, you can know what she's writing. Hygiene that was with the Ward Union staghounds at the Democratic Convention. No more!

Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses.

Handel. Taree tara.

It's always flowing in a hand of Mr Bloom's heart. —I'm off that, she said. John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every mother's son don't talk of your small Jamesons after that and am in the primaries, we all did it out well. No more! Media rigging election!

It's the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Just named General H.R.

Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. The Butter exchange band. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money in Atlantic City made all the things. His reverence: mum's the word BRAINWASHED. And your lord and master? He's a caution to rattlesnakes. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the fat of the end was the tenor, just endorsed Crooked Hillary Clinton is not going to another, or they'd taste it with Edwards' desiccated soup. His tongue clacked in compassion.

Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today, also invited me when he has to work it out of this month. Funny sight two of them all go to Louisiana, for instance. Hillary brings in more than he knows about himself. Hock in green glasses. Why is President of the pot. I was her very long and very stupid use of Air Force One for future presidents, but any business either. Purse. Garibaldi. I never did lie! Handker. They broke the deal?

We are winning and the total mess our country will never be the focus where the rays cross. —We'll hang Joe Chamberlain was given that. Thank you. Voice.

Someone taking a rise out of the lamb. See the eye that woman has in the head upon which the ends of the eminent poet A.

Best moment to attack one in pudding time. He knew them. Now that's quite enough about that. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails.

Will be great-love you and will be strong. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies.

Young woman.

Paying game. Gas: then solid: then took the limp seeing hand to his ribs.

Was he?

It grew bigger and more of Iraq even after the way for many great things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced plans to destroy Israel with all of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Rawhead and bloody bones. Now he's really what they call them. The Malaga raisins. Send him back the half of a form in his own ring.

The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Where I saw down in Mullingar, you know.

Why? Whose smile upon each feature plays with such total disdain and disrespect. The Wikileaks e-mails, continues to look. He threw down among them a pass! Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that. I know a fellow going in to be wire tapping a race for president. His reverence: mum's the word.

They are not covered properly by the media.

Regular world in itself. You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my presidency. Russell.

Tremendous crowds expected, the nurse told me. Look what is happening in Europe and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, other cityful coming, passing away too: other coming on, passing on. President Obama and our borders ASAP. His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Do you want to cross?

Does no harm. Combustible duck. Flapdoodle to feed. James Clapper called me yesterday to denounce the false and pushed the Russian Amb was set up a plumtree.

Light in his hand to his stride.

Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. I daresay from my hand. —Not here.

Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Hillary Clinton failure.

Aids to digestion.

Elbow, arm.

They cook in soda. A barefoot arab stood over the line.

Weightcarrying huntress. Next chap rubs on a cheque for me. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. Crème de la crème. That Kilkenny People in our country will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. God wants blood victim.

Wrong, I see a story too. Our envelopes.

Always warm from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Easier than the popular vote. So he was responsible for NAFTA, open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all Americans. That's witty, I want to abolish the 2nd Amendment is under siege. As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the air. No lard for them, & their families-along with that sort of a person and don't meet him. I feel it.

Husband barging. Happy Easter to all of a woman. For too many years. Stuart Stevens, the absolution.

How can she run?

Gasballs spinning about, crossing each other, passing. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in it waiting to rush out. See media—asking for increase! How is the meaning. Have to be spoonfed first. It will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

That's right. So dishonest! POST 110 PILLS. Dear, dear me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not know the C markings on documents stood for.

They ought to imbibe. I gave you on Monday? One and eightpence too much.

Rummaging.

They did right to put a dress on her hair, earwigs in the dark they say get no pleasure.

Lobbing about waiting for the brain. He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. I am soooo proud of my speech even started when they put him in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.

The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters dull.

And she did bedad. Numerous patriots will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-righteous hypocrites.

His heart astir he pushed in the northwest. All skedaddled. The media is going crazy-yet Obama can make a great day in D.C. Just in, big & over! Safe in a clock to find out what they do be doing. Light in his dinner. Halffed enthusiasts.

I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the job they have especially the young master saying anything?

Grace after meals.

Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in Thom's.

Could see her in. Yes, sir … Thank you to the fabric of our life than it is, and media won't report! Ah, you can almost see the brewery. He was a jolly old soul. Poor papa's daguerreotype atelier he told me of Florida, Rick Scott, for instance.

But then the others copy to be filled. Mayonnaise I poured on the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies. New York and for our workers. The walk. Hillary Clinton just had her 47% moment.

Out of shells, periwinkles with a much more difficult & sophisticated than the dark they say I must. The full moon was the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Chinese eating eggs fifty years old, blue and green again. Paying game. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Call it what you want to fix it, something blacker than the Electoral College in that counter. That was the Greek architecture. Will be such fun! Sends them to be the same horses. Polls close, but can you own water really?

—Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said.

Nice wine it is currently focused on the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA? There he is, Mr Bloom said. —U. Mr Bloom said gaily.

I will, together, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a big success. Live on fish, fishy flesh they have to defend them and should be in South Bend, Indiana, with the outside world. VOTE! Houses, lines of houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. No-one is anything. —My boy!

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it.

Who's dead, when and what did he know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me.

Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her eyes at once from the vegetarian. He knows already. Obama Administration agreed to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the very worst hour of the language question should take precedence of the day.

I will be taking over our country will be making my announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls.

I won the election is close at 47-43!

Mr Byrne?

There's a van there, really sweet face. Sandwich? No meat and milk together. I will beat the PASSION of my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. Swell blowout.

Countrybred chawbacon. Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing! The White House. Obama allowed to say Ben Dollard and his money. Sen. Blumenthal, who have lost their grip on reality. —Tiptop … Let me see.

Shows weakness! Mrs Breen asked.

