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Brooklyn’s Sweetheart Chapter 12: Crimson and Violet

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Chapter Summary: She gets by with a little help from her friends, and Wanda is the best friend a girl could have during a family crisis. Steve and Bucky don't share that sentiment, but let's see them do better.

Word Count: 5,026

Warnings: Language, underage drinking, mob activities

Masterlist / AO3

A/N: So I’ve only just posted this story on Tumblr although I’ve had it on AO3 for months, and I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for the great response I’ve gotten so far! I hope you enjoy this next chapter! Please send an ask to be added to the tag list!

ALSO, I want to say a special thanks to my beta reader Jessieray98, she's been a HUGE help with this chapter and with planning the overall story!! 🤗

For the next hour and a half after Steve left, Y/N paced around her room muttering to herself. Her sorrow and despair had been suddenly washed away like a riptide only to be replaced with outrage and utter indignance at what was happening to her.

How dare her mother and her supposed-father lie to her for her entire life? How dare they try and hide this from her, only to reveal it at the worst time? How dare her mother leave her behind in Brooklyn, while Obadiah rots in prison, leaving Y/N vulnerable to everyone the man had ever made an enemy of?

And then there was Steve and Bucky.

Steve certainly had some gall to treat her the way he had, and Bucky just sat around and let her have it. Bucky didn’t care enough to intervene or even try to stop Steve. What kind of friends were they? It was clear neither of them cared enough about her to even comfort her in her time of need. Would the mob always come before her, or just when it was convenient for them?

It didn’t help matters that almost immediately after they had left, two members of the mob barged into her house to “keep an eye on her”. Steve had sent them in to babysit her, and now she was confined to her room as they played cards and drank Obadiah’s liquor downstairs.

She felt patronized, infantilized, and she just wanted some form of agency in all of this. Her rage was the only thing she had to herself anymore, the only thing she could control, and she wasn’t about to let that go.

What was worse was that she still wanted her boys to come back and comfort her in her time of need, but she stamped that thought down, clinging to her anger towards them instead.

She was so caught up in her emotions that she hadn’t heard her phone ringing, and it wasn’t until she picked up her cell phone to shoot Bucky and Steve a long, heated text message that she had been conducting in her mind, that she saw several missed calls and texts from Wanda.

Although she and Wanda were close friends in school, they hadn’t spoken much that summer aside from a few Snapchats and empty promises to get together soon. They had a blast together at her birthday party the previous month, but then she had gone off to Martha’s Vineyard and hasn’t spoken much to any of her friends since then.

Now she had five texts and three missed calls within the past half hour.

Wanda: Hey babe I just wanted to check in on you.

Wanda: Heard about your dad and I’m here if you wanna talk. You know I can relate.

Wanda: We should hang tonight to get your mind off things.

Wanda: I’ll take you out it’ll be fun!

Wanda: Call me!!

Just as she was reading the last text, her phone rang, Wanda’s picture appearing on the screen. She answered the phone, her voice small as she greeted her friend. “Hey Wanda, I just saw your—"

Wanda cut her off before she could finish. “Y/N! I’m so glad you finally answered! I was getting really worried about you.”

“Oh, I’m fine…”

Wanda snorted. “I doubt you’re fine. When Pietro got arrested, I was a mess.” Her brother had been arrested the spring before—right before their high school graduation—for charges related to their father’s bootlegging business. Somehow, Tony had gotten him off the hook, but she remembered the stress it had caused Wanda at the time.

“Wanda,” she sighed, reluctant to reveal how angry, sad, and conflicted she felt inside. In her case, it was more than her father being arrested—it was the fact that he wasn’t even her father, that her mother had dropped that on her and left, and that her two closest friends were doing nothing to help or support her in her time of need. Instead, they abandoned her to do God knows what with the mob—the very thing that had gotten her family into this mess in the first place.

But Wanda said her name gently, understanding and softness seeping through her tone. “You don’t have to lie to me. Really, you don’t.”

Y/N let out a shuddering breath and replied, “It’s just a lot happening all at once. And I don’t really have anyone to talk to about it… Steve and Bucky are being huge jerks.”

“Boys are dumb. They have the emotional capacity of a peanut.”

That made her laugh, and she wiped at the tears that had gathered in her eyes. “Thanks for calling…”

“Come hang out with me tonight! We can do whatever you want—it’ll get your mind off of everything.”

“I can’t. Steve has people here babysitting me.”

Wanda scoffed. “Well Steve didn’t count on me. My dad has people watching every time I’m grounded, but that’s never stopped me before.”

“What are you going to do, sneak me out?” Y/N asked incredulously.

“Yes,” Wanda answered matter-of-factly.

“How?”

“Your window is on the second story, right?”

“Yeah,” Y/N answered, crossing the room to look out her window. It was a straight drop to the garden down below, right into her mother’s prized hydrangeas. She had never tried to sneak out before, or even thought about it, but the logistics wouldn’t work. “But I don’t have anything to climb down.”

“Just trust me. I’ll be there in twenty minutes!”

This time, trusting Wanda paid off beautifully. Wanda had shown up and snuck her out with a cleverly constructed rope made of bedsheets knotted together. Once Wanda had flung it up to Y/N’s window and she had caught it, it only took tying it to her bedframe and climbing down before she landed in the hydrangeas next to Wanda.

“Well if your mom’s not coming back, it shouldn’t be a big deal that her flower garden is ruined,” Wanda whispered, tugging on Y/N’s hand and quickly moving towards her car on the street.

As they buckled in and Wanda took off in the direction of her own house, Y/N asked, “How do you know my mom’s gone?”

“I was working at the Widow’s Web this afternoon and Bucky and Steve came in. They got the news about it and I overheard.”

“Oh.”

“I’m really sorry she left,” Wanda frowned and reached out a hand to take Y/N’s. “I can’t imagine how you must be feeling.”

“Yeah…”

“I’m here for you for whatever you need.”

Y/N nodded, mulling this over. After a few minutes, she said, “Tonight, I just want to forget about everything that’s happening.”

“Well I can definitely help you do that!” Wanda exclaimed, excitement coming over her face. “There’s a few parties tonight around the city. How does that sound?”

Y/N hadn’t been to that many parties, certainly never the crazy ones that Wanda always spoke about. The thought of it made her slightly nervous, but then she realized that Steve and Bucky definitely wouldn’t want her going to any parties. “That’s perfect,” Y/N answered confidently, a newfound urge to rebel against them surging through her.

“Great! But you can’t go to a party in that,” Wanda said, looking pointedly at her sweatshirt and leggings.

“I don’t have anything else…”

“You can borrow something of mine! We’ll go back to my place—my parents and Pietro are all gone tonight, so we can get ready in peace. I’ll do your hair and makeup, too!”

Y/N smiled. Maybe this was exactly what she needed—girl time with one of her best friends. “I really missed you this summer, Wanda.”

“Hey, don’t get sappy on me!” Wanda winked at her, then squeezed her hand. “I missed you too, babe.”

Once they arrived at Wanda’s house, Wanda put on Y/N’s favorite music and announced that they were going to pregame. Wanda made her a fruity drink with enough vodka to make her cringe with every sip, and they danced and laughed tried on clothes, and she easily forgot about how many tears she had spilled over the past 24 hours.

“That one looks so good on you!” Wanda squealed about a tight blue minidress that hugged every curve of her body.

“You can see my panty lines,” Y/N protested.

“You can borrow mine!”

“I’m not gonna wear your panties, Wanda!”

“Then go without.”

Just the suggestion had Y/N bursting into giggles. “That’s out of the question!”

“Ugh, spoilsport!” Wanda grunted and tossed her a black leather skirt. “Put that on. It’s thick enough that there won’t be panty lines.”

After stripping off the minidress and squeezing into the skirt, she looked expectantly at Wanda. “Well? Am I supposed to go to the party in my bra?”

“I mean, it wouldn’t look bad—”

“Wanda!”

“Here!” Wanda emerged from her closet with a black crop top with lace overlay. Once she slipped it on, Wanda smirked and nodded. “Yes, that’s the one. You look so hot!”

