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Ticking Love Bomb (Part One) || Eleventh Doctor × gn!Reader

Part 1...

Summary: Your adventure with the Doctor and the Ponds takes a harsh turn when it seems you're targeted with a potion. A love potion, specifically the type where you fall in love with whoever's eyes you met first after "drinking" it. But what if you're already in love with him?

TWS: aliens, space, references of guns, smoke, unrequited love (but not really), self sacrificial attitudes, and purely oblivious people. Also, just a touch of angst (typical of a love confession).

A/N: This is a lil angsty so be ready!!! Enjoy :)

The room was filling with a sort of pink gas, at least it looked pink. Maybe like a salmon color?

The walls were bland, white and tall, and the lights were fluorescent. If you didn't know any better, you would've assumed you were in a hospital of some kind.

"Uh, Doctor… What-" you spoke watching as the gas pooled in around your feet, "What is that?"

He paused, taking a few sniffs, and mumbling to himself before answering, "A potion. They must-"

He stopped, eyebrows drawn in confusion, "Well, they must not know who I am, this won't work on Gallifreyans. It's kind of like that one poison that just makes us sleep for a few centuries but could turn a human to dust-"

"Doctor," you interrupted, hand placed on his shoulder to shake him out of his mind, "-as much as I love a bit of rambling, now's really not the time."

"Right," he corrected, straightening up and glancing around the room (for an escape you assumed), "-I don't see-"

"Hello, my doves," a voice boomed through the room, bouncing off the terribly empty walls, "-having fun yet, are we?"

It was prim and proper, a thick accent in a tone you recognized as 'all-knowing'. She seemed to be readily in control of the situation, and the Doctor… didn't seem to have a clue.

"What is it? What is she filtering in here?"

"Well," he answered, peering at the gas which was now at mid-calf, "-I'm not entirely sure. My best guess is it's a mix of potions, hastily made based on the composition. There's no real proper composure to it, an amateur is the most suspect. Or maybe someone who just wants results?"

"Doctor," you groaned, your fingers starting to swirl the pink around you, "-what is it and how will it affect me?"

"Human, right," he blinked, looking at you solidly for a moment, before turning down to his sonic, watching it buzz, "-I'll see what components are in it and that should-"

He stopped mid-sentence, body frozen and eyebrows furrowed even more, and… was he- was he blushing?

"You must understand now?" The voice continued, tone light with amusement, "The potion was never for you, Doctor; it really was to tear you away from your sidekick. I know how terribly fond you are of them in particular, and thought… this may be the perfect leverage opportunity."

"Doctor, what are they talking about?"

He didn't answer you, just set his eyes on what appeared to be a camera in the corner, "What do you want from me?"

You blinked, ready to argue with the Doctor about just… giving in (the Universe was far more important than you), but something else caught your attention.

It was the smell, god, it smelt just like roses in here. So fresh and beautiful, you could almost smell the morning dew on the thorns. It was so… wonderful.

"Y/N?" he spoke, you knew that voice, you really did, but it just smelt so nice in here. You couldn't help but picture the velvety petals beneath your fingertips, the grass underneath your shoes, the rays of sun on your face.

In an instant, your eyes fluttered shut -finding comfort in the warmth. It was like a warm sunny day on the beach, so nice to just… absorb.

"Y/N, darling-" the voice continued, "-can you hear me?"

And just like that, your brain was doused in, what felt like, a cold bucket of water -the rosy pink glow in your head faded, leaving a bit of paranoia in its wake.

"Alright, Y/N," he explained, calmly, "-listen to me carefully, don't-"

Before he could even finish, your eyes flew open, eyes landing on his green ones -searching for some solace. It was almost an instinct, hearing his voice, you just had to search for him.

"Y/N, wait-" He sputtered, eyes connecting with yours, "-why do you never listen to me? You weren't supposed to-"

He paused, staring at you for a moment (almost analyzing you), you blinked.

"Y/N, are you… are you feeling anything?"

"I, uh," you paused rubbing at your eyes for a second and just having a little check in, "-I don't feel anything different, why? Am I supposed to?"

"Well," he looked at you in wonder, and did that thing where he scrambled for a moment, "-yes."

"What?" The voice boomed again, disbelief coating her tone, "You… Why didn't it work? Doctor, what have you done?"

"I didn't-"

You interrupted, confused, "Wait, what's supposed to be happening to me right now?"

The voice answered, a bit more polite than an assumed antagonist should, "You are supposed to fall in love with whomever you see, it's perfectly disposed in the human genes, I don't-"

You blinked, oh.

"Well, I don't-" you inhaled, trying to calm your internal storm at the fact that the Doctor was looking at you like he just knew, but he couldn't have (could he?), "I feel normal, so…"

"Well, then," she spoke, tone a bit surprised but seemingly knowing, "-let's just hope we don't have any after effects, shall we?"

"What do you-"

The Doctor interrupted, voice stern, "Your potion just didn't work, there are no after effects."

"We shall see, Doctor, we shall see."

And with that… ominous answer, there was a click on the large gray door that had sealed them off before, an unlocking -assumedly.

In an instant, the Doctor grabbed your hand, and pulled you out of the room -where the fumes still lingered. You could smell the hint of roses in the air, and your head started to hurt a little bit from the memory of how strong it once was.

"Hey uh, Doctor?" You asked, slowly following a step behind him through the cavernous hallways, "What did they-"

"Shush," he spun around to you, and without hesitation, put his fingers to your neck (checking a pulse?), "-okay, good. A little fast but, alright so far.

Your face was burning hot and you could barely breathe. Your skin tingling where his fingers once were.

"Doctor, can you please explain what's going on? You act like I'm a ticking time bomb-"

He flinched.

"Wait, am I-" you exhaled shakily, pulling your hand out of his, "-am I on a timer? I can't hurt you, I really can't-"

"Y/N," he spoke, voice soft -a kind of gentle whisper-, "-calm down, okay?"

"I'm not-" you huffed, voice shaking ever-so-slightly, "I can't until you tell me what's going on!"

He exhaled, a deep sigh through his body, and you knew that look in his eyes well, an old man who'd seen worlds crash and burn.

"A lot of people have this idea that putting 2 similar things alike can make a better thing," he began, "-objectively, anyway. Scientifically through, that doesn't work, things clash and spark and burst. Like putting two ends of a magnet close to each other, they repel."

“And, that means?” you asked, tone questioning.

"The person who did this to you, tried to make a, objectively, better potion that was compiled of the same things that 2 other potions had," he continued, hand still locked with yours as you roamed down the hall, "This, being done haphazardly didn't really work."

“So, what, Doctor? What’s-”

“Your-” he started, eyes falling in a huff, “-Your heart is a ticking time bomb.”

#eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #gender neutral y/n #a bit angsty but #it fixes itself #is really sad kinda so #unrequited love but not really #use of y/n #enjoy part one #watchoutwriting #ticking love bomb

[audible--silence]

Words from the north - the whole unedited note from my phone

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Words from the north

Watching the sunset over the Cape range tunes. A light yellow through to dark blue gradient swings through the sky with a string of Aqua running down the centre a single star sits above as a full moon shines lightening up the town of Exmouth after a day spent in the sun in the sand

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I am convinced the only difference between the average joe and a poet is one pays attention to life, understands the dictionary and writes things down

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From the one day the conditions called for hoodies and cameras rather than wetsuits and surfboards

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Smelling like mosquito spray, salt water and sweat is a way of life

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Surf forecast up here looks like sitting in SoSo looking out the window staring at a palm tree to figure out what the wind is doing and asking ya mates that walk in the door “hows the surf?”