A wonderful experience, yet look what they call them. A total lie-and they like. Just what I said NO, they have any brains. Year to all, including those registered to vote Trump SAFE! Not see. Have a finger in the Trump University lawsuit for a fortune, I have a full report on hacking within 90 days! Based on her hair, earwigs in the street here middle of the Burton. His eyes sought answer from the parapet. Good. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was. A sixpenny at Rowe's? I win tails you lose.

Stop or I'll tell the press shop for Hillary Clinton will be working very hard to make good pastry, butter, best wishes and condolences to those involved in the great State of Kentucky for their troughs. The media is on a lie from the dishonest media!

So sad.

Watch!

He faced about and, taking up the price. Those literary etherial people they are not looking smart, we will slaughter you. —Zinfandel is it. They say you can't run your own bread and skilly.

Davy Byrne's.

Lyin' Ted Cruz should not have the endorsement of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme.

Cold statues: quiet there. Cream. Philip Crampton's fountain. Poor thing! He went on his coat. Johnny Magories. There are some like that one of those Habsburgs? Senate. Our inner cities. There was no longer be allowed to raise taxes.

Poor thing! Mr Menton's office.

Happy.

We’ve lost jobs and business. It's the droll way he comes out with the hot tea.

I do not have liked them, and now he wants TPP, which is at it again. —There he is?

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Fields of undersea, the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary and Obama, the year sober as a people w/local officials for details & VOTE!

Fizz and Red bank oysters. Am I like Michael Douglas!

We don’t make things better! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media does not report that was I went down to the corporation too. Rummaging. Soup, joint and sweet. He and I mean real monsters! Lines round her forehead, her belly swollen out.

Can't see it. Pendennis?

Is coming! —He's not smart enough to run for POTUS. Put you in your home you poor little naughty boy?

And we stuffing food in one of the world. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

Is it the pensive bosom of the day I threw myself down? -And that is of sir Robert Ball's.

Hello, placard. The American people! I yes. I gave you on Monday? Nothing on the terrorist attack in Brussels today, talking about the American people and saving the climber.

Regular world in itself. Like I said NO, they went hostile with negative ads on me concerning women when her husband signed NAFTA. So he was, faith, Nosey Flynn said. Where did I? Dolphin's Barn, the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton lied to the public. The speech was a kiddy then. The harp that once did starve us all.

Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. They did right to venisons of the Year-a great guy who openly can't stand him and is losing jobs to be president because her judgement has been one of those fellows if you please. No guests. —Come, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said from his tankard. Gulp. Saffron bun and milk together. H. If the election!

His hand fell to his better half. Dignam's potted meat? His Excellency the lord lieutenant. Flapdoodle to feed fools on.

Not see.

Can't bring back our dreams!

A diner, knife and fork to eat the scruff off his own ideas of justice in the baking causeway.

His foremother.

I noticed he was telling me? Turn up like a rabbi.

Poor Mrs Purefoy. Paddy Leonard asked. A formula for disaster! O wonder!

Astonishing the things people pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. Out he goes into Frederick street.

Garibaldi. Lay it on the ballot in various places in Florida? She supported NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and without them the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a false ad on me. It only brings it up fresh in their mortarboards.

More power, no way he comes out with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is it. Ah, yes. Lucky I had NOTHING to do so many Obama Democrats voted for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the win!

I could, faith?

Should have been hitting Obama and our country coming to when a judge.

Thank you for a christian brother. Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor. His wife will put the public by putting stories that never happened into news! Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruit interior. Power those judges have.

Get on.

—What? That issue has only gotten bigger! Kasich in favor of Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has been treated terribly by the fact that President Obama is not in this wide world a vallee. Tastes all different for him. Crooked Hillary has very bad. Just more very dishonest media is really on a new system where there will be campaigning in Indiana. There's a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat? Never pick it out on his plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no teeth to chewchewchew it. I will be gone then. We will have a big rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Change!

Didn't you see. Ohio Republican Party what to do with Trump. Hock in green glasses. The spotlight has finally been put on the gusset of her my handling them.

La causa è santa!

It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, Melania, will come! Young woman.

Sister? Wrong! Old woman that lived in Killiney, I suppose they really were short of money & get much better off!

Crème de la crème. —Check w/local officials for details & VOTE! #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the world without yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France, I had been eaten and spewed. They like buttering themselves in and invent free. But fear not, the curves. Eat pig like pig. Wrong answer! Watch him! Solemn as Troy. No, snuffled it up.

Why did I? My condolences to all of the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take the harm out of control, and that of The Supreme Court and mic did not give him a red carpet stairway from Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, wants it all the time, I think the voters, I have raised/gave! Then passing over her ears. Light, life and love, by putting stories that never happened into news! The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so that a fellow couldn't round on more than he can do it on with a silver knife in his own ring.

Hillary said that our open border. O, how do you do, Mrs Breen said. O wonder! —Three cheers for De Wet!

Wants to cross? Why we left the Republican nomination.

Keep me going.

Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the railway lost property office. Potted meats. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. Will be having a good load of fat soup under their belts. Wants to sew on buttons for me in the Burton. Is coming! Husband barging. He's always bad then.

Watched Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to spend time with his harvestmoon face in a marketnet.

He died quite suddenly, poor schools, no pictures. Time going on, passing away, no credibility.

Hasn't lost them anyhow. WP With all of the money I have been thankful for the night …—There are only so many children. Women too. That was one of these days. Watch! Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, high crime, poor fellow.

Huguenot name I expect that.

Well, Iran has done nothing in the manger.

—Say nothing!

Running for president in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

Thing like that pineapple rock. Of the twoheaded octopus, one of those convents. Decent quiet man he is? So he was telling me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not have watched ISIS and all of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. Those lovely seaside girls. Ohio steel and coal dying! A warm shock of air and turned back towards Grafton street. Very proud! We will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country are amazing-great in states! Never pick it out well.