“Isn’t it a little too revealing?” she asked, tugging at the clothes on her body. The top’s neckline dipped low enough to reveal her ample cleavage, and it didn’t quite reach the high waist of the skirt, so a thin strip of her abdomen was revealed as well. The skirt reached her mid-thigh at least, but that was still more revealing than she usually wore.

“It’s perfect. I swear you look amazing!” Wanda rushed to get her strapped into a pair of stilettos, and then ushered her over to her vanity. “Now let me do your hair and makeup!”

After Wanda started curling her hair, they fell into conversation about Wanda’s new job, as well as her new romance.

“So you and Natasha are together?” Y/N asked in shock. She sat at the bench in front of the vanity, Wanda standing behind her curling her hair. Through the mirror, she could see how Wanda smiled excitedly at the mention of Natasha.

“Yeah, and it’s been really great!”

“But she’s so much older than us.” Although, Natasha was the same age as Bucky and Steve—and look at what they’ve been doing with Y/N. She supposed it was a bit hypocritical of her, but she had never considered their age difference, especially because they had been friends for so long.

“She’s not that much older than us! Besides, she’s so sweet and she buys me nice things. Like this, look,” Wanda pulled a silver chain out from under her shirt and revealed a big emerald pendant hanging from the end.

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Oh my gosh, Wanda, that’s beautiful!”

“I asked her for diamonds but she said we had to be more committed first.”

She snorted. “That’s so typical of you.”

“What can I say? I have good taste and I know what I want.”

“Ouch!” Y/N hissed as the tip of the curling iron brushed against her ear. “Watch it with that thing!”

“Sorry!”

“You’re too drunk to be wielding a hot tool.” She numbed the pain by taking a large gulp of her drink, grimacing at the sourness of the cranberry juice and the aftertaste of vodka. “Natasha always seemed so intimidating to me. How did this thing between you even start?”

“Well, I interviewed for the waitress position at the Widow’s Web, and she was flirting with me all throughout the interview. Then after my first day on the job, she asked me out. What was I gonna do, say no to my boss?”

Y/N frowned. That arrangement didn’t sound exactly right, but she didn’t have enough relationship experience to know better.

Wanda started to brush out the curls, turning them into glamorous waves. “So what about you, huh?” she asked, “Any boys in your life?” The blush that spread over her face told Wanda everything she needed to know. “Oh my God! Who?”

Her blush only deepened as she shook her head, taking another big sip to avoid answering. Then she took a moment as Wanda locked in the curls with hair spray, closing her eyes and mouth tight, but after Wanda was done, she had no more excuses to stay silent. “It’s complicated!”

“Who is it?”

“It’s nobody you know!” Well, Y/N had never been great at lying to anyone, so Wanda could see through her lie like it was plastic wrap.

“Uh-huh, yeah. So who is it? Turn around, time for your makeup.”

“I won’t tell you!” However, she obliged in turning around on the vanity bench.

Wanda reached behind her for some face primer and got to work. “Then I’ll guess! Is it… Peter Parker? I know he likes you!”

“No, it’s not him! And he doesn’t like me!”

“Is it… Dave from French last year?”

“Ew, no, it isn’t Dave.”

While Wanda guessed through every boy in their graduating class, she finished applying a light layer of blush and bronzer to Y/N’s face. As she swiped a golden-hued highlighter onto her cheekbones and down her nose, Wanda huffed. “Is it Pietro? If you’re fucking my brother, I’ll kill him.”

Y/N burst out laughing. “No, it’s not Pietro!”

“Good,” Wanda grumbled, reaching for a tube of eyeliner. “Close your eyes and don’t move a muscle.” Neither of the girls spoke as Wanda meticulously applied a perfect winged eyeliner to her eyelids. “There, perfect.”

Y/N turned to look in the mirror, and then took it upon herself to apply her own mascara. The end result was a glowing, sun-kissed look, perfect for the end of summer; the eyeliner and long lashes complimented the natural look perfectly with just enough of a dramatic flair for the party.

“I’m gonna get your secret romance out of you somehow,” Wanda said, and handed her a red liquid lipstick. “Here, this is perfect.”

“No way, the eyeliner is already dramatic enough.”

Wanda rolled her eyes. “Babe, winged eyeliner and red lips go together like Jay-Z and Beyoncé, please put on the damn lipstick.”

She conceded, applying the bright red lipstick carefully before blotting it on some tissue paper and moving aside so Wanda could do her own makeup. As soon as Wanda started on her eyeshadow, she started guessing again.

“Is it someone in the mob?”

“No…”

“That’s a yes,” Wanda rolled her eyes. “We really need to work on your lying skills.”

“I usually don’t need to lie.”

“Lying is a very useful skill. The trick is to not think about the fact that you’re lying.”

“That’s all I can think about when I lie.”

“Of course it is—you have too many morals to lie successfully. Don’t worry, I’ll break those down for you,” she smirked, sending her a sly wink through the mirror. Then she continued. “So it’s someone in the mob… One of Pietro’s friends?”

“No.”

“Someone way older than us?”

She hesitated. “Not that much older…”

A strange look crossed Wanda’s face that almost at once turned into realization. “Oh my God, you’re fucking Steve or Bucky! It has to be!”

“No!” But her voice was so high pitched, it gave her away immediately.

“It has to be!” Wanda repeated. “I’m so stupid—why didn’t I guess them before? You’ve been away with them for the past month at Martha’s Vineyard! Who else could you possibly be fucking other than them!” Y/N’s silence confirmed this. “Which one?” Wanda asked, pleading for the answer, desperation in her voice. “I have to know!”

“Neither!”

“Is it Bucky? It has to be Bucky, Steve’s still dating Peggy, right?”

A guilty look crossed her face. She had completely forgotten about Peggy, aside from Steve mentioning very briefly the previous day at dinner that Peggy wasn’t in the picture anymore. He had shut down any questions she had immediately.

“It’s Steve then?” Wanda asked, carefully reading her expressions. “Did Steve and Peggy break up?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “I don’t know much about it.”

“So you’re with Steve now, then?”

“I don’t know, it’s complicated…”

Wanda hummed thoughtfully. “You know, I always pictured you with Bucky rather than Steve.” When Y/N didn’t answer, her eyes wide at the notion, Wanda’s sixth sense seemed to come into play again. “Oh my God, did you fuck him too?”

“No!”

Wanda squealed. “You did! Oh my God, you fucked both of them! I’m so proud of you,” she gushed, wiping a pretend tear from her eye. “I knew you had it in you!”

“Shut up!”

“Who did you fuck first?”

“Uhm… It’s complicated.”

Wanda’s excitement was palpable at this point. “I’m getting you so much drunker and you’re going to spill every detail to me!”

Two shots of vodka later, both of which burned going down and made her gag, Wanda was calling them an Uber to go to a party in Chelsea.

“I figure we’ll start with the one in Chelsea. Peter told me about it, and his friend MJ will be there too. Then we can skip down to Tribeca—my friend’s having a rager and I promised to stop by. Then we’ll see what happens from there!”

And although Y/N was apprehensive, nervous about the first real party she would be attending, the alcohol running through her system gave her courage, and Wanda’s excitement was so palpable that it rubbed off on her in all the best ways. She was buzzing for the night ahead, eager to see where it would take her, eager to forget about all of her troubles until the morning.

Sam: Past security. Going to find him now.

“They’re past security,” Steve sighed after he read the text message from Sam, leaning back against the wall outside the Metropolitan Correctional Center. He and Bucky were stationed outside the prison as security, while Clint and Sam were dressed as correctional officers in order to infiltrate inside, find Stane, and bring him down.

“Hopefully they take care of this quickly,” Bucky grumbled, pacing in front of Steve. Natasha was parked in front of the building in a white van, ready as their getaway.

“Why’re you so antsy?” Steve asked, watching Bucky fidget with his security belt.

Bucky shrugged, wringing his hands, cracking his knuckles all at once. “I don’t like this, Steve. What if Y/N finds out it was us?”

Steve scowled. “We’re not the ones injecting him with that poison.”

“But we’re orchestrating it,” Bucky said. “We’re not innocent here.” Bucky looked at him with a gaze so full of fear and insecurity, Steve couldn’t help but get lost in it. Bucky’s emotions always tended to rub off on Steve at the worst of times, but it came over Steve like a spell now, the enormity of what they were doing, and how it would affect their girl.