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You know you’re doing something right when you start feeling guilty for all the fun you’re having

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And I would’ve gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for you meddling kooks

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From that one time we thought itd be a good time to be homeless together for a week. By the end of it we were somewhere between brothers, lovers and mortal enemies all at once

#fucktony

#whothefuckistony

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Sea’s of red dirt and shrubs for hours and hours and hours on end

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Karijini

The sound of birds chirping, the wind rustling through the tall grass and the camp fire crackling away as the sun hides away behind the towering mountains im front of us. Shades of purple, red and yellow take over from the normal red, green and blue that make up the scene. I relax into a camp chair as twilight starts to take over. Indi is editing photos while Noems takes charge of dinner. Despite many attempts at offering help, we were both benched from kitchen duties. Another day of adventure comes to a close and the contentment sets in alongside the anticipation of what tomorrow may hold

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Worth the wakeup knock on the car at 4am in the freezing cold

Worth the bitter windchills knocking our balance on the slippery rocky path up in the dark

Worth racing the sun to the top of the mountain

Worth choosing between having my fingers warm or my camera in my hand

Worth struggling to see by the light of a phone torch

Worth not feeling my fingers for two hours

Worth it for the golden yellow and blue light peeling over the horizon

Worth it for the feeling of being awake and alive before the sun is up

Worth it for the view of the cliffs side

Worth it for seeing the wind blasting trees

Worth it for the view from the top

Worth it for the oranges on the way down

Worth it for the tunes and singalongs

Worth it for the smoked salmon croissants

Worth it for the snacks and the beers in the carpark

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But first, let me check my engine oil 🤙

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You can tell where all our money went when you look at us, none of it went into shoes

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At a fucked up level though thats just evolution. The strongest survive (colonialism)

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“But what are ya gonna do with that information though? Just make your own meaning and chase that” (on the topic of the meaning of life)

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The ritual of fires every evening after a days adventure and then every morning to boil the water for our coffee before we go again

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The grit that came off my skin

The knots that became of my hair

The red dust that washed off me as I stepped into the first bit of hot water id felt in what felt like a very long time

The black under my finger nails

The red and yellow stains on my hands that the soap didnt wash off.

The holes in my shorts, tshirts and sweater

The red stains on my towel after drying my face

The rash on my face after shaving

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Tilting your head back in ya camp chair to escape the heat of the roaring campfire and getting a glimpse at the sky absolutely glowing with stars was a constant reminder of how fucking good we’d got it

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And you say sheeeeeesh

nice garyyyy

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“Oi dad, what are ya doin?”

“25 ak47’s and a piece of plywood, thats what im doin”

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Im in full travel mode now. All i think about is whens my next meal, when do i have work and hows the surf. Also wheres my weed.”

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This post brought to you by…

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All my friends do lots of drugs

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“Ya livin the dream ya lucky shit” - taes dad, post

surf

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An observation about all the people you see on social media who you idolize in some capacity: when you meet them in real life, no matter how much idolization or importance you think they carry, when you meet them in person, they all still behave like normal people

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I’ve completely left behind my old way of life.

I’ve forgotten what its like to go to a bar.

To dress cool.

To think about what im wearing.

To think about impressing people.

To think about who to see.

To think about what event to choose from.

I’ve forgotten what its like to look up at tall buildings.

To see lots of concrete.

To walk past unfamiliar faces that dont smile when you walk past them.

To order coffee in a takeaway cup.

To eat nice food.

To see my friends at pica bar for drinks at the last minute plan

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There came a time about two months in where i began to get over it all.

Doing dishes with a water bottle and a tea towel that smelt like smoke. Sitting in the drivers seat on your phone, tired because you dont want to have to brush your teeth with a water bottle and climb like a contortionist into your car’s bed every night. Sick of having to plan when i want to take a shit. Sick of having to set up and pack down my kitchen every time i want a coffee or some lunch.

Sick of not having anywhere to be but knowing im in one of the most beautiful places in the world and feeling a burning pressure to see it all. Sick of having to buy ice every two days

Sick of emptying water from my esky

Sick of laundromats and planning how long I’ll last on a single outfit

Sick of worrying if im spending too much time sitting in the cafe

Sick of being the tag along in everybody else’s group of mates

Sick of drinking beer every shift

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As time goes by, you learn the intricacies of a place. Where all the rocks are on the track to the camp. Who in the carpark not to wave at and who to have a chat to. Where and when to be to get a free drink. How to steal a shower. When

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More and more i find while living out of my car thst routine is important. Something to ground you. For me, its making coffee out of the car, no matter how inconvenient it is. Before inevitably giving up and buying an oat flatty at soso. - talk more about habits

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Some things that dont grow old:

Seeing the surf going off

Seeing familiar faces out and about

Turtles next to you in the water

Whales breaching in the distance

The moon rising over the ocean or the ranges

The sky full of stars when the moon doesn’t shine

The sun and the warmth no matter the season

Town beach hangs with good crew

The feeling of a shower after a few days of salt water

The people at work

The chats at work

Free beer at work

The life in the oceans

The vibe of fun

Never knowing where you’re gonna end up after you wake up

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Whatd you see when you nearly died?

A big pair of tittys and a snickers bar

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The moon rises in front of me for the third night in a row. I watch it from my car, a leftover slice of pizza from work in one hand and my phone in the other. Im one of the very few people lucky enough to witness this insanely beautiful sight and yet it feels in this moment it feels unextraordinary. How spoilt with wonder must you be for this to feel normal. The same goes for this whole place. This is paradise and right now this is home. This is standard. Only when I get back to Perth and am able to look back with the 20/20 vision that is hindsight and realize just how special it all was.

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I wish I was more conscious at the hour of 6am, snug in my bed, parked in the bush as the sun rises over the bay in front of me. An explosion of pink and gold dominates the sky, shining through the bushes and the trees around me. The sound of the waves crashing behind the birds chirping. An easterly wind rustles lightly through the trees. I’m so sure it’s beautiful. If only I was awake to take it all in.

Instead, i roll over and try and escape the golden light for a minute or two more.

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Hey siri play lots of nothing by spacey jane

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Sometimes Id like not to feel like a fugitive when i take a shower, other times, the stars as my landlord is a pretty good deal

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Its not a mistake its a decision

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Maker of questionable decisions

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I dont wanna face this day for fear of what will come. For I know how good it can be, and I know the fuckery that this day holds

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Holy fuck thats a lot of cars

Yeah its cos nobody fuckin lives anywhere

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To be fair I’d stalk you

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A happy change of plans

Like all good road trips, this one started out with unfortunate circumstance, poor planning and a significant lack of caution. We planned for months to leave WA and drive across the nullabor, up through NSW and into QLD and at the 11th hour, three days before we were due to leave, we find out that covid has closed the borders. Again.