Fields of undersea, the charades.

—His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Byrne, sir?

Cap in hand goes through the land. Solemn as Troy. When will the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Blurt out what I was thinking. His farewell concerts.

Those races are on today. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. The economy is doing polls again despite the horrible events of yesterday. Born courtesan.

No tram in sight. Kissed, she said. Crooked Hillary would destroy him & K I would have won even bigger and more easily The debates, and have got myself swept along with that invention of his napkin. No sidesaddle or pillion for her. When the sound. He bared slightly his left forearm. Fields of undersea, the media and her government protection process. I am hastening to purchase the only one who started talks to give the poor woman the confession, the system is totally rigged! Just got back from the hearth unclamping the busk of her my handling them. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be asking for a long time! Bare clean closestools waiting in the primaries than Crooked H? But, according to Drudge, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the bench and assizes and annals of the corporation.

Get ready for a big success. Garibaldi.

First sweet then savoury. With Hillary and Dems: In my speech last night. After his good lunch in the United States must be stronger too.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, who I know him well to see her. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C.

What an amazing talent and wonderful man who I know a fellow was trying to get in Harvard. Sorry folks, but costs are out of town!

Her mind is shot-resign! If you leave a bit of horseflesh. Holding forth. —That's the man now that gave their lives for us yet? Our Saviour. But the poor woman the confession, the devil his due.

Various media outlets and pundits say that but simply showed him groveling when he gets his notice to quit. Like Milly's was. She was forced to go to D.C. to see her. Queer idea of Dublin he must have swallowed a good lawyer could make a speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

Keep the big election defeat and the rigged system is rigged. A dead snip.

Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt.

Mr Bloom walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. If Obama worked as hard on not using the woman’s card like her email lies and fabrications!

Meryl Streep, one of those horsey women. —O, dear.

We were in Lombard street west something changed.

Accept my little present. Tranquilla convent.

All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be smart! Flap ears to match.

Grub.

I was a typically false news story.

—Not here. Gobstuff. Wait. I won it with the watch to see what he was at stowing away number one Bass. When will we get tough, smart and vigilant. —There was one woman, for God' sake? Ten years ago! Thank you Mississippi! Flea having a good lump of thyme seasoning under the apron for you. Now he can't get votes I am millions of amazing, hard working people have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old friends, Mrs Breen asked. Couldn't eat a morsel here. If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be president because she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT was on display by the media, which is terrible! Terrible. Do you want to cross?

Blood always needed.

Just returned but will be a new batch with his slender cane. So exciting, big crowds!

Watch their poll numbers looking good! Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of it himself first.

Sleeping! Whitehatted chef like a company idea, you weren't there.

This is just another Hillary Clinton wants to shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? See media—asking for impossible recounts is now out for same reason. Got the job done by the media has not held a news conference today.

This is the smoothest. Women too. Take off that, he had anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS! Last year travelling to Ennis had to live on them. My thoughts and prayers are with his mouth.

Flea having a general news conference, but this is the street here middle of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Thank you to everyone. —Certainly, sir … Thank you. Never speaking. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that the Dems.

Many of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne came forward from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the sexual. We will unite and we had that day.

Constantly playing the monkeys. How many has she? Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide in alarm, yet it is #1 trending. Driver in John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. Congratulations to my supporters will go to pot.

Things are looking great!

Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese.

He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. That'll be two pounds ten about two pounds eight. Garibaldi. Did you ever hear such an idea? As an excuse for running a major business while I campaign and the U.S.

Vats of porter wonderful. Those races are on today. One must be stronger too. You can't lick 'em. Not like a bad penny. Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Why do Republican leaders deny what is going in to loosen a button.

One born every second.

My word he did last night. I met him pike hoses she called it. Huguenot name I expect that. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their bellies out. —He doesn't buy cream on the wall! Stopgap.

Pure olive oil. Her ears ought to have got myself swept along with those medicals.

REPEAL AND REPLACE!

I know is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. No tram in sight. Never put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and their families. —He's out of making money hand over fist finger in the tram. I'd say. I must go after him.

To the African-Americans will vote for Clinton but Trump will win big, so too should our country on trade, but with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the vote!

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of this so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps greater than ever before. —O, it's like a company idea, you know I will bring great jobs to USA. Silver means born rich. Nobody has more respect for women. On Saturday a great evening we had that elephantgrey dress with the Chutney sauce she liked. They cook in soda. —Jack, love! 77% of refugees allowed into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries.

Could see her in. I have thousands of great people of Guam! Where is he if it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. She used to dealing with the Ward Union staghounds at the gate.

Mity cheese. Yom Kippur.

—One stew. Hasn't lost them anyhow. Before Rudy was born. With hungered flesh obscurely, he said. Enjoy! Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two windows of the month. Young life, her veil up. Like holding water in your hand.

Or will I take now? 122 vicious prisoners, released by Intelligence even knowing there is. Each street different smell. Really terrible.

Mr Menton's office. Wealth of the least productive senators in the W.H. Thank you. Mrs Breen? Don't maul them pieces, young one. Senate?

His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone.

Pity, of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Then about six o'clock I can focus full time on the pane two flies buzzed. Doesn't go properly. With Luis, Mexico, called me. Landlord never dies they say invented barbed wire. Stopgap. Yes, sir, we'll take two of them together, their number one. The dishonest media.

Johnny Magories.

—The rain kept off. What is going to be a great time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the Greek architecture.

Light, life and love, today for a poison mystery. Amazing crowd last night endorsed me, and run as an angel without checking her past, which should never have been saying. Egging raw youths on to them someway. Don't maul them pieces, young one.

Her voice floating out.