Their girl. He kept thinking about her that way. In his heart, she was their girl, and now that her father would be out of the picture, she really could be.

But he wasn’t acting like it, he realized. Not with how he had treated her earlier that day.

Steve shook his head, sighing, all of the tension releasing from his muscles. “She can’t know,” he answered, a warning and a plead all at once. “She would never forgive us.”

“Do you think she’ll forgive us for everything that’s already happened?”

“For keeping the secret about her father from her? She’ll have to. It wasn’t an option for us to tell her.” Stane would have killed them—he had done it before, after all. The man had never had any qualms about killing to keep his secrets.

“And for everything else?” Bucky asked. When Steve didn’t answer, only looked down at the ground, Bucky continued. “Stevie, we haven’t been good to her. You’ve been a real asshole to her these past few days. She just found out her dad isn’t her real dad, and you locked her in her room.”

Steve sighed, considering the situation. The concerned look on Bucky’s face told him that he truly may have gone overboard. In the stress from Stane’s arrest and planning his assassination, Steve lost control of himself, of his anger. This sort of thing had happened before, but he had never lashed out at Y/N so cruelly. Steve wasn’t above admitting to his mistakes—at least not to Bucky, his oldest and most understanding friend.

“It’s been really stressful,” Steve said finally, taking a deep breath before continuing, “And I let it get the better of me. I was a real jerk about it.”

“Don’t tell me that, tell her.”

“I will, after this.” He couldn’t risk losing her, not when she was one of the only good things in his life.

“Good.”

“We should probably bring her something to eat. She probably hasn’t eaten all day.”

“How about sandwiches and soup from the deli?” Bucky suggested.

“Perfect.” Steve cut the conversation off at that—they were still on a mission, after all, and they needed to focus, just in case anything went awry.

The time passed dully as they alerted the others to guards entering and exiting the building. Sam and Clint had already locked onto Stane’s location in the prison and were on their way to him, and as soon as they injected him with the poison, they would be out of there.

Steve was getting more antsy by the minute, eager to get back to their girl, to have this over and done with, ready to take care of her in the aftermath of Stane’s death. She would need their support then, more than ever.

Finally, a text message came through.

Sam: Done. On our way out. Meet at van.

Less than a minute passed before they were all sitting in the white van, Natasha pulling onto Pearl Street and merging onto the Brooklyn Bridge. Sam and Clint quickly debriefed them.

“Got in and out without anyone seeing us,” Sam said. “Nobody even glanced our way.”

“Stane didn’t even notice us when we got him with the stuff. Stuck him right in the back of the neck,” Clint explained, lighting up a cigarette and rolling down the passenger side window.

Natasha accelerated the van to 15 miles past the speed limit. “The poison will mimic the effects of a heart attack. Nobody will know what hit him.”

“Good,” Steve muttered, lighting his own cigarette. “Because if any of us get caught, we’re all paying the price.”

“Jesus, Nat, slow down, will ya?” Bucky grumbled, “You tryin’ to draw attention to us? We’re right by the police department.”

“I’m eager to get back to the lounge,” she said flatly, “Some of us have obligations.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve snapped, on edge at her tone of voice, at the way she glared at him through the rearview mirror.

She shrugged, turned her gaze back to the road. “Just saying, you don’t seem to be too concerned about how a certain daughter of the mob is handling her parents abandoning her.”

Steve breathed out slowly through his nose, trying to control his temper. He wasn’t sure what Natasha was getting at or why she cared now. Plus, he had already realized he had fucked up, and he didn’t need her rubbing it in.

However, Bucky cut in before Steve could send any harsh words her way. “Cut the shit, Nat,” he said sharply, and when Steve glanced over at him, he saw an unusual expression of annoyance on Bucky’s face. Steve had never seen Bucky get cross with Natasha before. “What did you expect us to do? Disobey Stark’s orders to stay with her? She’s at the house, she’s perfectly fine there until we get back.”

Natasha didn’t respond, only accelerated faster. Steve spoke up, trying to keep his tone even. “We’re plenty concerned about her. Now we actually have the time to make sure she’s doing alright.”

The ride back to the Widow’s Web was tense and silent. Steve sent a text to Y/N that they would see her soon, hoping to butter her up a little and earn her forgiveness.

Steve: Sweetheart, we’re gonna pick up some dinner and head back to see you. You want your usual from the deli on Atlantic?

By the time they had gotten all the way to Bushwick, Steve had sent three more texts and still hadn’t gotten a reply, and he was starting to get worried that she was so angry to the point of ignoring him.

“Call her, would ya?” he directed to Bucky as they neared the Widow’s Web. “She’s not answering my texts.”

Bucky obliged, but his call went directly to voicemail. “Her phone must be dead,” he said, frowning. Natasha pulled up to the curb next to the lounge and stopped the car.

As they filed out of the car, Natasha cut into the conversation. “You can’t reach her?” When they confirmed this, she said, “Who do you have babysitting her?”

“Lang,” Steve answered, “I’ll text him about it.”

After sending Lang a text that instructed him to check on Y/N and ask her what she wanted for dinner, Steve followed Bucky to the back room of the lounge, where they all changed out of the uniforms that Sam had provided for them.

“Thanks for everything tonight, guys,” Steve said, shaking Sam’s and Clint’s hands. “I appreciate your help in this.”

“No problem, man,” Sam nodded, gathering up the uniforms. “If you need anything else, let me know. Hopefully the girl doesn’t give you too much trouble with all this,” he said with a wink. Somehow, Sam always seemed to see right through Steve.

Clint nodded. “I’m going back home after this, but Tony’ll give me a call if you guys need me.”

As they departed, Steve’s phone chimed. When he checked the message from Lang, his face fell. “Bucky,” he said sharply, “She’s not in her room—and her window’s open.”

“What?” Bucky asked, alarmed. “Where is she?”

“I have no fucking idea, but she’s not at the house.”

Bucky looked at Natasha, who had been lingering in the background. “Nat, did you ever send Wanda to go see her?”

“I told you not to,” Steve snapped, eyes flashing between Natasha and Bucky. A tense moment was shared between them, the vein in Steve’s temple jumping, Natasha’s fingers twitching almost imperceptibly, the only tell that she wasn’t as calm and collected as her expression would make it seem.

Her tone was cool as she spoke. “Yes, I did. I haven’t heard from her all night, though.”

Steve and Bucky exchanged a look, then focused their attention on Natasha. “Call Wanda,” Bucky commanded, “Find out where she is and if Y/N is with her.”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Natasha drawled, but obeyed and stared at them with narrowed eyes and a scowl while the phone rang.

They could hear Wanda pick up the phone, her voice ringing through the speakers, music and voices loud in the background. “Hi, Nat!”

“Wanda,” Natasha said evenly. “Is Y/N with you?”

Wanda replied, “Yeah, we’re at a party right now! Why?”

Natasha sighed. “Where are you?”

“What? I can’t hear you, it’s so loud here!”

“Where are you?” Natasha repeated, louder.

“Manhattan!”

“Yeah, Manhattan’s a big place. Where specifically?”

“I can’t hear you! I’m gonna text you!” And with that, Wanda hung up the phone.

Steve glared at Natasha. His patience was wearing thinner and thinner with each passing second that he didn’t know his girl’s location. The city was dangerous, she could be anywhere, getting up to anything—how was he supposed to protect her if he didn’t even know where she was? “I told you not to send Wanda over. She’s nothing but trouble.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, tapping out a text to Wanda. Seconds later, a reply came through. “They’re at a house party in Tribeca. I’ll drive you guys there.”

“Don’t bother,” Bucky said, “Just send me the address. We’ll go to pick her up ourselves.”

Natasha frowned as they turned to leave. “Steve, James… I was just trying to help.”

Steve looked back at her with a cutting stare. “Next time, don’t.”

The lights flashed red and pink and purple in time with the bass of the electronic music blasting through the speakers, and Y/N had never felt more happy or dizzy or ecstatic in her life. She and Wanda had been at a more relaxed party in Chelsea first, and after spending a few hours there playing drinking games with Peter’s friends, they took an Uber to Tribeca.