So with a house I had already moved out of, a plan in shambles on behalf of a big bad virus, and a car all prepped and ready to leave, we did the only reasonable thing to do. Changed course by a few thousand km’s and headed north with no idea what we would do, where we would sleep, what we would eat, where we would stay, who we would hang with and where we would surf.

Our first day saw lots of last minute preparations, plenty of driving to all manner of songs and podcasts from everything to the worlds dumbest grifters to Australian alcoholics talking about orgasms. I shut the door on 25 Chatham Road for the last time. We drove through familiar and unfamiliar roads. Memories of standing on the side of these very roads ripe in my mind. Except this time, with my whole life in the backseat of the car, in a setup Reubs and I built. Hell of an upgrade from a backpack and a thumb. After hours of rolling green hills, that resembled what I imagine new zealand to look like we parked up on the side of the road. Very true to form. We set up the tent, brushed our teeth and had dinner in the form of a banana and a beer and then got to bed as the sun set. I woke up at 25 Chatham and now I find myself falling asleep somewhere between Northampton and Kalbarri in my car.

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“Traveling is just tetris on wheels mate”

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No matter how far away you travel to try and escape modern society, if you look up at night, you will still see a satellite and you will be reminded that no matter where you go, you are a member of a species that can get itself to space

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Shit i like:

Squeezing kenny

Cooking in car parks

Paying for wifi and toilets with beer or hot chocolates

Surfing. All day

Chatting shit

Brownies

Staring at the stars

Dunes

Eating brownies, chatting shit and staring at the stars under the shade at dunes.

Hunters

Making new friends everywhere

Chatting to literally everyone

Having nowhere to be and never thinking about home

Telling Tony to get fucked

Surfing bombie and paddling back in twilight glassy waters

Dinners and laughs with friends in the whalebone carpark

Breaking into RAC for a shower

Coffee dates at soso

Waking up to ben packing a tent

Laughing till my ribs hurt

Tonic water with lime

No internet for weeks

Chatting to esther and alice at dunes

Staring at groms wiping out

Carpark hangs

Never having an empty passenger seat

Never being able to see out the rear view mirror

Never being alone

Cooking in the carpark opposite the cop shop

Drying shit on the car every time we parked

Listening to lots of nothing a million times

Chaos at froth consisting of surprise drinks, random chats and boats

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And the curtain closes.

On two months and nine days of nonstop adventure and fun. Unpredictable, unprecedented fun. The people you met were of a caliber I’d not encountered and never considered to be my own but from the get go and proved time and time again over the course of my time up north, they were.

I dont know how I’m going to fare when I get off this plane in two hours and have to see my parents, exist in cold weather, deal with a broken car, find a place to call home, figure out a new job and find my way with my friends who I can never be the same with after this.

The wheels are up. Fleeting views of the ningaloo coast and the cape range out each side of the planes window; a farewell of what I’m going to be missing. The red dirt and wildflowers underneath us where I’ve spent most of my nights sleeping look exactly as they always are. Untouched and still. I know I’ll be back soon. I’ve got so much more to see. So many more people left to meet. So many more memories left to make. So many more waves left to surf. So many more beers left to pour. So many more sunsets left to see.

Exmouth, for two months you sure have changed me.

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Tiger,

I dont know your history brother but if i had to take a look into your past im guessing id see a lot of pain, chaos, missing love and bad mates who dont know that they’re bad.

You’re a good dude man im so fuckin sure of it but you seem so hell bent on starting a fight and proving a point. To whom i dont know. Your break up has obviously destroyed you and your coping mechanism is alcohol and trying to get with women. You’re incredibly kind and generous to your friends and a fierce antagonist to anyone who isn’t. You need help and you know it but you dont know how to find it or who to ask.

The hardest thing about you is that you need to change your whole view of life. Theres more than you think to it. I know there’s someone in there waiting to be found. I wanna be the guy holding the torch while you search.

You’re a good guy,

I dont wanna see you get killed by some drunk in a fight or waste yourself away in a bottle and a job you hate because you didn’t know there was another option.

[pineapple-scribbles]

Bullet Mates (Part 2)

Part 1🍍      Part 3🍍

A/N: I will most likely add a playlist to the chapters, I just have to find some songs. Personally, music and reading adds a nice dramatic factor to stories. 

Rating: Mature

Au: Mafia/Soulmate

Warning: Violent themes, and colorful language ;)

Word Count: +2.1K

I’m awoken to the sound of glass shattering. I quickly put my binding on, scooping up the clothes I wore the night before, then head for the bathroom. Once done, I pressed an ear to my door, closely trying to understand the conversation that echoed through the house. “That Poisonous Bitch!  Hyeona was the one that shot me!? Put up extra perimeters around the base, it won’t stop her but it will at least slow her down” I hear Jooyoung yelled, I freeze at my name being said. “Yes, sir. We found her set up across the street, which means she is definitely close.” the other man stated.  I curse quietly “Fuck! I should have hidden my shit better, so much for stealth.” I scolded myself for being such an idiot. I heard a shuffling towards my door. Then a knock followed,”May I come in?” he asked. I waited a few seconds before I opened the door, he smiles at me.

His face gleamed brighter with life than it had the night before.  “ How are you doing-” he paused realizing he didn’t even know my name. “Daejung. Moon Daejung” I introduced, bowing at him. I was grateful to have memorized that alias before I got into this mess. I couldn’t have him be suspicious, one hint of my real identity and he won’t hesitate to kill me. Jooyoung spoke up again, “If you’d like to join me for breakfast,  we can discuss your reward for your swift actions. I wouldn’t be standing here if it wasn’t for you” He said smiling. ‘Yeah, you also wouldn’t have almost died if it wasn’t for me’ I thought.  I gave him a curt nod, with that he left me.

Sitting quietly on the bed I tried to come up with a plan. I had to make sure that Jooyoung stayed alive, much to my dismay. Other assassins would come shortly after hearing of my failure. If he dies, so will I. It was too late to run away now, I had to make him trust me, but also to give reasoning to the association for not killing him. I was their top assassin, it’s always been that way. So for me to fuck up a mission, brings enormous consequences.  

My burner phone begins to ring in my pocket. I look to see the caller I.D. “Speak of the devil” I laughed unamused. I had to come up with something quick.“ Hyeona, where the hell are you!” My associate yells at me, I was originally supposed to meet back with him to confirm my kill, and get paid.  “I am within the confines of the target’s base.” I started, putting every ounce of authority in my voice. “I’ve made a call that we should infiltrate the Kim mob family.” I could hear him about to have a heart attack. He never goes against policy, it’s the side effect of being the council’s golden boy.

Which means he basically keeps tabs on us and reports any shit back to them. “What! You aren’t supposed to do that without a second consent from the council. You could get killed” He rambled on. Then he mentioned notifying them, and I knew it would be over if he did that. “Look here Ryder, if you tell the Council I’ll gut you myself and have you watch as you bleed out. You forget that I am a council member as well, so shut it before I make you. You’re under my charge!” I yell, so sick of his whiny ass. All I get was a high pitch “yes, Madame” and the call ends.