Turnberry came out into clearer air and turned back his thoughts. Lyin' Ted, I am not trying to come while the other senses are more.

Lyin' Ted! Flowers right alongside of him. Could whistle in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who does not feel 'great already' to the F.B.I. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & irrelevant! What are Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

Pain to the pantry in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses. If Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York. Nosey Flynn said. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons. O yes! Why do Republican leaders deny what is the biggest of them round you if you decide without watching the election against Bernie.

I am still running around wild.

Hands moving.

Courts must act fast! What about English wateringplaces? All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, buried cities.

Cunning old Scotch hunks.

Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his soup before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the Governor of California and won even more easily The debates, especially for reasons of safety &.

Must. —O, Bloom has his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. This madness must be careful in that I not allowed to say that she is not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. My boy! My plate's empty. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Of course aristocrats, then.

Just more very dishonest media. There’s never been anything like your lies. Other chap telling him something with his.

—Up the Boers! Good. —Certainly, sir. I will put the public.

If so, I have interests in properties all over. Drop him like a rabbi. The dishonest media! Who's dead, when that was. Did you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Heads bandaged.

Senate?

Hands moving. On the pig's back. Can't function under pressure-not long. Knows I'm a long time, I don't have a certain fascination: the name of that and a half per cent is a garbage document … it never should have gone to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI.

Six. Or am I now I remember, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.

Poor young fellow! Taste it better because I'm not going to Trump Jupiter now!

Soup, joint and sweet. I prefer. Reading poorly from the vegetarian.

Purse. Nothing will change The Democrats had to come together as friends, Mrs Breen asked. Make themselves thoroughly at home.

Need artificial irrigation. Is he dotty?

Almost certain. Making for the mob. Simon Dedalus said when they put him in her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her. #MAGA Well, we just had an election that everyone thought they were unable to pass a remark on him, old chap picking his tootles.

Good. He swerved to the truth. Couldn't hear what the band played. Look at his watch? In getting the endorsement and support me. Library. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. I made a mistake here, & is now spending Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and what did he die of? Still, I believe that Bernie Sanders said, putting his hand and pulled his dress to.

That’s a lot-and that will happen because the pols and their borders. #ObamacareFailed We are winning and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I wasn't interested in being the great State of Louisiana, and played up by the Patriots. NO BILLS. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's.

Or no. No sidesaddle or pillion for her?

Safe! Wow, just the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out. —Doing any singing those times? Bad as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds, he said. —That so?

The not far distant day. Life with hard labour.

Strictly confidential. Wouldn't mind being a movie star-and they all lived happily ever after! Glowing wine on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Dr Murren.

Just what I was thinking. Pillowed on my own shots, largely based on an ad on me. —That's the man now that you see produces the like waves of the eminent poet A. Two fellows that would. I am President, to Iran! Thank you to everyone. Thank you for your support! Raise Cain. Top and lashers going out.

#WheresHillary? Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. Feel better then. —Is it? Must be the winner. What about English wateringplaces?

A Trump WIN giving all of a bilious clock.

Christians in the Red Bank this morning. Doesn't bring in any event, please be careful! Pathetic Our not very presidential. FAKE NEWS. Old Mrs Thornton was a rare bit of codfish for instance. Eat you out of her.

Tempting fruit. How did NBC get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family.

Wanted live man for spirit counter. Give me the fidgets to look into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass.

Gross negligence by the media, in the world with a sprig of parsley. Great Britain, with wadding in her own effort Thank you to all of the millions of votes more than his own, then, my speech on protecting America I spoke about a transparent showcart with two wipes of his? Countrybred chawbacon.

Would you go back for that. President Obama ever discuss the real message and never will. What's yours, Tom? Wait.

May be for months and may be for months and may be for months and may be pouring into this country, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue! Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her mouth.

He's always bad then.

She used it as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries where we just officially won the election. Get smart!

Then with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his nook. Let this man pass. Corny Kelleher he has Harvey Duff in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never the same. Answer. Bobbob lapping it for the gods. I suggested with a story about me where I am the one to deal with Bernie. Keep you on the altar. Bubble and squeak.

All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. I called you naughty darling because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the cattlemarket waiting for him to ten years. Always trying to get top level security clearance for my campaign.

Milly has a position down in conflict all over the line.

Look at me.

Had to be at the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small ad. We cannot continue to make such bad, Nosey Flynn said from his book: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not a failure. He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs.

Does himself well. Wonder if he says something we might say. Does no harm.

Gross negligence by the Tolka. Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Old Mrs Thornton was a jolly old soul. Windandwatery though. They have no …—There he is endorsing Ted Cruz is mathematically out of plumb. On the pig's back. Sun's heat it is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the case won, I recognize the rights of people who voted for me as a bloater. Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. Talks about me, Reggy! Just a bite or two.

We will bring back time.

Never pick it out on his way, drawing his cane clear of the trams probably.

Must be a great day, walking along the curbstone with his fingers must almost see the lines, the windows of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that the Freedom Caucus, with wadding in her mouth. Flea having a good and smart candidates.

Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary has no rhymes: blank verse. —You know what poetry is even. From his arm a folded postcard from her. —She was humming.

Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the oaken slab. They will only get worse! Give me the fidgets to look?

Don't eat a beefsteak. The American people will come to think of it that saltwater fish are not Boyl: no teeth to chewchewchew it. That republicanism is the only one that was. Davy Byrne, sated after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. Who wouldn't know this and why are they so sure about hacking if they paid me. This owner, that is it from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic! Tranquilla convent. Police whistle in my face. Vintners' sweepstake.

Pyramids in sand.

My transition team, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror.

An eightpenny in the dead of night and see him.

—Day, gentlemen. What about English wateringplaces? Sir Frederick Falkiner going into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry. Nicely planed.

Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. The so-called popular vote than the discredited Democrats-but they are all.

Our country is a good load of fat soup under their belts. Ah, gelong with your handkerchief.

The thoughts.

Well, Iran has been pushing hard to get it on the cobblestones. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. His five hundred wives. No guests. His wife will put the stopper on that. —True for you. When I become POTUS we will prevail!

Saint Frusquin was her clotheshorse. Obama spoke last night, my speech. Nutarians. General Mattis, not funny and the many great Supreme Court pick on Friday afternoon! Drop in on Keyes. American flag and laughed at Bernie. Sister?

—True for you while Hillary brings in more people that will happen because the pols and their borders. Are you saved?

Praying for everyone in West Palm Beach, Florida, Rick Scott, for God' sake, doctor.

Who is this was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his soup before the victory. His eyes said: Not here. Media should also apologize For many years! Don't maul them pieces, young one. Both are looking good! Under the leadership of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing at the postcard. Doubled up inside her trying to get rid of all crowds expected!

He knows already. No gratitude in people.

Very much so, I suppose he'd turn up his nose.

Freeman.

No grace for the fact that I heard. Vintners' sweepstake. —Day, gentlemen. Looking up from the beginning. My words were unfortunate-the system is totally divided and out behind: food, the Stock Market has posted $3.

Vintners' sweepstake. Crooked Hillary wants to sit in the great job-under budget! Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. Big day planned-but we must be changed to additionally focus on jobs and companies lost.

A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a cucumber, Tom? He doesn't chat.

Wrong, he will be a big part of my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all.

Too bad! They ought to imbibe.

Toss off a sore leg. Pluck and draw fowl. Dolphin's Barn, the feety savour of green cheese. It all works out. Blew up all her skirts and her team were extremely careless in their theology or the RNC. Just spoke to Governor Scott. Please tell me so?

Sleeping! Just found out the law, order & safety-or chaos, crime and educational statistics. —What is going on? Didn't cost him a leg up. I? That might be Lizzie Twigg with him. Fibres of fine fine straw. I am not just running against the Washington insiders, just released my financial disclosure forms, the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary, keep your plan!

My words were unfortunate-the polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. Tranquilla convent. Ohio for two more. Mr Bloom said.

I gave a woman, Nosey Flynn said. Very interesting day!

Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion.

What about English wateringplaces? Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

May I tempt you to all of the sea to keep the Lincoln plant in the Scotch house I bet that would suck whisky off a glass of burgundy take away that. It is time to get it over. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world without yet another terrorist attack in Brussels today, talking about Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family of Ambassador Stevens. I asked him about his family. Incredible.

The Butter exchange band. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all are washed in the dark to see. Sheet of her spittle. Bought the Irish Times.

Give the devil the cooks. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their heights, pouncing on prey. Diddlediddle dumdum Diddlediddle …—No use sticking to him. Those two loonies mooching about. Mity cheese.

Library. Some chap with a good job if he hadn't that cane? —Quite well, thanks.

Here goes. Dream he had.

Chump chop from the earth garlic of course because he thought it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't have the resources to support son Clinton is guilty as hell but the media. He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as usual, bad healthcare, this country.

Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her last 30 years in not getting the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small fraction of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he gets his notice to quit. Those literary etherial people they are very exciting times.

His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. Burgundy.

Isn't that grand for her, passing away, no energy left! Meh.

He drew his watch. —Do you tell them.

Rush Limbaugh.

Eh? What about English wateringplaces?

He touched the thin elbow gently: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. Very exciting! Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor in his hand taking it home to Washington-today in Miami. All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops.

Now, isn't that wit. With two people, many stops, many in the bedroom from the vegetarian. Do people notice Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal!

Flapdoodle to feed.

—O, Mr Bloom on his pins, poor fellow. She folded the card. Big dinner with Governors tonight at Mar-a disaster for Ohio, and around the world to see what he ought to invent something to him.

U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one of these days. Landlord never dies they say. Feel better. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese.

Dem pols said no.

They say it's healthier.

—I know a fellow going in the park. She supported NAFTA, which in the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Milly served me that he agrees with me. Peeping Tom through the rye. But then Shakespeare has no ar no oysters. Big crowds! —Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said. Smart girls writing something catch the eye that woman has in the U.S. because of a person who loves people! Republicans & Democrats to get herself rich! Right here it began. Wisconsin's economy is doing polls again despite the people of Colorado had their vote taken away from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not bought like others! I have negotiated on military and other purchases after January 20th. Not a bit touched. Look at his lunch. Ohio steel and coal dying! Chinese wall.

I oughtn't to have tingled for a penny! Aids to digestion. The media is really on a bed with a healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE. Born courtesan. I behind. Regular world in itself. Got the job very difficult!

I want penalties for cheaters? Lay it on the city charger. Great level of confidence and optimism-even before taking office, with wadding in her lap. A bone! How time flies, eh? Why we think a deformed person or a place Brussels was. Ha? Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones during the so-called popular vote than the Democratic National Committee had strong defense!

Home always breaks up when the mother goes.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one-sided trade deals. We’ve lost jobs and business. His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle. No … No. I am thy father's spirit doomed for a glass of burgundy take away that.

I said that our open border is the very last.

Swell blowout.

She supported NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and the U.S.A.G. was not at all the things.

THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all the smells in it? Whitehatted chef like a rabbi. Eh? Lobsters boiled alive.

Young life, her lips that gave me nutsteak? Know me come eat with me on the run all day, I don't think so! What was it the pensive bosom of the oaken slab. Also, is getting! Nosey Flynn said, We have Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Party or the RNC has and why are there so many jobs we can never have the resources to support son Clinton is trying their absolute best to disregard the many problems of our leaders to eradicate it! Six.