Now they were three Jell-O shots in, and she felt like she could burst out of her skin. She told Wanda as much, and Wanda just laughed. “I knew you’d love this! I just wish I had dragged you out to parties sooner!” The song changed to something full of synthetic chords and a heavy drum beat that vibrated the floor and walls around them. “I love this song! Let’s dance!”

She had no time to protest before Wanda was dragging her onto the dancefloor and grinding up against her. Y/N got lost in the feeling of her body moving, the way the bass thrummed up through her skin, made her heart pulse in time to the tempo. She didn’t even realize when someone pressed up behind her and started grinding on her. Not that she minded—she was too drunk to mind anything, too wrapped up in the sensations inside of her to even pay attention to her surroundings.

So that’s why she didn’t realize Steve or Bucky were there at the party, storming towards her, until a large hand gripped her around the upper arm and yanked her away from the dancefloor.

Her eyes flew open as her center of balance distorted, and Steve’s bruising grip on her arms kept her from falling, just like his cold blue eyes glowering into hers pinned her in place, his face flashing crimson and violet with the lights. She froze, her wildly beating heart the only part of her moving as she waited for her predator to strike.

He shook his head slowly, a sinister smile spreading over his face, the calm in his expression only a façade for the fury raging beneath. “You’re in so much fucking trouble, sweetheart.”

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Clark Kent, of Krypton - 2/4: Shadow

FANDOM: DC’s cinematic universe. RATING: Mature. WORDCOUNT: 20 640 (Fic total: ~98k words) PAIRING(S): Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne (main focus is on Clark, though). CHARACTER(S): Kal-El | Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Jor-El, Lara Lor-Van, Kara Zor-El, Zor-El, Martha Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, Arthur Curry, Victor Stone, John Stewart, J’onn J’onzz, plus a quick cameo by Lois Lane. GENRE: Alternate Universe (canon divergence), transition fic with romance. TRIGGER WARNING(S): A great deal of anxiety and self loathing, especially in parts one and two. Some descriptions are heavily inspired by my experience of dysphoria-induced dissociation. SUMMARY: Batman crashes on Krypton a few days before the Turn of the Year celebrations and Kal-El's life takes a sharp turn to the left, on a path that will ultimately lead him to becoming Clark Kent.

OTHER CHAPTERS: [I. Kal-El] [III. Superman] [IV. Clark Kent] ALSO AVAILABLE: [On AO3] [On Dreamwidth]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thank you, still, to @stuvyx for the wonderful illustrations and to @susiecarter for the beta :D

“Can you see him?”

Shadow leans a little harder on his hands, peering over the curve of the Citadel dome to survey one of several guest quarters’ balconies. In the sky, Krypton’s moons shine crimson over the lands, their light like blood spread over the planes of the jagged mountains and the pale stone of the Citadel, the balconies below painted in a burgundy darker than even Shadow’s suit.

“Not yet,” he tells Support, his own voice too loud in the confines of his helmet. “Maybe he’s just not in the mood to come out tonight.”

“You would know better than me,” Kara replies, slipping out of her more professional tones. “I am not his friend.”

The truth is, neither is Shadow. He may have brought Batman out of his destroyed spacecraft and into the Els’ residence, but they have not talked to one another—nor, indeed had any contact at all—since that fateful winter day. It is easy for Shadow to remember it: the bitter cold biting at the tips of his fingers after the suit had to divert power away from temperature regulation for a while. The ache in his limbs even as he set dreams of his bed aside and decided to push himself through another rescue. The burning heat of flames licking at his face once he pulled Batman out of his destroyed spacecraft and willed his helmet off to examine the man’s wounds. Batman, on the other hand, was unconscious for the whole process, and kept under for over a day after his rescue. What little connection exists between him and Shadow is one-sided, at best.

Not that Shadow has not been paying attention to the shipwrecked man. He has kept a close ear to the gossip spread about him, just in case curiosity should have turned into resentment. In the end, though, the ever-faster advance of the Melokariel Proposition has kept most of El—and Shadow—far too busy to worry about a lone alien who does not even have the decency to look different from regular Kryptonians. This, of course, proved to be an oversight once Batman, smarter than most Kryptonians and in a far better position to notice the abnormalities in the Principality’s political proceedings, started noticing something was amiss and taking an interest in the situation.

As it is, though, there is nothing Shadow can do about it but be wary of Batman’s involvement. It is rumored that Pol Vea-Ry, the Wise Queen of Warriors, will call for another vote on the matter soon; and, like Kara, Shadow is inclined to agree with those who speculate that Tsiahm-Lo will vote with her...and with two Council members out of five in favor, it is likely that those in El who would rather not see the project come to fruition will continue on the same road they were already taking, only at a harder pace than before. There will be many families reaching for the colonies in the months to come, and more militia—Ellon or otherwise—doing everything they can to prevent that. There is blood on the walls of the Citadel. Some of it, Shadow helped put there. More often than not, though, he failed to save those who spilled it, and in the urgency of the situation, Batman, like many of the pettier offenders Shadow used to worry about in the beginning, had to fall low on the list of priorities.

Until, that is, it was discovered that the alien has had dealings with the Green Lanterns.

“There he comes,” Shadow says.

Not a moment too soon, either. The suit is strong enough to help with most physical tasks Shadow has to perform, but sticking to the wall like an overgrown spider requires a lot of muscle control, and the effort never fails to leave Shadow stiff and uncomfortable.

“Is he alone?”

Shadow waits until Batman crosses the balcony and braces his arms against the railing, gazing over the outer city and the mountains beyond, before he answers in the affirmative.

“Good,” Kara says. Then, in a grumble: “I wish the repairs on my handscreen weren't taking so long. I hate being unable to see what is going on on your end.”

“I’d offer to describe everything,” Shadow retorts as he braces himself for a jump, “but I’m afraid that would make me sound a tad more insane than I’d like to appear.”

He smirks when Kara snorts. Then he pushes against the Citadel wall and, in a small shower of everlasting concrete, drops a dozen feet downwards. He can almost hear Kara’s eyes roll when he puts the elasticity of his suit to good use and sticks the landing with very little impact to his joints. Vain, he realizes, but still much faster than crawling downward—and much more dignified too.

“I was wondering if you’d show yourself,” Batman says, quiet and unsurprised, as Shadow rises to his feet.

And here Kara thought Shadow enjoyed dramatics.

He takes a step closer to Batman, careful to remain in the part of the balcony that can’t be seen from the inside, and does not put much effort in disguising his amusement when he speaks.

“You could have said something,” he replies, adopting the grammatical forms of a middle-class man addressing an equal.

He rolls his eyes when Batman chooses stony silence over even a simple shrug. Part of Shadow wants to wait the man out, but he decides to be the bigger masked creature and ask:

“Do you know who I am?”

“I’ve heard of you.”

Batman falls into silence again. Under his helmet, Shadow's mouth opens in disbelief. Theatrics can be useful, he will admit to that much, especially where civilians are concerned. That Batman would use the same tactics on him, though? It rankles more than Shadow would have anticipated, and his shoulders stiffen in response. He manages to suppress a scoff at the last second, and then goes to stand at the railing, careful to stay out of view from the room, just in case.

Kal-El, of course, would shrink from such a chilly welcome and sink into himself. Shadow knows he cannot afford to let himself be defeated so easily, though, and so he ignores both Batman’s reservation and Kara’s comment—“How in Rao’s name did you of all people manage to draw this man into a conversation?”—before he reaches into his pocket and produces the Green Lanterns’ bracelet.

“I think this is yours,” he tells Batman.

He does not change his tone—casual, but polite. A simple conversation between strangers of equal ranking, though technically it is something of a demotion for Batman; but the other man still gives him a sharp look before he takes his bracelet back. His expression, mostly unchanged, seems grimmer than usual but not outright hostile, and Shadow waits the silence out, solid as a stone and patient as the sun. Shadow is not a petty creature—cannot afford to be—but he cannot be the only one to make a move here.

“The Els say you brought me here.”

This is not the reaction Shadow was hoping for, but it is not rejection, either, and so he shrugs as he says, “I thought this would be where you’d have the best chance of survival...if any. Would you rather I’d left you where I found you?”

“How did you know they would take me in?”

“Gods, he is starting to remind me of Queen Ra-Ul,” Kara sighs in Shadow’s ears.