Tossing the phone back into my bag, I try to straighten up before heading out to breakfast. I hear a second knock at my door once I was finishing up.  Walking over, I open it.  ‘Ah for fuck’s sake.’ There stood the women from before, irritation coiled around me. She was totally oblivious to my change in mood. All she did was smirk at me as if she knew something I hadn’t. She began to speak,  “Follow me, Jooyoung is waiting.” Looking back at me while she walked towards the end of the hall. I trailed slightly away from her. We walk through a few other rooms before I can see a dining table, with an array of different foods.

There sitting at the head of the table was Joohyung looking deviously handsome. ‘Mhmm cut me a slice of that cake’ Almost drooling.  I try to shake these thoughts that seem to hit me full force, but I’m pulled from them when someone speaks. “ Daejung, you can have a seat right here.” Jooyoung motions for me to sit down, which happens to be the furthest away from him. I clenched my teeth at his order, I can’t easily follow commands, it goes against every fiber. I take a seat on the opposite end of the table. The table wasn’t very long, but it gave more space than I wanted from him.

This suddenly brought my focus to how quickly I had submitted to him, just because we may have a bond, didn’t mean there was any way in hell I’d let him control me. I appreciated the distance, It made it easier to think. I’ve disguised myself as a man, quite a few times that I could effortlessly keep in a role. It was a skill that has gotten me this far, otherwise, I would have been dead long ago.

I look down to my empty plate, I eyed the food. If it’s poisonous, I’ll pass out, and my cover will be blown. My gaze rises to Jooyoung and a few people that had taken a seat after me. They all had already dug into the food. I sighed in relief, pouring myself a cup of coffee, scooped up a single egg and some smoked salmon. I ate quickly realizing how long it’s been since I’ve actually eaten something.  

From the corner of my eye I see Jooyoung stop eating, he claps his hands together and waits for me to finish up. Once I down the last of my coffee I look at him, waiting for him to start speaking. Jooyoung clears his throat, “Daejung I’d like to give you a proposal regarding your reward” pausing for a moment, searching my face for any disagreement. “I’d like to recruit you into my..business.” He states, taken me aback. I didn’t think It would be this easy to get in. I internally smirked, at my unintended victory. I brought myself back to focus, trying to respond.  

I put an oblivious expression regarding the term ‘business’ that I knew all too well. “ What type of business do you do Mr.Kim?” I asked, seeing if he’d actually tell me. Jooyoung hesitated for a brief second. Straightening himself, even more, he took on a serious expression. His features became stern and sharp, it was this quick change of mood that kept me on high alert. I had almost let myself forget he was a mob boss, a quite brutal one at that.

His associates had taken notice of their boss’s behavior. He meant business and I was going to get it. “Does this mean you accept my proposal then? I can only tell you the specifics if you officially are in” Everyone looked at me expectantly, then I realized I had no choice. I knew his base location, I was a civilian in their eyes, but I already knew more than I should. “ Yes, I accept Sir.” I had to regard him formally, to show I was set on my decision. I was fighting myself having to speak such a way but like everything else. It was necessary.

Jooyoung shifted to his casual demeanor once more, rising from his chair. Almost simultaneously everyone stood up. I could tell each and everyone respected him. Even the woman, which I despised,  I gave recognition for such behavior.  Jooyoung walked toward the side of the table where I remained.  “Let’s discuss technicalities in my study” He didn’t even turn to see if I was, in fact, following behind him. Which I was, but the nerve this man had. If I could freely act put my impulses, I’d have him in a choke hold within seconds. There was no way I’d let just anyone treat me this way. I took a deep breath in and exhaled out all the ways I wanted to kill him.

Jooyoung stopped at a dark wood door, it had intricate carvings that displayed forest scenery. In the center, it said, ‘Qui fortis semperque erit.’ He walked in, heading towards his desk. I shut the door behind me, I saw a vast collection of books in various languages. In the center of the room was a large black desk, in front of grand bay windows. It smelt strongly of cedar and vanilla, I stood next to a scarlet red air chair facing his desk. My eyes met his, the intensity of his gaze sent my heart racing.  

He motioned for me to sit. “From here on out everything disclosed shall stay a secret. If you are found violating these terms, there will be severe consequences” I sat unmovingly, his threats brushed off me. I wasn’t affected at the least, but I had to show that it frightened me. “Y-yes, I understand sir.” Jooyoung nodded at this. “Before you can start working, you are to train.”  In our line of work, one wrong move can get you killed. You’ve witnessed that.”

As he went on to the specific training I zoned out, all I could think about was last night. ‘The feeling of his skin when I treating his wound, his red lips that looked so kissable I’d just-’  Then Jooyoung asked me a question, calling my name. “Daejung, are you willing to be the family’s doctor? We need one, and you’d be perfect for the job after training.” I got very flustered, but he paid no attention.

I’ve  thought about it before, about what my role would be if I was to enter the Kim mafia. I naturally swayed towards being their personal hitman, but that would be a dead give away because of my acquired skill set.  A doctor would be the best cover, “yes I would be willing to do so, I believe I could be most successful in that position.” I stated.  I had a few questions, preferably about my living arrangements. I lived in an apartment close by, but I’d only rented it for this job. I’d have to pay another month’s worth of rent if I had to stay.

I barely owned anything to be significant to use anyways. “Mr.Kim, where you I being living while I am trained?” I asked. He was shuffling through papers while he answered. “You can live in the room you’re in now for the time being. Here please sign this.” He handed me a few documents. I looked through them, most were about basic information; Residence, birth date, age etc. The last one was interesting, it disclosed all the rules. It was a little booklet, I signed the bottom and the rest of the documents before handing it back. I had a clean, and efficient allies, the association makes sure it can pass all background checks. Even governmental ones.  

He briefly looks through it. “You’re 22?  Quite young to have such extensive education. You are turning out to be a strong candidate for sure.” smiling, he gives me an access card and a burner phone. His fingers come into contact with mine for a short second and my body turns to fire. Jooyoung gets up to walk me out, I was trying my hardest to keep face. “Thank you Mr.Kim”. I said. He shakes his head, chuckling. “ No. no.  You’re the one I should be thanking. We are even yes?” He asked

I nodded in response. I headed towards my room.‘Yeah, this doesn’t even cover it. Even my ass’ Scowling at the complexity of how this situation is turning out. I knew when I’d meet that certain person, it would be complicated but this doesn’t even fit in the same ballpark of complicated.

Opening the door I see that the room has been stocked. The closet had varies colored suits, dress shirts, and casual clothes. The same goes for the drawers, all the basic essentials were placed in my room. I was missing my usual attire, makeup and overall just being able to be myself. I took off my suit, I scanned the various colors of blazers. The burner Jooyoung gave me began to ring. Answered it, I could hear Jooyoung at the other end. His voice came out deep and velvety. “Hello?” I said. “Training begins at 5 pm, be there dress comfortably, we are sparring today.” He ordered, then quickly hung up the phone.

Removing my undershirt I could see that the bullet wound was healing nicely, but if someone touched it, it will hurt like a bitch. I looked at the clock, 3:30 pm. I had about an hour and a half before I had to show them my fighting. Which meant I’d have to hold back, this dampened my mood. ‘How was I supposed to act weak? I might accidentally kill someone just by sneezing’.  

‘Well, Shit….’