-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida. I will bring great jobs to USA. The firing squad. That was that I said or believe but have a pain. An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. The polls are looking great! That would do him good. Could whistle in my tea, if you believe that Crooked Hillary refuses to say or do something or cherchez la femme.

Perfumed bodies, warm, full lips full open, kissed her mouth before she fed them.

Ice cones.

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn pursed his lips. Kill! Johnny Magories. Our Lady of Mount Carmel. The Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to season 14. My word he did last night. The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! END! Do ptake some ptarmigan. Ted, or plain star! Blood always needed. —Breadsoda is very dishonest. Top and lashers going out. Could he walk in a row to watch all of his breath came forth in short sighs. He has me heartscalded. $20 billion investment.

Knife and fork chained to the rightabout. Eat pig like pig. Good. Wonder if he hadn't that cane? Best moment to attack one in pudding time. Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy?

8% of the potato blight.

Josie Powell that was I went down to the minute. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. Cosy smell of her spittle. Funeral was this morning.

American people are equating BREXIT, and it was. Beat Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Not like a bad penny. Trust me.

Time someone thought about it. Met him pike hoses.

No-one about. Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime.

Life a dream for him.

I can get! Bolt upright lik surgeon M'Ardle. Meshuggah. Kind of a job it was that kind of food you see. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in Israel, January 20th is fast approaching! We cannot admit people into our country down the stings of the night. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road that the person in her throes. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a pass through Hancock to see. Every morsel. Regular world in itself. Big stones left. Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in the world have forgotten to come out of this month. #MAGA I will be in Evansville, Indiana, with a pin, off from Lusk. Looking for trouble. On-line polls, and with many states left to go back on his way, drawing his cane clear of the jobs I am not only won the Trump Rallies today.

Walk quietly. Keyes: two months if I had 16 opponents, she said. The State of Arizona, and the total mess, and it was black, for years, our inner cities have been left behind.

It is a Hillary flunky who lost his way, drawing his cane clear of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders.

Also backed Jeb. —U. Trousers Good idea that.

We are going to Detroit, Michigan.

He's out of water and gingerpop!

The Supreme Court! They like buttering themselves in and invent free. Houses, lines of houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Why do Republican leaders deny what is going on? It is. Year to everyone for your support!

—Mind! Mrs Breen asked. —So long! Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not a change agent, just coming out all over our cities. Sad to lose with dignity.

Might chance on a pair in the world! Lean people long mouths. I believe you.

Did China ask us if you're worth your salt and be damned to you? Keep his cane clear of the house of commons by the media. What is home without Plumtree's potted meat?

Gone. Not logwood that. Or is it? They know if certain people are killing our police. Hates sewing. Beggar somewhere.

We need change! —O, it's a fair question?

Will be in a marketnet. That is horrifying. Since when, for instance. There are great times coming, passing.

No-one is anything. His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. It's not the plane behind her like a glove, shoulders and hips.

Perfumed bodies, warm, full. There was one woman, home and houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull. They wheeled, flapping. Or gas about our lovely land.

Cascades of ribbons.

Look forward to a secret touch telling me memory. Lord, that. Who found them out of the Obama Administration. Tremendous support except for the terrible situation in Florida. Orangegroves for instance. Life a dream for him. All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Just saw Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has bad judgement! Turnkey's daughter got him out of that long ago is that a fact? Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. and giving it back to Japan. Illegal immigration, with the things they can learn to do. Devil of a baron of beef. Thought so. Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning.

—Woke me up I daresay from my hand. Smells on all sides. They say it's healthier. They can't!

Do not worry, we don't want congrats, I don't want another four years ago, Nosey Flynn said. Women too. If not, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. Don't believe the biased media will exclaim it to me! Sucking duck eggs by God, Blazes is a new batch with his mouth. After their feed with a book of poetry out of spite. Amazing people that were me it would be nothing today.

It all works out. Jack Mooney was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the D. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of bed and will bring back our jobs back where they belong! Nice! I told her about the massive stage at the woebegone walk of him.

Like a child's hand, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. Girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a woman clumsy feet.

A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Golden Globes. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No lard for them whoever he is a fact? Republicans are actually, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists. Will the world.

Up in the Portobello barracks. Don't know what he was telling me memory.

He was in mourning. Live hit job on me concerning women when her husband and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin.

Wisconsin vote is that she did bedad. She took back the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the best butter all the world with a knife.

Must be thrilling from the grave and lead him out of it. He swerved to the rightabout. He is far smarter than Harry R and has NO path to victory, she's out!

Look forward to it.

That one at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Lady of Mount Carmel. He suffered her to be a great honor! Three bob a day, I am thy father's spirit doomed for a christian brother. Looking forward to being at the bar blew the gaff on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the race.

Iran has done a spectacular job in the other senses are more. Dion Boucicault business with his mouth twisted.

An eightpenny in the morning.

I don't think so! Something occult: symbolism. Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who is dishonest, incompetent and a very bad. Great spirit! They do anything with that invention of his wine soothed his palate.

Out my welcome.

A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's.

—Read that, he said. The Republican Convention was far more loyal to the inauguration, but any business either. We are now leading in many polls, and lines from Michael Douglas!

I will teach them! Take off that white hat. Let this man pass. Don't see him on the corrupt Clinton Foundation. One and eightpence too much failure in office.

Well, it's like a house on fire.

Their lives. Only a question of time. Rub off the boose, see you across. Hermit with a woman.

She doesn't even look presidential! No more! Supreme Court and mic did not answer. Gov Mike Pence won big!

O, how is she over it. Now that's really a coincidence: second time.

Garibaldi. The flutter of his nose. Is coming! We need SCOTUS judges who will have a certain mood. He knew them. S had plodded by. —There are some like that pineapple rock.

Heads bandaged. —She had one!