It is not a compliment.

“The Prince and his wife are well known for their devotion to Rao,” Shadow says, ignoring Kara's comment. “Assuming they would help you didn’t seem like that big a leap of faith.”

It is difficult to say whether Batman means for his scoff to go unnoticed or not, but Shadow hears it either way. He knows better than to react to it, though, and says instead:

“I would have had more reservations, if I’d known you were working with one of Krypton’s oldest and most prominent enemies.”

The only entities Krypton—especially its upper classes—resents more than the Green Lanterns are Feyar, Paom, and Koahu: three planets who formed an alliance to fight their way free of Kryptonian dominion long before the Lanterns were ever a dream. Still, fourth on the list of mortal enemies of your host planet is nothing to scoff at, and Shadow knows for a fact that Batman is smart enough to realize that.

“I knew some people would be unhappy about the connection,” Batman says. “I did not expect you to be one of them.”

“Do you always evade questions, or are you just giving me special treatment?”

“I like to keep my options open.”

On the other end of the line, Kara groans. Shadow does not react in any way that will be obvious to Batman, but he is rather inclined to agree. He rolls his eyes again, but does not quite manage to prevent his shoulders from tightening a fraction. He had been expecting some evasion on Batman’s part. He would have attempted the same if their positions were reversed. But what Batman is doing now is starting to verge on sabotage, and neither Shadow nor Kara—nor, he suspects, Batman himself—have time to waste on this particular dance.

“I’m not here to antagonize you,” he tells Batman, pausing to give him the time to absorb the new word. “You’re right, I work with the Lanterns too. Or I work with people who work with them, to be precise. I do still need to know what you’re doing here.”

“I’m not a spy,” Batman says.

“’That’s what a spy’d say’,” Kara says in an exaggerated version of Shadow’s more casual grammar, her voice dropping a half-octave at least.

Under the helmet, Shadow rolls his eyes.

“That, I can believe,” he says, ignoring the slap of what he assumes is Kara’s hand hitting her forehead. “You have still been asking too many questions about the Melokariel Proposition, and you've been seen in places you shouldn’t have been visiting.”

Batman has also been seen leaving his rooms at night, via this very balcony. Sending Kryo to spy on him was not an easy decision to make, and a sliver of Kal’s shame pricks at Shadow’s conscience, but he pushes it aside. The literary association between him and The Shadow may not have been his choice, but he does take the role seriously, and one whose mission it is to protect an entire realm cannot afford to let even friendship stop them.

“Maybe you don’t care about the consequences that could have for the House of El—”

“No one would suspect them of colluding with me,” Batman cuts in with a slight snap to his voice. “Everyone at court knows the only one of them who will spend any time with me is a timid simpleton. They will assume he couldn’t have guessed anything, and they will be right.”

Batman has gone back to higher-class inflections for this last sentence, the sudden distance he puts between himself and Shadow a stark reminder of Kal’s experiences at court, and it takes more effort than it usually would to ignore the wound and remain Shadow.

“Be that as it may,” Shadow says, relieved to hear no tightness in his voice, “I need—”

“Kal!” Kara all but shouts at him, “say something, for Vohc’s sake! You are not a simpleton!”

“The Els have been helpful, in their way,” Shadow tells Batman without acknowledging his cousin, “and considering their potential replacements, it’s in the Principality’s best interest that they stay in power, at least for the moment.”

“If you say so,” Batman says.

His face has not changed, but Shadow has heard Batman’s voice enough to recognize the smirk in his tone. It gives the impression of something more behind the word, some sort of double meaning, almost suggestive. Shadow’s face heats up beneath his helmet, and he finds himself abruptly glad that Batman cannot see him. Not that it does him any good, as his blush is perfectly audible when he answers:

“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not what’s happening here.”

“If you say so,” Batman repeats, mild and unconcerned.

“That,” Kara sighs into her communicator, “was pathetic.”

Shadow is not the type of creature whose shoulders hunch at the slightest provocation, but that does not mean he disagrees with his cousin’s words. It is hardly a surprise that he lost the upper hand several questions ago. He knew, after all, that this was Batman’s aim, and allowed the conversation to progress anyway because he felt cooperation would be a better way to proceed...and also, in large part, because he thought Batman would reciprocate. He did not, though, and now Shadow realizes he will need to pry if he wants to leave this conversation with any clear information.

The problem being, of course, that he has no idea how to do that.

Shadow was never meant to interrogate anyone, especially not someone who evidently knows his way around inconvenient questions. Militia men, for the most part, expect brute force, because this is what they were trained against, which makes it easy to trick them with more subtle tactics. And in any case, half of the time either Kara or Kal can glean more precise information through their superiors, anyway. Interrogating Batman, though, let alone in a meaningful way? Shadow never learned how to do that. At first, it was naivety. Shadow once thought the Militia members who hurt citizens during arrests, or were unnecessarily violent with them, were rogue elements, and that bringing them to justice with sufficiently obvious proof would be enough to shatter what he believed was inertia on their superiors’ parts. This happened often in the beginning, hope holding out against all else, even proof at times. But as time went on, it became apparent El’s police forces—and, later, the Council’s Militia—did not focus on criminals with nearly as much zeal as they did on reminding the whole of El that the Wise Council loved them, protected them, and deserved nothing less than their utter respect and total obedience. Eventually, Shadow saw enough of these visits—often reasonably scheduled, but just as often happening late at night, or other times when citizens would not have expected to be visited.

One day, one such house call ended with the police dragging an entire family away from their home in the middle of the night, pushing them all into an aircraft, and spiriting them away over the mountains. Shadow stood and watched as it happened, a weight like stones in his guts telling him he ought to intervene. The younger, more hopeful part of him—the one that still believed the way the members of the court rejected the lower classes’ grammatical forms of Ellon so completely as to make them almost into a foreign language had to be a bug rather than a feature—told him to wait. Wait, make sure. Trust that things would turn out all right. But then a week passed. The family did not come back. One week became two, became three, and if would have taken many more to convince Shadow if Queen Oa Ni-Col—Kara’s mother, whose independence of thought and outspoken nature had always been noted at court—had not made the unexpected decision to overcome a debilitating fear of heights in order to fling herself off her bedroom balcony into the mountains, hundreds of feet below.

“Batman,” Shadow tries again, “I realize you don’t care about the Els. That’s your right. But your actions will have an impact on more than just them if you’re not careful, and I won’t be able to mitigate the consequences of you being caught if I don’t know what you’re doing.”

Shadow’s voice is pitched lower than Kal’s. It rings clearer, too. This time it rises on the last few words though, pleading bleeding in at the edges, and for a moment Shadow almost fears he is about to be unmasked. What happens instead is a long silence before Batman eventually nods. Shadow has practice hiding his relief by now, and so his body language does not change. But the rush is still there, and it takes him a moment to realize Batman is staring at his helmet with almost frightening intensity.

He has rarely been this glad for the two-way mirror effect of his visor.

“I am not here to hurt anyone,” Batman says, sounding as if it is costing him some effort to reveal even that much. “But there is something strange about the Melokariel Proposition.” He pauses and then, even more reluctantly than before, finishes: “Whatever it is about.”

“He’s been investigating all this time and he does not know what it would do?” Kara exclaims on her end of the line. “What a—Kal, you have to keep him off the field!”

Shadow tends to agree, but to tell her so would be to reveal her to Batman, and he would rather avoid that as long as possible. The fewer people who know Shadow does not work alone, the safer Kara will stay.

“There is,” Shadow tells Batman, “and I’ll explain as soon as I can. I don’t have the time for it tonight—there are other things I need to do—but I’ll explain. All I ask in exchange is that you stay inside tonight, and wait for my instructions.”

“Does he look like he intends to cooperate?”

Batman’s shoulders have tightened. His neck stiffens and, by his side, the fingers of his right hand clench together. Shadow can’t tell Kara as much, but he suspects she has a fairly good idea as to the answer anyway. It is not, after all, that surprising. Batman has been too invested in this research, is too strong-willed to give up when someone asks him to. And if these were not indications enough, there is the matter of his obvious disdain for and disappointment with Kal-El’s lack of interest in politics. None of that speaks of Batman being able to let go of the topic.