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Familiarity breeds contempt

UNDER CLOVER AND BIRDS APROWL ARE IN THE ROOKERIES

DEEP; APERSONAL PROBLEM A LOCATIVE ENIGMA; UPRIGHT ONE VEHICULE OF ARCANISATION IN THE FIELD LYING CHAP FLOODSUPPLIER OF CELICULATION THROUGH EBBLANES; A PART OF THE WHOLE AS A PORT FOR A WHALE; DEAR HEWITT CASTELLO EQUERRY WERE DAYLIGHTED WITH OUR OUTING AND ARE LOOKING BACKWARDS

ALL HIS FOURTEEN OTHER FULLBACK MAULERS OR HURLING STARS OR WHATEVER THE DAGOS THEY ARE BAITING AT MY LORD ORNERY€™S

VICOUS CICLES YET REMEWS THE SAME; THE DRAIN RATS BLESS HIS OFFALS WHILE THE PARK BIRDS CURSE HIS FLOODLIGHTS; PORTOBELLO EQUADOCTA THERECOCTA PERCORELLO; HE POURS INTO THE SOFTCLAD SHELLBORN THE HARD CASH EARNED IN WATLING STREET; HIS BIRTH PROVED ACCIDENTAL SHOWS HIS DEATH ITS GRAVE MISTAKE; BROUGHT US GIANT IVY FROM THE LAND OF YOUNKERS AND BEWITTHERED APOSTOLOPOLOS WITH THE GALE OF HIS GALL; WHILE SATISFIED THAT SOFT YOUTHFUL BRIGHT MATCHLESS GIRLS SHOULD BOSOM INTO FINE SILKCLAD JOYOUS BLOOMING YOUNG WOMEN IS NOT SO PLEASED

ALL FITZPATRICKS IN HIS EMIRATE REMEMBER HIM THE BOYS OF WETFORD HAIL HIM BABU; INDANIFIED HIMSELF WITH BORO TRIBUTE AND WAS SCHENKT PUBLICLY TO BRIGSTOLL; WAS GIVEN THE LIGHT IN DREY ORCHAFTS AND ENTUMULED IN THREEPLEXES; HIS LIKENESS IS IN TERRECUITE

ALL POSH AND ROBBAGE ON A MELODEONTIC SCALE SINCE HIS MAN€™S WHEN IS NO OTHERMAN€™S QUANDOUR MINE DANK YOU

ESCHATOLOGICAL CHAPTERS OF HUMPHREY€™S JUSTESSE OF THE JAYPEES AND HUNTED FOR BY THEBAN RECENSORS WHO SNIFF THERE€™S SOMETHING BEHIND THE BUG OF THE DEAF; THC KING WAS IN HIS CORNERWALL MELKING MARK SO MURRY THE QUEEN WAS STEEP IN ARMBOUR FEELING FAIN AND FURRY THE MAYDS WAS MIDST THE HAWTHORNS SHOEING UP THEIR HOSE OUT PIMPS THE BACK GUARDS POMP! AND PUMP GUN THEY GOES; TO ALL HIS FORETELLERS HE REARED A STONE AND FOR ALL HIS COMETHERS HE PLANTED A TREE; FORTY ACRES SIXTY MILES WHITE STRIPE RED STRIPE WASHES HIS FLEET IN ANNACRWATTER; WHOU MISSED A PORTER SO WHOT SHALL HE DO FOR HE WANTED TO SIT FOR PIMPLOCO BUT THEY€™VE CAUGHT HIM TO STAND FOR SUE?; DUTCHLORD DUTCHLORD OVERAWES US; HEADMOUND KING AND MARTYR DUNSTUNG IN THE YEAST PITRELEPOREIN PETRIN BARTHTHEGRETEBYTHEEXCHANGE; HE HESTENS TOWARDS DAMES TROTH AND WEDDING HAND LIKE THE PRINCE OF ORANGE AND NASSAU WHILE HE HAS TRINITY LEFT BEHIND HIM LIKE BOWLBEGGAR BILLTHEBUSTONLY; BROW OF A HAZELWOOD POOL IN THE DARK; CHANGES BLOWICKS INTO BULLOCKS AND A WELL OF ARTESIA INTO A BIRD OF ARABIA; THE HANDWRITING ON HIS FACEWALL THE CRYPTOCONCHOIDSIPHONOSTOMATA IN HIS EXPRUSSIANS; HIS BIRTHSPOT LIES BEYOND THE HEROSPONT AND HIS BURIALPLOT IN THE PLEASANT LITTLE FIELD; IS THE YLDIST KIOSK

POOR WAIFSTRAYS ON THE PERISH; READS THE CHARMS OF H. C. ENDERSEN ALL THE WEAKS OF HIS EVENIN AND THE CRIMES OF IVAUN THE TAURRIBLE EVERY STRONGDAY MORN; SOAPS YOU SOFT TO YOUR FACE AND SLAPS HIMSELF WHEN HE€™S BADEND; OWNS THE BULGIEST BUNGBARREL THAT EVER WAS TIPTAPPED IN THE PRIVACE OF THE MULLINGAR INN; WAS BOM WITH A NUASILVER TONGUE IN HIS MOUTH AND WENT ROUND THE COAST OF IRON WITH HIS LIFT HAND TO THE SCENE; RAISED BUT TWO FINGERS AND YET SMELT IT WOULD DAY; FOR WHOM IT IS EASIER TO FOUND A SEE IN EBBLANNAH

OLD STOCK COLLAR IS COMING BACK

WHOLE TOWNSHIP CAN SEE HIS HAIRY LEGS; BY STEALTH OF A KERSSE HER AULBURNTRESS ABAFT HIS NAPE SHE HUNG; WHEN HIS KETTLE BECAME A HEARTHSCULDUS OUR THORSTYITES SET THEIR LYMPHYAMPHYRE; HIS YEARLETTER CONCOCTED BY MASTERHANDS OF ASSAYS HIS HALLMARK IMPOSED BY THE STANDARD OF WROUGHT PLATE; A PAIR OF PECTORALS AND A TRIPLESCREEN TO GET A WIND UP; LIGHTS HIS PIPE WITH A ROSIN TREE AND HIRES A TOWHORSE TO HAUL HIS SHOES; CURES SLAVEY€™S SCURVY BREAKS BARONS BOILS; CALLED TO SELL POLOSH AND WAS FOUND LATER IN A BEDROOM; HAS HIS SEAT OF JUSTICE HIS HOUSE OF MERCY HIS COM O€™COPIOUS AND HIS STACKS A€™RYE; PROSPECTOR HE HAD A ROOKSACHT RETROSPECTOR HE HOLDS THE HOLPENSTAKE; WON THE FREEDOM OF NEW YOKE FOR THE MINDS OF JUGOSLAVES; ACTS ACTIVE PEDDLES IN PASSIVISM AND IS A GORGON

BLUE TRAMP THE FUNPOWTHERPLOTHER THE CHRISTYMANSBOXER FROM THEIR PR€šS SAL€šS AND DONNYBROOK PRATER AND ROEBUCK€™S CAMPOS AND THE AGER AROUNTOWN AND CRUMGLEN€™S GRASSY BUT KIMMAGE€™S CHAMP AND ASHTOWN FIELDS AND CABRA FIELDS AND FINGLAS FIELDS AND SANTRY FIELDS AND THE FEELS OF RAHENY AND THEIR FAILS AND BALDOYGLE TO THEM WHO ARE LATECOMERS ALL