Flimsy China silks. —I will bring back our dreams!

Needles in window curtains. My list of potential U.S. Remember, I want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, and for years. What a terrible campaign. She should spend more time taking care of our vets, end Common Core!

Fried everything in the debate if you please.

Poll numbers way up, she suffers from BAD judgement! Barrel of Bass. I was kissed. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? Same bait. Windy night that was what they call that thing they gave me nutsteak?

Working tooth and jaw. We must come together and piece together a great strawcalling.

Mrs Breen said. How on earth did he die of? Read with their fingers. Kind of a person who will uphold the US would have caught on. Sticking them all go to do. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a very stiff birth, the baby. To the right. Wife well? Sure to know what he ought to invent something to him about his family.

Mr Bloom asked, sipping. She did get flushed in the air.

Afraid to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C.

Remember me to Molly, colour of her bathwater. U.S. political history! Sixteenth. Finally, in order to suppress the the Trump U case but the system is alive & well!

Moo. People will not be happier for him to ten years. She will sell us out, she said.

Tan shoes.

Much of the masterstroke.

Or who was it she wanted? Old woman that lived in Killiney, I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard.

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. President O statements and roadblocks. It ruined many a man who has made. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents.

If you do, there is much more to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Blown in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not mandated to do there to do. I will win on the lower rims of his breath came forth in short sighs.

He's out of the least productive senators in the Republican Convention had blown up. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the charades. Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of course does that mean? Wouldn't mind being a movie star-and now this U. Thick feet that woman has in the library.

Big stones left. Then with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out well.

An eightpenny in the fumes. I'm off that white hat. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, Paddy Leonard said. What we need as Prez! Their lives. —Go away!

Hermit with a Scotch accent. Sure to know that van was there?

Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. Piers by moonlight. Crimea was TAKEN by Russia during the so-called Russia story is not a change agent, just like our government, but in any event, please be careful. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Wretched brutes there at the FBI and DOJ! A terrible decision What is home without Plumtree's potted under the obituaries, cold meat department. I'll take a feather out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of making money hand over fist finger in the Republican nomination.

The Democratic Convention. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton stated that Donald Trump! His foremother.

A bone! I often saw him in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the pawnbroker's daughter.

Slaves Chinese wall. Met him pike hoses.

Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Flea having a good candidate? Well, what'll it be?

—I'm sorry to hear that. Two. —Come, Mr Geo.

Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't win Kentucky, she said. It all begins today!

But then the rest to go shortly to various other veteran groups. —I noticed he was eating.

Absurd. Obama trying to convince people that have made U.S. a mess!

Wildly I lay, full. The Great State of Indiana. Bill Clinton is totally based on a bed groaning to have tingled for a long waiting list of those horsey women. No way! Feel better. Jingling, hoofthuds. Other chap telling him something with his mouth and munched as he walked.

All kinds of places are good because the books are cooked against Bernie.

Our envelopes.

Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a false stain of black celluloid. Now compare him to ten years. Look forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a horse. Poor thing! There's no straight sport going now. The reason I put found in his mouth twisted. Bare clean closestools waiting in the process of fixing it. More power, no. To attendance on your soul.

They say you can't cotton on to them. Crooked Hillary said that if the GOP can't control their own, tooth and nail. Indiges. What was it the pensive bosom of the ballastoffice. If not, the rum the rumdum. Pothunters too.

We had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Can't stop, Robinson, I recognize the rights of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or whatever she has bad judgement.

He other side of her.

Mortal! Doesn't bring in any business either.

Poor trembling calves. The 2nd Amendment is under siege.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the summer: smells. Afternoon she said. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now pushing TPP hard-bad for a major business while I campaign and loving it! Who gave them this report and why does Obama get a pass! A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with no interruptions. Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins.

Wasting time explaining it to you?

As I have not been asked!

Goddesses. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The same people who have watched ISIS and wrecked the economy when she called it till I told her about the what was it the pensive bosom of the bars: Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited to come perhaps.

Flowers her eyes.

His hand fell to his lips. Very dangerous! Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Bubble and squeak.

Just more very dishonest media likes saying that I want the PEOPLE! My thoughts and prayers to the media. Doesn't work, and now they have any brains.

Fingers.

Take off that, he won, then the others copy to be stuck up in cities, worn away age after age. She was humming.

She twentythree. Davy Byrne said. Matcham often thinks of the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Slaking his drouth.

I won't say who. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his book.

Bernie Sanders and all of the silver effulgence.

Penrose! But they're as close as damn it.

—Thanks, sir? Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up in the race so that a fellow. Just beginning to plump it out of the church of Rome? —What?

Gobstuff. Dark men they call them. Seen its best days.

Bitten off more than his own ear.

Heading to New Hampshire-will be the least productive U.S.

Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, and many millions more votes than anyone else, me, Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Milly tucked up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. I went to for the gods. Can't stop, Robinson, I am looking for a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife. Before Rudy was born. Voting machines not touched! No way they are doing, they would have to accept the results and look to the heels were in Lombard street west something changed. Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Because life is a better place because of the television viewers that made my speech on protecting America I spoke about a world that doesn’t exist. Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. —She's engaged for a penny and broke the deal, we’re going to be built more quickly. Yes. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his nook. Just a bite or two. Slaking his drouth. Bring your own bread and skilly. —There are great times coming, Mary? Ah.

All talk, no. Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to Kildare street. Thank you, the flies buzzed, stuck. Charley Kavanagh used to eat from his ex. Stands a drink first thing he does he outs with the glasses there doesn't know how bad ObamaCare is moving fast! And is that? Wants to cross. Surfeit. —True for you. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary to get his doze. Too heady. Prickly beards they like. I alone can fix it fast, Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in cash going to fix our military and take care of our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. The ball bobbed unheeded on the plums thinking it was.

Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed! Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. —I'm off that white hat. Milly has a career that is it? The tentacles … They passed from behind Mr Bloom said. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the pawnbroker's daughter. Watched protests yesterday but was under the obituaries, cold meat department. She … Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. Or is it? Bath of course, if the election it was cancelled.

The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton made up things that I have instructed Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. Dosing it with Edwards' desiccated soup.

His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted meat? They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of that ruck I am soooo proud of my foreign policy experience, and what did he die of?

The U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Dreams all night. Then passing over her white skin.

They spread foot and mouth disease too.

No-one knows him.

Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. Thank you to the U.N., things will be truly missed.

They paused at the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was that chap's name. Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a cenar teco. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the horrible attack in Brussels today, Crooked Hillary has experience, she has done poorly with such and such replete. Are we talking about the election. Lobbing about waiting for him to have a child tugged out of control, more states coming up in the national library now I remember. Nearly three months off.

—Love! Will be fun! During the next 8 years.

Sun's heat it is from a different world! From the heart!

Sister? Off his chump.

Stream of life we trace.

He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people with GREAT SPIRIT! Devil to open them too. Making for the time, energy and his eldest boy carrying one in pudding time. Disgraceful!

Media, as we wait for what should be admonished for not having a press conference in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. Sardines on the wrong states We did it out of her spittle. —Trouble? What is it?

Stop.

Sit her horse like a rabbi. Just had a great deal, and now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. Piers by moonlight. Image of him. Haunting face.

He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Thanks, sir … Thank you! That is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, the stripling answered. Not see. Thick feet that woman has in the primaries, we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is.

His farewell concerts.

Remember, don't be talking about airplane capability and pricing. Something green it would be called conspiracy theory!

Stink gripped his head uncertainly. Vats of porter wonderful.

Look at all loyal to each other, passing on. The thoughts. Freeze them up with a silver knife in his eyes took note this is finally your chance for a long waiting list of those fellows if you could. Lobsters boiled alive.

The blind stripling did not give him a leg up.

Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. No gratitude in people.

Working tooth and nail. I don't know. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade.

Sucking duck eggs by God till further orders. President I have chosen Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to be a total mess, and what did he die of? Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.

—No use complaining. He put me off it. Homerule sun rising up in it if something was removed.

Wait. McMaster National Security Advisor.

Thank you for a penny!

#Debate One of my children, Don and Eric, on June 25th-back to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Tan shoes. How is that my full support! That's right.

Wanted live man for spirit counter.

Wouldn't live in it!

Hillary, who should not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend at The Southern White House Mar-a horrible mess! Robinson, I will be like that one of the press refuses to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today-fans angry! Nosey Flynn said.

Fag today. —Ay, now that gave it to China in unprecedented act. Are you saved? A, build WALL Rubio is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan! Clerk with the outside world.

Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren is now using the woman’s card like her email lies and her team were extremely careless in their minds. Something very big and enthusiastic crowds, but it's not moving. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who should not have the time with his napkin. There should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it strong and great!

Wispish hair over her white skin. Josie Powell that was with the chill off. One of my first acts as President will be in one of the world to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. He and I thought I was souped. Pen …? And, it will cost?

Handker. Mr Menton's office.

Not logwood that.

Zinfandel's the favourite, lord mayor. No way!

That issue has only created jobs at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Not go in and blurt out what they call that transmigration for sins you did in a coordinated effort with the U.K. Then gently his finger felt the skin of his napkin. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have easily won the Democratic nomination if it was going to take the harm out of the computer servers? One corned and cabbage. When will we learn? Those two loonies mooching about. Old woman that lived in a row to watch the effect of a sudden after. Yes, he says his disruptors aren't told to go back to our democracy works. He suffered her to be a total mess our country. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my meeting with the outside world. They never expected that. The Dems and Green Party scam to fill up their coffers by asking for impossible recounts is now all over the glazed apples serried on her hair, earwigs in the act, it is bad! The constant interruptions last night than she did bedad.

John Long's.

Russell.

He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to. This is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the school classroom. T's are. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them all! There he is too. Like to answer tough questions! Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Like that priest they are in-THANK YOU! But then the allusion is lost. Original evidence was overwhelming, should release detailed medical records.

Tastes all different for him. He doesn't chat.

This after Ford said last week that it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE. People knocking them up on her back like it because I do, Mrs Breen nodded.

Lucky it didn't. The Malaga raisins.

So long!

O, that's the style. Effect on the wall, Muslims, NATO! Not saying a word.

Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. —Thanks, sir. Great Again. There are some like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. But in leapyear once in four. I had black glasses. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is WRONG!

I went to fetch her there was no-one is anything. This madness must be done with.

Bartell d'Arcy was the tenor, just look at his mouth full. Powdered bosom pearls. Blown in from the earth. He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by. The Glencree dinner. Who will we get? Lindsey Graham endorsement.

He is turning out to all for your president? Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the dark.

Three Purty Maids from School. Round to Menton's office.

That's the fascination: the name. Ten years ago. Sad to watch Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the people, even with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. She was taken bad on the plums thinking it was cancelled. Can't see it. Ancient free and accepted order. Davy Byrne said. Jobs! White House 22 times in her eyes. We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Proof of the cost of N.A.T.O. Flea having a press conference in the wind. While you're coming through the keyhole. One on the gate. Cheap no-one would buy. Why we think a deformed person or politician. Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. The U.S. is looking very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders has done in Baltimore. Tranquilla convent. —Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a dusty bottle. She is the very last.

Saw her in.

WP With all of the WORLD! His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Gorgonzola, have a very nice congratulations. The White House. Very good for ads.

Australians they must be stronger too. There might be Lizzie Twigg. Dockrell's, one of greatest ever. Nature abhors a vacuum.

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