Besides, Shadow thinks in a surprisingly detached, distant way, if even Batman does not think twice about Kal-El’s lack of knowledge after spending such an extended amount of time with him, no one else will. It is reassuring information to have, even if it will do nothing but fan the flames of Kal’s shame.

None of that, of course, makes the matter of Batman’s involvement with Krypton’s political issues any less of a problem...or a mystery.

“I mean it,” Shadow insists, hoping despite an increasingly loud sense of resignation that Batman will decide to surprise everyone and actually cooperate. “You don’t know enough about Krypton or the Proposition for this to end with anything other than you dead in a ditch.”

That is, after all, where Shadow would have ended up more than once, if not for the suit and Kara’s support. Batman, however, does not seem all that disposed to see it, and Shadow restrains himself from sighing. He steps onto the balcony railing instead, orders the suit to shift into its gliding form and, as soon as the batons on his back have melted into wings, jumps down and to the right, as if aiming for the more populous areas of the outer city.

“It is a good thing we never made you into a politician,” Kara says. “That went terribly.”

“I noticed, thank you,” Shadow says, the part of him that still belongs to Kal even while in the suit shriveling with humiliation.

“You are welcome. There is no improvement without feedback.”

Kal does not reply to that, too focused on his second-least-favorite part of gliding in the suit: the landing. The maneuver is tricky enough when he aims for a horizontal surface and has enough room to use a proper parachute—to land on the Citadel’s outer wall, with its near verticality and smooth surface is another exercise altogether, and he is never as grateful for the suit’s gripping claws as when he has to perform this specific operation.

“Almost no roll this time,” Kara teases, more good-natured than dismayed now. “You are getting good with this thing.”

“And here I thought not dying in it on the first try was already a sign of competence,” Shadow retorts.

Kara snorts at the quip and, Shadow is pretty sure, mutters something about him needing to be like this more often. He ignores it, used to that sort of remark by now, and makes his way back toward Batman’s balcony.

“You are panicking again.”

“I’m not.”

“Kal, this suit monitors your heartbeat.”

“I know,” Shadow retorts, “and I know I’m scared, but this is still not me panicking.”

Shadow, unlike Kal, does not panic. It would be a lie to say he is unaffected, of course, especially when the smallest slip could easily mean a death as gruesome as his aunt’s—and as Shadow, he has a better understanding of what that would be like than most. Nevertheless, he is not only still moving, but also in full possession of his wits. This is nothing close to panic.

“All right, then,” Kara concedes. “Are you nearly there? Distances are harder to judge on two dimensional displays.”

“I am,” Shadow says.

Down below, to Shadow’s complete lack of surprise, Batman is still standing on his balcony...or, more precisely, on the balcony’s railing. The moons shine overhead, irregular shadows casting Batman in dramatic shades of crimson and black as his cape flares out in the wind, jagged ends like daggers slicing the air. Kal watches the man’s ramrod-straight posture, the set of his shoulders, the angle of his neck as he surveys the western half of the outer city, and sighs.

“Is something the matter?” Kara asks.

“Nothing,” Shadow says.

Part of him wants to tell her she is not allowed to call him overdramatic again, but the thought feels bizarrely like a betrayal, and so he keeps it to himself. Besides, to speak his mind here would do nothing but spark a discussion they have already had a thousand times between them. No, it is not his fault Zod’s engineers conceived the suit as a body-tight armor. No, it is not his fault crimson is the best camouflage in El’s particularly clear nights, and no, it is not his fault the shape of his helmet—the only one he has found that allows for a clear panel of display beads while still protecting him—makes Shadow look like a vengeful bug. He knows it, and he knows Kara knows it. It prevents neither Kara teasing him about it every chance she gets, nor Kal feeling irrationally insecure about it. Deciding that silence is the better part of honor, Shadow keeps his mouth shut and focuses on not losing his grip on the wall instead.

“Does it look like he is about to leave?” Kara asks after a short pause. “Did he bring some sort of rope?”

“Nothing I can see, but he does seem to be bracing for a jump.”

“You can’t be serious,” Kara exclaims, her breathing disrupting the connection for one uncomfortable moment. “There is at least six thousand feet between that balcony and the city! He can’t possibly make that jump!”

“I’ve made it before,” Shadow points out, and is not surprised when Kara hisses:

“Against my advice! And you are wearing the best armor Krypton has to offer—what does Batman even have? A fancy cape.”

“I don’t know how he plans to survive the drop either. I mean, the nearest rooftops are only about two thousand feet away but—”

“That does not make the situation any better!”

Kara is making a fair point, here, but before Shadow can concede it, Batman takes a deep breath and, with one powerful push of his thighs, throws himself off the balcony. Shadow, heart rising in his throat, forces air back into his lungs even as he jumps off the wall, letting the suit rearrange the material of his wing to absorb the worst of the impact. He rolls to his feet in the same movement and runs up to the railing just in time to see Batman, cape extended into a makeshift glider that slows his descent, shoot some kind of line at a decorative beam below and a few feet in front of him.

A moment later, the line tenses. Batman’s entire silhouette—clearly meant to evoke a particular image—glides into a curved trajectory like a bird turning in the sky. From Shadow's vantage point, there is no sign Batman even considered the possibility of failure. He must have, just as he must have carefully considered the precise trajectory needed for this specific jump. Yet not an ounce of fear, or even hesitation, shows through in him, as if the men of Batman’s planet were always meant to move this way. Batman’s line shortens as he goes, bringing him into a curve short enough that it is easy—or looks easy—for him to let go of his handle on his line, flip in the air and, catching the beam with his gloved hand, right himself upon it as if on any regular floor.

The technique in itself is actually similar to Shadow’s own mode of travel in the city, though with very different tools. The elegance of it, however, the complete confidence Batman has in his own body and proprioception—Shadow, mouth and throat abruptly dry, swallows hard.

“He took the jump,” Kara says with a sigh, “didn’t he?”

“He did,” Shadow says, not surprised in the least by the way awe tinges his tone. “He looks fine.”

Better than fine, even, but Shadow doesn’t quite know how to describe the feeling that seized his heart and squeezed at his chest at the sight, has no idea what contracted his stomach in such a way. He takes a silent, fortifying breath rather than attempt the exercise and announces:

“I’ll follow him tonight. Let the Dark Sun know I won’t be able to make the run.”

“That’ll push the next ship back three days, at least,” Kara says, the frown easy to hear in her voice.

“I know, and I’m not happy about it either, but we need to know what his intentions are. I don’t think we’ll get a much better opportunity than this.”

“Fine,” Kara replies with an explosive sigh. “I will let them know. Switching to one way audio, now.”

Shadow thanks her for the courtesy even as his audio input clicks off. It is a silly superstition—or an impractical hangup, depending on the nature of his mood at the moment of description—of his that he cannot take complicated jumps while he can hear Kara talk, or breathe, or indeed make any noise at all. It is not her fault and, though Shadow knows the habit displeases her, it is not a true choice on his part, either.

Eight years he has been Shadow now, six with this suit, and even before that—when he had to climb down the entire service elevator shaft and then climb back up the roofs of the outer city—the slightest diversion of his attention would halt his first jump. There comes a point during the night, when he is focused enough—when he is Shadow enough—that silence is not such an absolute prerequisite. A point where he loses himself in his suit and his self-imposed mission, so deeply that he can ignore the distraction. But never for the first jump. Not while he steps away from the balcony railing, not when he briefly asks Rao not to let him fall. Not when he takes off at a running start, jumps up to the railing, and, using his momentum to add to the force of his jumps, gives a great push against the balcony railing, throwing himself into empty air and the sickening lurch of freefall.

It is not possible to shut off natural audio feedback from the helmet—not with the way Shadow programmed the suit, in any case—and so despite the slowing mechanism, similar in effect to Batman’s glider cape, the wind screams past his ears as the glittering lights of the outer city hurl themselves at him. There is just enough time for him to wonder if Batman, too, has to fight the gut-clenching fear that this time will be the one he misses and does not come back.

Then the moment to catch himself comes, and Shadow sets all thoughts of Batman aside. The extra material of his suit shoots forward, nanobots so attuned to Shadow’s needs they almost feel like a living thing, and with a similar curve to the one that caught Batman, Shadow lands hard on the decorative beam.