MANY PASSIMS I AM WORKING OUT A QUANTUM THEORY ABOUT IT FOR IT IS REALLY MOST TANTUMISING

SINGLE MAIDEN SPEECH LA BELLE SPUN TO HER GRAND MOUNT AND WHOLED A LIFETIME BY HIS AIN FIRESIDE WONDERING WAS IT HEBREW SET TO HIMMELTONES OR THE QUICKSILVERSONG OF QWATERNIONS; HIS TROUBLES MAY BE OVER BUT HIS DOUBLES HAVE STILL TO COME; THE LOBSTER POT THAT CRABBED OUR KEEL THE GARDEN PET THAT SPOILED OUR SQUEEZED PEAS; HE STANDS IN A LOVELY PARK SEA IS NOT FAR IMPORTUNATE TOWNS

SOCIANIST COMMONISER; MADE A SUMMER ASSAULT ON OUR SHORES AND BEGIDDY GOT HIS SANDS FULL; FIRST HE SHOT DOWN RAGLAN ROAD AND THEN HE TORE UP MARLBOROUGH PLACE; CROMLECHHEIGHT AND CROMMALHILL WERE HIS FARFAMED FEETRESTS WHEN OUR LURCH AS LOUT LET FREE INTO THE LUBAR HELOVED; MARESCHALLED HIS WARDMOTES AND DELIMITED THE MAIN; NETTED BEFORE NIBBLING CAN SCARCE TURN A SCALE BUT GROSSED AFTER MEALS WEIGHS A TOWN IN HIMSELF; BANBA PRAYED FOR HIS CONVERSION BEURLA MISSED THAT GRAND OLD VOICE; A COLOSSUS AMONG CABBAGES THE MELARANCITRONE OF FRUITS; LARGER THAN LIFE DOUGHTIER THAN DEATH; GRAN TURCO OREGE FORMENT; LACHSEMBULGER LEPERLEAN; THE SPARKLE OF HIS GENIAL FANCY THE DEPTH OF HIS CALM SAGACITY THE CLEARNESS OF HIS SPOTLESS HONOUR THE FLOW OF HIS BOUNDLESS BENEVOLENCE; OUR FAMILY FURBEAR OUR TRIBAL TARNPIKE; QUARY WAS HE INVINCIBLED AND CUR WAS HE BURKED; PARTITIONED IRSKAHOLM UNITED IRISHMEN; HE TOOK A SVIG AT HIS OWN METHYR BUT SHE TESTED A BIT GORKY AND AS FOR THE SALMON HE WAS COMING UP IN HIM ALL LIFE LONG; COMM EILERDICH HECKLEBURY AND SAWYER THEE WARDEN; SILENT AS THE BEE IN HONEY STARK AS THE BREATH ON HAUWCK COSTELLO KINSELLA MAHONY MORAN THOUGH YOU ROPE AMRIQUE YOUR HOME RULER IS DAN

ASUNDERED; GO AWAY WE ARE DELUDED COME BACK WE

DREARS MAN OR ARE YOU

ANULAR YEARS BEFORE HE WALLOWED ROUND RAGGIANT CIRCOS; THE CABALSTONE AT THE COPING OF HIS CAVIN IS A CANINE CONSTANT

NATIONALIST; SYLVIACOLA IS SHY

PRACTICAL JUSTIFICATION AND CONDAM ANY GOOD TO ITS OWN GRATIFICATION WHO ARE RULED ROPED DUPED

LITTLE RECHERCH€š BRUSH WITH WHAT SCHOTT? AND AS I FURTHER COULD HAVE TOLD YOU AS BRISK AS YOUR D.B.C. BEHAVIOURISTICALLY PAILLET€š WITH A COAT OF HOMOID ICING WHICH IS IN REALITY

FANCY HIM AS SMOKING FAGS HIS AT TIME OF LIFE; MOUNT OF MISH MELL OF MOY; HAD TWO CARDINAL VENTURES AND THREE CAPITOL SINKS; HAS A PEEP IN HIS POCKETBOOK AND A PACKETBOAT IN HIS KEEP; B.V.H. B.L.G. P.P.M. T.D.S. V.B.D. T.C.H. L.O.N.; IS BREAKFATES LUNGER DIENER

MANY HUNDREDS AND MANY SCORE MILES OF STREETS AND LIT THOUSANDS IN ONE NIGHTLIGHTS IN HECTARES OF WINDOWS; HIS GREAT WIDE CLOAK LIES ON FIFTEEN ACRES AND HIS LITTLE WHITE HORSE DECKS BY DOZENS OUR DOORS; O SORROW THE SAIL AND WOE THE RUDDER THAT WERE SET FOR MAIRIE QUAI!; HIS SUNS THE HUNS HIS DARTARS THE TARTARS ARE PLENTY HERE

ISOBARIC PATTIES AMONG THE CREW; ONE ASKS WAS HE POISONED ONE THINKS HOW MUCH DID HE LEAVE; EXGARDENER RIESENGEBIRGER FITTED UP WITH PLANTUROUS EXISTENCIES WOULD MAKE ROSEOOGREEDY MITE€™S LITTLE HOSE; TAUT SHEETS AND SCUPPERS AWASH BUT THE OIL SILK MACK LIEB STERPET MICKS HIS AQUASCUTUM; THE ENJOYMENT HE TOOK IN KAY WOMEN THE EMPLOYMENT HE GAVE TO GEE MEN; SPONSOR TO A SQUAD OF PIERCERS ALLY TO A HOST OF RAWLIES; AGAINST LIGHTNING EXPLOSION FIRE EARTHQUAKE FLOOD WHIRLWIND BURGLARY THIRD PARTY ROT LOSS OF CASH LOSS OF CREDIT IMPACT OF VEHICLES; CAN RANT AS GRAVE AS OXTAIL SOUP AND CHAT AS GAY AS A PORTO FLIPPANT; IS UNHESITENT

SHAGGY NECK FIGURE LEFT HE IS RATIONED

STABLE HAND MUST BEGRIPE FULLSTANDINGLY IRERS€™ LANGURGE JUBLANDER OR NORTHQUAIN BIGGER PREFURRED ALL DUTIES KINE RIGHTS FAMILY FEWD OUTINGS FIVED MAY GET EARNST NO GET COMBITSCH PROFUSIONAL DRINKLORDS TO PLEASE OBSTAIN HE IS FATHERLOW SOUNDIGGED INMOODMINED PERSHOON

NEW; SQUATS AQUART AND CRACKS AQUAINT WHEN IT€™S FLAGGIN IN TOWN AND ON HAVEN; BLOWS WHISKERY AROUND HIS SUMMIT BUT STEHTS STOUT UPON HIS FOOTLES; STUTTERS FORE HE FALLS AND GOES MAD ENTIRELY WHEN HE€™S WAKED; IS TIMB

CIVILISED HUMANITY AND BUT A WART ON EUROPE; WANAMADE SINGSIGNS TO SOUNDSENSE AN YIT HE WANNA GIT ALL HIS FLESCH NUEMAID MOTTS TRULY PRURAL AND PLUSIBLE; HAS EXCISIVELY LARGE RINGS AND IS UNCUSTOMARILY PERFUMED; LUSTETH ATH HE

RIGHT HE IS HOISTED

BLIND TOLL THE DEAF AND CALL DUMB LAME AND HALTY; MIRACULONE MONSTRUCCELEEN; LED THE UPPLAWS AT THE CREATION AND HISSED A SNAKE CHARMER OFF HER STAYS; HOUNDED BECOME HAUNTER HUNTER BECOME FOX; HARRIER MARRIER TERRIER TAV; OLAPH THE OXMAN THORKER THE TOURABLE; YOU FEEL HE IS VESPASIAN

FAT LIKE FATLIKE TALLOW OF GREASEFULNESS YEA OF DRIPPING GREASEFULNESS; DID NOT SAY TO THE OLD OLD DID NOT SAY TO THE SCORBUTIC SCORBUTIC; HE HAS FOUNDED A HOUSE URU A HOUSE HE HAS FOUNDED TO WHICH HE HAS ASSIGNED ITS FATE; BEARS A RAAVEN GEULANT ON A FJELD DUIV; RUZ THE HALO OFFHIS VARLET WHEN HE APPEARED TO HIS SHECOOK AS HAYCOCK EMMET BOARO TOARO OSTERICH MANGY AND SKUNK; PRESSED THE BEER OF ALED AGE OUT OF THE NETTLES OF RASHNESS; PUT A ROOF ON THE LODGE FOR HYMN AND A COQ IN HIS POT PRO HOMO; WAS DAPIFER THEN PANCIRCENSOR THEN HORTIFEX MAGNUS; THE TOPES THAT TIPPLED ON HIM THE TYPES THAT TOPPLED OFF HIM; STILL STARTS OUR HARES YET GATES OUR GOAT; POCKETBOOK PACKETBOAT GAPMAN GUNRUN; THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS DIRE DREARY DARKNESS; OUR AWFUL DAD TIMOUR OF TORTUR; PUZZLING STARTLING SHOCKING NAY PERTURBING; WENT PUFFING FROM KING€™S BRUGH TO NEW CUSTOMS DOFFING THE GIBBOUS OFF HIM TO EVERY BREACH OF ALL SIZE; WITH PA€™S NEW HEFT AND PAPA€™S NEW HELVE HE€™S PAPAPA€™S OLD CUTLASS PAPAPAPA LEFT US; WHEN YOUNGHEADED OLDSHOULDERED AND MIDDLISHNECK AGED ABOUT; CALLER HERRING EVERY €” DAILY TURGID TARPON OVERNIGHT; SEE LORYON THE COMALEON THAT CHANGED ENDOCRINE HISTORY BY LOEVEN HIS LOAF WITH FORTY BANNUCKS; SHE DROVE HIM DAFE TILL HE DRIV HER BLIND UP; THE PIGEONS DOVES BE PERCHIN ALL OVER HIM ONE DAY ON BASLESBRIDGE AND THE RAVENS DUV BE PITCHIN THEIR DARK NETS AFTER HIM THE NEXT NIGHT BEHIND KOENIGSTEIN€™S ARBOUR; TRONF OF THE REP COMF OF THE PRIV PROSP OF THE PUB; HIS HEADWOOD IT€™S IDEAL IF HIS FEET ARE BALLY CLAY; HE

LIBERAL EDUCATION; WAS DIPPED IN HOILY OLIVES AND CHRYSMED IN SCENT OTOOLES; HEARS CRICKET ON THE EARTH BUT ANNOYS THE LIFE OUT OF PREDIKANTS; STILL TURNS THE DURC€™S EAR OF DARIUS TO THE NOW THOROUGHLY INFURIOTED€™ ONE OF GOD; MADE MAN WITH JUTS THAT JERK AND MINTED MONEY MONG MANEY; LIKES A SIX ACUP PUDDING WHEN HE€™S COME WHOME SWEETWHOME; HAS COME THROUGH ALL THE ERAS OF LIVSADVENTURE FROM MOONSHINE AND SHAMPAYING DOWN TO CLOUTS AND POTTLED PORTER; WOOLLEM THE FARSED HAHNREICH THE ALTHE CHARGE THE SACKEND WRITCHAD THE THORD; IF A MANDRAKE SHRICKED TO CONVULTURES AT LAST SURVIVING HIS BIRTH THE WEIBDUCK WILL WAIL BITTERNLY OVER THE ROTTER€™S RESURRECTION; LOSES WEIGHT IN THE MOON NIGHT BUT GIRD GIRDER BY THE SUNDAWN; WITH ONE TOUCH OF NATURE SET A VEILED WORLD AGRIN AND WENT WITHIN A SHEET OF TISSUEPAPER OF THE OPTION OF THREE GAOLS; WHO COULD SEE AT ONE BLICK A SAUMON TAKEN WITH A LANCE HUNTERS PURSUING A DOE A SWALLOWSHIP IN FULL SAIL A WHYTEROBE LIFTING A HOST; FACED FLAPPERY LIKE OLD KING CNUT AND TURNED HIS BACK LIKE CINCINNATUS; IS A FARFAR

FALSE HOOD OF A SPINDLER WEB CHOKES THE CAVEMOUTH OF HIS UNSIGHTLINESS BUT THE NESTLINGS THAT LIVEN HIS LEAFSCREEN SING HIM A LOVER OF ARBUTIES; WE STRIKE HANDS OVER HIS BLOODIED WARSHEET BUT WE ARE PLEDGED ENTIRELY

LONG GUNN BUT NOT FOR COTTON; STOOD HIS SHARP ASSAULT OF FAMINE BUT GREW GIRTHER GIRTHER AND GIRTHER; HE HAS TWENTY FOUR OR SO COUSINS GERMINATING IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND A NAMESAKE WITH AN INITIAL DIFFERENCE IN THE ONCE KINGDOM OF POLAND; HIS FIRST€™S A YOUNG ROSE AND HIS SECOND€™S FRENCH€“EGYPTIAN AND HIS WHOLE MEANS A SLUMP AT CHRISTIE€™S; FORTH OF HIS PIERCED PART CAME THE WOMAN OF HIS DREAMS BLOOD THICKER THEN WATER LAST TRADE OVERSEAS; BUYSHOP OF GLINTYLOOK EORL OF HOED; YOU AND I ARE IN HIM

HEAVY SWEARSOME STRONGSMELLING IRREGULARSHAPED MEN SHOULD BLOTTOUT ACTIVE HANDSOME WELLFORMED FRANKEYED BOYS; HERALD HAIRYFAIR ALLOAF THE WHEAT; HUSBAND YOUR AUNT AND ENDOW YOUR NEPOS; HEARKEN BUT HUSH IT SCREEN HIM AND SEE; TIME IS AN ARCHBISHOPRIC TIME

PARLIAMENTARY MOTION THIS TERM WHICH UNDER MY GUIDANCE WOULD ESTABLISH THE DELETERIOUSNESS OF DECOROUSNESS IN THE MORBIDISATION OF THE MODERN MANDABOUTWOMAN TYPE IS TO THE FERA