Now, to find Batman. The man is at least as comfortable swinging from roof to roof as Shadow is. It is also quite possible—almost certain, really, judging from what Shadow has seen—that Batman is much more at ease than he is with this exercise...which means the technical difficulty of any given path won’t be any help in determining whether Batman went that way or not.

Shadow allows himself a small sigh, surprised when Kara does not immediately ask what is wrong, and forces himself to think. There are two obvious routes from where Shadow stands: straight forward, going away from the Citadel wall and into the wealthier areas of the outer city; or backward, closer to the more impoverished neighborhoods. Going forward would be easier, for decorative cornices and railings become more numerous as the city goes on, and the lodgings there are easier to climb. At the very least, the risk of having those crumble underfoot is much lower than in the inner circle of the city, especially this far away from the Citadel’s main gates. Batman, however, has been researching the Melokariel Proposition for far too long to forget it now, and since as far as Shadow knows the project is almost exclusively discussed in terms of what it will do for noble families and noble pockets….Shadow starts toward the wall.

“Shad—damn it—Shadow do you hear me?”

Shadow grunts as he pulls himself on a curved roof, scanning his surroundings with one practiced sweep of his gaze. No trace of Batman, and now this.

“That’s the third time we've lost contact this week.”

“I am aware,” Kara sighs. “The vote has yet to be called, but Zor-El has allowed three different soundings already. Your installation is functional enough, but it cannot compete against that.”

Behind her, there is the low, regular buzz of a mechanical fan, and Shadow sighs. He does not have the technical skills to compete with his uncle’s police, let alone the Council’s Militia. He is...not quite incompetent, but he does not have it in him to make technological miracles. What he did have however, especially back when he first prepared himself to become Shadow, was a lot of time and unlimited access to ancient tomes on primitive technologies such as radio waves and binary coding. It took him quite a while and even more trial and error, but he did manage to build himself a central database no one on El would ever think to scan for, its near-prehistoric workings the very source of its secrecy. Later on, when Kara joined him as Support, she positively laughed at the setup, though Shadow could never quite figure out why she did.

In any case, the installation has worked well for them so far. There is no way to secure it against official forces’ technology, of course, but that is almost a non-problem in the sense that Shadow’s entire existence hinges on absolute secrecy and everything turning out as well as possible each and every night. Were he someone else—an independent Lord, perhaps, or a more ordinary citizen—there might be ways to justify the scrapes and bruises that come with his nocturnal life...but how do you explain serious injuries on someone who, like Kal-El, barely ever sets foot outside of his parents’ extremely secure residence, and even then almost exclusively to visit the extremely secure Stateroom of Peace? You do not. If Shadow makes one wrong move, every scrap of what little help he can bring to the citizens of El will be lost.

“I’ll look into alternative solutions,” he tells Kara. “Radio waves, maybe.”

Kara mutters something about sticks and stones, but Shadow ignores her. There, barely a dozen feet away from him, is Batman.

“I found him.”

The man has perched at the crumbling edge of a crumbling house’s domed roof, precariously balanced with a foot against the wall while the other rests on the rusted remains of an escape ladder that must have been abandoned for quite a while now. Batman seems unused to the architectural configuration, positioned in a way that will leave him much sorer than necessary come morning, but he seems steady enough all the same. Which explains why Shadow, seeing no reason to hurry, is only about halfway to Batman when they both hear the scream.

Altering his course, Shadow reaches the source of it a fraction of second before Batman does. A woman on the ground, a soldier’s gloved hand in her hair. Behind, three men: two armored, one screaming but otherwise paralyzed. In the distance, a window closes.

“Please, don’t take her!” shouts the man.

There is a wet crunch. He falls to the ground, clutching his nose. One of the armored men raises his weapon in the direction of the fallen man's head, aims—Batman falls on him from above, like Vohc himself descending from the stars. He is practiced, that much is clear. No hesitation. Not a single wasted move. He would win the fight in seconds if Ellon soldiers didn’t operate in groups of five.

Shadow jumps from his perch a second before the first soldier releases the woman and raises her rifle at Batman’s back. He runs. Jumps, suit extending on either side of him. Throws Batman to the ground when the impact shoves him backward.

“What was that?” Kara asks on her end of the line.

The suit must have fully reconnected, then.

Shadow does not answer her, though. He rolls to his feet—ducks a hit to the head, punches a second armored woman in the gut. Swords come out, and part of the suit turns into a familiar pair of batons. The blades shine and sing—miss Batman by inches in one corner of Shadow’s vision, spark against his suit in another. Shadow parries, ducks, strikes back. Rao, please let him get out of this alive. He is not good enough for this. There is a reason he prefers stealth, and—another duck. Close call, this time. He holds his ground, but only by virtue of having an extremely smart suit and very flexible weapons he has been using for the past eight years. Duck, duck, parry—shout in pain when a quicker sword strike catches him before he can have the suit rearrange itself, and slices his arm underneath. Parry again. One last strike, a solid kick in the shins—four soldiers leave in a profusion of curses, the fifth one unconscious on a comrade’s back.

Shadow allows himself three heaving breaths before he turns back to the people they just rescued. They have fallen to the ground, Batman standing guard while the man clings to his wife and babbles about someone left inside—children, Shadow realizes. He means children. Batman, much quicker on the uptake, is about halfway to the door when Shadow catches his wrist.

“We don’t have time—”

“You’re the better fighter,” Shadow hastens to explain. “If they come back before we can leave, you’ll be more useful here. Besides, the kids will know who I am.”

A small part of Shadow wants to grin when Batman’s impatient snarl turns to surprise, but the man was right. They do not have time for frivolity. Ignoring some pleased surprise of his own—he was halfway expecting Batman to argue against a plan that wasn’t his own—Shadow rushes inside. It is a mess, of course. The house was clearly ransacked for evidence. Broken furniture, papers strewn about with almost methodical madness. Nothing out of the ordinary, here. The soldiers made no mention of children, though, which means they must have hidden somewhere the police did not think to look at first glance. Either somewhere creative and complicated, or...Shadow crouches in front of the cabinet under the sink, and gives a soft greeting to the two little girls he finds there.

They have the same green eyes, the same wide rings under those eyes. The oldest one slaps his wrist when he reaches for them, and Shadow praises her for her bravery. Said bravery becomes a little less practical when he reaches for her and she tries to bite him, but these are harsh times for El, and so Shadow does not reprimand her.

“I’m not an enemy,” he says instead. “I am the Shadow of El. Your parents are waiting outside, and we need to go now, quietly.”

Miraculously, the children stay quiet as Shadow carries them outside. They all but fall over themselves when their father comes within reach, one of the girls almost falling to the ground in her hurry to reach familiar arms.

“Thank you,” the man tells Shadow between kisses to his daughters’ heads, “thank you so much!”

“Please, don’t. You’re not out of trouble yet.”

A few feet to the side, the woman looks between Batman and Shadow with a stony gaze, no trace of tears or fear on her face. She gives Batman a short, stoic nod before she goes to gather her family and tells them to brace themselves.

“The Shadow is right. We are still in danger, here. We need to leave.”

“I can help you with that,” Shadow says. “I know a place where people will help you.”

There is no scheduled convoy tonight but the Dark Sun, Shadow has learned, keeps shelters ready for families in transit, and these people will be safer there than anywhere else in the city. They can stay there and wait for the next departure to the deserted borders with Ul, and from there, to the stars and the safety of the Green Lanterns’ space territory. It is a good plan, but Shadow is not surprised to find both the woman and her companion eyeing Batman with undisguised wariness. Shadow cannot blame them. The citizens of El have learned to be wary of outsiders in recent years and a family suspected of treason—rightfully so, judging from their expressions and the traditional printing material Shadow saw inside—would be even warier.

Shadow cannot make a pleading face through his helmet, but Batman must pick something up from his body language because he nods, walks to the nearest rain pipe, and starts climbing. Shadow sighs.

“At least he is being cooperative,” Kara says, almost making him jump.

She was so quiet throughout the fight, he somehow managed to forget she was there at all. Or perhaps he simply didn’t hear her. Either way, her voice is a comfort, and Shadow feels his shoulders unwind a little as he tells Batman, “I’ll see you where we first met.”