WHOLE ACCOUNT OF THE SENNACHERIB AS DISTINCT FROM THE SHALMANESIR SANITATIONAL REFORMS AND OF THE MR SKEKELS AND DR HYDES PROBLEM IN THE SAME CONNECTION DIFFERS TOTO COELO FROM THE FRUIT OF MY OWN INVESTIGATIONS €” THOUGH THE REASON I WENT TO JERICHO MUST REMAIN FOR CERTAIN REASONS A POLITICAL SECRET €” ESPECIALLY AS I SHALL SHORTLY BE WANTED IN CAVANTRY I CONGRATULATE MYSELF FOR THE SAME AND OTHER REASONS €” AS BEING AGAIN HOPELESSLY VITIATED BY WHAT I HAVE NOW RESOLVED TO CALL THE DIME AND CASH DIAMOND FALLACY IN HIS TALKED OFF CONFESSION WHICH RECENTLY MET WITH SUCH A LEONINE UPROAR ON ITS ESCAPE AFTER ITS CONFINEMENT WHY AM I NOT BORN LIKE A GENTILEMAN AND WHY AM I NOW SO SPEAKABLE ABOUT MY OWN EATABLES FEIGENBAUMBLATT AND FATHER JUDA €” PEST 5688 A.M. WHOLEHEARTEDLY TAKES OFF HIS GABBERCOAT AND WIG HONEST DRAUGHTY FELLOW IN HIS PUBLIC INTEREST TO MAKE US SEE HOW THOUGH AS HE SAYS: €˜BY ALLSWILL€™ THE INCEPTION AND THE DESCENT AND THE ENDSWELL OF MAN IS TEMPORARILY WRAPPED IN OBSCENITY

SUBSEQUENT SENTENCE ARE ALTERNATIVOMENTALLY

TIONAL BETTERMENT IN THE READJUSTMENT OF THE MORE REFRANGIBLE ANGLES TO THE SQUEALS OF HIS HYPOTHESIS ON THE OUTER TIN SIDES I CAN EASILY BELIEVE HEARTILY IN MY OWN MOST SPACIOUS IMMENSITY AS MY OWNHOUSE AND MICROBEMOST COSM WHEN I AM REASSURED BY RATIO THAT THE CUBE OF MY VOLUMES IS TO THE SURFACES

GREEN MANTLE; OUR FRIEND VIKELEGAL OUR SWARAN FOI; UNDER THE FOUR STONES BY HIS STREAMS WHO VANISHED THE WASSAILBOWL AT THE JOY OF SHELLS; MORA AND LORA HAD A HILL OF A HIGH TIME LOOKING DOWN ON HIS CONFUSION TILL FIRM LOOK IN READINESS FORWARD SPEAR AND THE WINDFOOT OF CURACH STREWED THE LAKEMIST OF LEGO OVER THE LAST OF HIS FIELDS; WE DARKENED FOR YOU FAULTERER IN THE YEAR OF MOURNING BUT WE€™LL FIDHIL TO THE DIMTWINKLERS WHEN THE STREAMY MORVENLIGHT CALLS UP THE SUNBEAM; HIS STRIPED PANTALOONS HIS RATHER STRANGE WALK; HEREDITATIS COLUMNA ERECTA HAGION CHITON ERAPHON; NODS A NAP FOR THE NONCE BUT CROWS CHEERIO WHEN THEY GET ECUNEMICAL; IS A SIMULTANEOUS EQUATOR

MOST CONICAL HODPIECE OF CONFUSIANIST HERONIM AND THAT CHUCHUFFUOUS CHINCHIN OF HIS IS LIKE A FOOTSEY KUNGOLOO

LEGUMINIFEROUS ZONE; WHEN OLDER LINKS LOCK OLDER HEARTS THEN HE€™LL RESEMBLE SHE; CAN BE BUILT WITH GLUE AND CLIPPINGS SCRAWLED OR VOIDED ON A BUTTRESS; THE NIGHT EXPRESS SINGS HIS STORY THE SONG OF SPARROWNOTES ON HIS STAVE OF WIRES; HE CRAWLS WITH LICE HE SWARMS WITH SAGGARTS; IS AS QUIET

EXHAUSTIVE CONFLICT AN OTHO TO RETURN; BURNING BODY TO AIGER AIR ON MELTING MOUNTAIN IN WOOING WAVE; WE GO INTO HIM SLEEPY CHILDREN WE COME OUT OF HIM STRUCKLERS FOR LIFE; HE DIVESTED TO SAVE FROM THE MRS DROWNINGS THEIR RIVAL QUEENS WHILE GRIMSHAW BRAGSHAW AND RENSHAW MADE OFF WITH HIS STOREN CLOTHES; TAXED AND RATED LICENSED AND RANTED; HIS THREEFACED STONEHEAD WAS FOUND ON A WHITEHORSE HILL AND THE PRINT OF HIS COSTELLOUS FEET IS SEEN IN THE GOAT€™S GRASSCIRCLE

RUDE WORD; THE MOUNTAIN VIEW SOME LUMIN PALE ROUND A LAMP OF SUCCAR IN BOINYN WATER; THREE SHOTS A PUDDY AT UP BLUP SADDLE; MADE UP TO MISS MACCORMACK NI LACARTHY WHO MADE OFF WITH DARLY DERMOD SWANK AND SWARTHY; ONCE DIAMOND CUT GARNET NOW DAMMAT CUTS GROANY; YOU MIGHT FIND HIM AT THE FLORENCE BUT WATCH OUR FOR HIM IN WYNN€™S HOTEL; THEER€™S HIS BOW AND WHEER€™S HIS LEAKER AND HEER LAYS HIS BEQUIET HEARSE DEEP; SWED ALBIONY LIKELIEST VILLAIN OF THE PLACE; HENNERY CANTEREL €” COCKRAN EGGOTISTERS LIMITATED; WE TAKE OUR TAYS AND FREES OUR FLEAS ROUND SADURN€™S MOUNTED FOOT; BUILT THE LUND€™S KIRK AND DESTROYED THE CHURCH€™S LAND; WHO GUESSE HIS TITLE GRABS HIS DEEDS; FLETCH AND PRITIES FASH AND CHAPS; ARTFUL JUKE OF WILYSLY; HUGGLEBELLY€™S FUNNIRAL; KUKKUK KALLIKAK; HEARD IN CAMERA AND EXCRUCIATED; BOON WHEN WITH BENCHES BILLETED BANN IF BUCKSHOTBACKSHATTERED; HEAVENGENDERED CHAOSFOEDTED EARTHBORN; HIS FATHER PRESUMPTIVELY PLOUGHED IT DEEP ON OVERTIME AND HIS MOTHER AS ALL EVINCE MUST HAVE TRAVAILLED HER FAIR SHARE; A FOOTPRINSE ON THE MEGACENE HETMAN UNWHORSED BY SEARINGSAND; HONORARY CAPTAIN OF THE EXTEMPORISED FIRE BRIGADE REPORTED TO BE FRIENDLY WITH THE POLICE; THE DOOR IS STILL OPEN

NIGHTLY CONSTERNATION FORTNIGHTLY FORNICATION MONTHLY MISERECORDATION AND OMNIANNUAL RECREATION DOYLES WHEN THEY DELIBERATE BUT SULLIVANS WHEN THEY ARE SWORDSED MATEY TEDDY SIMON JORN PEDHER ANDY BARTY PHILLY JAMESY MOR