He waits for Batman to turn around and look at him before he jerks his head to the left, away from the Citadel dome. Batman’s answering nod is curt and small, but it is a sufficiently explicit agreement for Shadow to settle further. He listens to the click of Batman’s boots on the rain pipe for a while, giving the family some space to organize themselves. Then, once the man has gone back inside for what looks like a long-ready travel bag, Shadow leads them to one of the Dark Sun’s safe houses.

“Is there any sign that they intend to pursue you?” Kara asks a few hours later when Shadow comes back to the house.

The place is buzzing with activity, but there is no sense of victory in the air, no feeling of a pack on the hunt.

“I don’t think so,” he says. “It doesn’t seem like they found anything on the Dark Sun, either. We got lucky.”

“That you were,” Kara replies hotly. “I don’t know how we missed that raid—”

“I’ll go by our informant’s house before I come back,” Shadow promises.

They are supposed to have this neighborhood covered, after all. This did not feel like a scheduled raid—not enough coordination for the soldiers to be an official team-up—but if there are overzealous rogue elements in the city’s police, their contact will need to know about them. And if, for some unfathomable reason, the authorities decided to send a newly minted team on a scheduled raid—improbable, but still not to be discounted—it is vital for Shadow and the Dark Sun to figure out how that could have passed them by.

“I will contact whoever I can,” Kara says. “In the meantime, you should go and give your friend a good telling-off.”

Shadow, already on his way over the rooftops, does not answer...but he does not miss the frown in Kara’s voice when she speaks again.

“Kal—”

“I’m glad to know the line is uncompromised.”

Not that it would do them much good, should anyone start scanning for audio frequencies, but it is always reassuring to know they are not being listened to.

“Kal,” Kara insists, “you are going to tell him off, aren’t you?”

“I’ll talk to him,” Shadow hedges. Kara’s grunt is more than enough to let him know what she thinks of that. “I know what he did was risky—”

“Risky? If anyone recognizes him—”

“He was trying to save those people!” Shadow protests, feeling his voice rise into a more Kal-esque register despite himself. “You can’t blame him for that!”

“I recognize that he had noble intentions,” Kara says, “but that does not excuse his recklessness. You have got to talk to him, Kal.”

“I’ll talk to him,” Shadow repeats.

Kara does much more grumbling than usual when she signs out.

Once Shadow finds Batman again, he wastes neither time nor words and strides toward the mountains with Batman close on his heels. The alien is physically fit, impressively so by Ellon standards, but Shadow is surprised to hear his breathing grow heavier after the first half hour. Whatever Batman does on his planet must not include much trekking, then. He does not complain, however, and about half an hour later they are both standing at the darkened mouth of a narrow crevice of jagged rocks. To the left, the Citadel glows a pale red in the moonlight, the outer city swallowing its feet in a mass of inky darkness that not even the light of the moons, so bright in the mountains, can penetrate.

Shadows orders the suit to rearrange one of his gloves into a flashlight and, once Batman has caught his breath—a short process, despite his insistence on maintaining proper posture and sacrificing practicality for dignity—he steps inside the crevice. Inside, it gets narrower for a while, the stone above low enough to force him to duck. At one point, he hears Batman’s head hit the stone and smirks. When they reach the first chamber—quite small, compared to what comes after, but still just wide enough for two adults to camp in—Shadow stops.

“Where are we?” Batman asks, sitting down while Shadow detaches the flashlight from his suit and settles it on the ground. “Your base of operations?”

“I wish,” Kara mutters, the connection clicking back to life in Shadow’s ears.

“One day, it might be,” Shadow tells Batman, perhaps more of a smile in his voice than he meant to put there. “For now, it’s just a cave I found when I was a kid.”

It would be a lie to say that he was less timid back then, but his parents had insisted he see the outside world, and later on his martial arts instructors had declared it good for his health to run around the mountains. In between, Kal explored. And scared a few adults in the process, but that is hardly the point.

“It’s not very interesting, geologically speaking, but it does offer some privacy.”

Batman hums, and Kara clicks her tongue.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Right,” Shadow says, and winces internally when Batman cocks his head at him. “I almost forgot,” he covers, “I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank him?”

“Thank me?”

“For stepping in, earlier. You didn’t have to.”

“Kal, this is not what we said—”

“It was reckless,” Batman says before Shadow can debate whether he should ask Kara to let him speak. “But armed men dragging a woman by the hair in the middle of the night is not a good sign, back on Earth.”

“It isn’t a good sign here either,” Shadow sighs, “but this isn’t your planet. No one would have resented you for staying out of this.”

“I would have.”

The words carry a kind of life-defining finality that makes Kara hum and Shadow bow his head. They both know the feeling, after all. It would be hypocritical of them to contradict Batman on that point, even should they want to.

“Well,” Shadow says at last, “thank you anyway. If you hadn’t helped—”

“I am usually more on the punitive side of things,” Batman says.

It is not hurried, not urgent...and yet Shadow cannot help the feeling it is meant as a dismissal somehow. Specifically timed to make sure Shadow could not finish his sentence.

“In that case,” he says rather than force his way through the rest of his intended words, “you did well, for someone outside of their comfort zone.”

Shadow grins under his helmet, unable to help himself. His only responses are the warmth of his own breath on his face and Batman’s expression remaining so immobile as to make Shadow doubt the exchange even happened, but he is glad he said it all the same. Shadow’s belief in telling people when they've done well might be primarily a result of Kal’s needs, but that does not make it any less strong, nor is it dependent on Batman acknowledging the compliment. Not that Shadow would have complained if he had, but to each their own.

“Though to be honest, sometimes I wonder if a punitive figure wouldn’t be more useful around here.”

Shadow...tries to be one, sometimes. Well. He tried. Nothing short of a solid beating seems to deter militia members, though, and that is simply not something Shadow is truly capable of delivering. It is not a matter of training, although he is definitely lacking in that area. No; the truth is, for all that Shadow plays at being strong it is just that: a play. An illusion cast on the people who meet him to help things go the way he wants them to. But in his heart of hearts, Shadow, much like Kal, does not have it in himself to rise to the level of violence the militia is ready to use. He does become violent, sometimes, when no other options remain. He does. He also spends a significant amount of time retching, afterwards, and so he avoids physical confrontation as much as he can.

Batman’s gaze on him pulls Shadow off that particular train of thought. The blank whited-out lenses of the man’s cowl have fixed on his face—or his helmet, rather—as if they can somehow divine his secrets through the power of staring alone. Shadow is not sure what it says about him that he finds himself fearing they might succeed.

The silence stretches between them, darkness shivering with the faint echo of their voices. There is a sense of anticipation in the air. Not quite an antsy silence—although Shadow is definitely getting there—but somehow expectant, all the same. It is as though Batman, immobile as he is, manages to project the sense of waiting for more. Of waiting out someone’s nerve, to discover what they want, and Shadow….

“You are about to cave in, aren’t you?” Kara sighs in his ears.

He ignores her, out of necessity as much as personal preference.

“They want to mine the planet’s core,” he tells Batman. “That’s what the Melokariel Proposition is about. The expectation is that this will revive the entire planetary economy and bring some life back into what’s essentially—”

“A decaying former colonial power incapable of accepting its lack of relevance in the modern universe.”

Well. So much for thinking Batman would be delicate about this.

“It is,” Shadow admits nonetheless. “The Independence War’s been over for more than seven hundred years now, yet most of our nobility still acts like that was yesterday. The Wise Council is even worse. There are even people who hope the Melokariel Proposition will help Krypton reestablish its dominion over the galaxy.”

“Only because they have no more sense than tchkay plant,” Kara mutters.

“It may not sound like it,” Shadow tells Batman, trying not to let his helpless grin bleed into his tone, “but El is actually one of the more moderate Principalities.”

“And yet your king is accepting quite a lot of bribes, in the form of gifts.”

“On behalf of his father,” Shadow says. “Kor-El is the Wise King of Thinkers, and he tends to vote with Tsiahm-Lo because they are old friends. People think winning one of their votes means winning the other...but you can’t gift anything to the Wise Kings and Queens directly. It’s against the Council laws. So people work around it. There’s been an increase in the number of gifts Tsiahm-Lo’s family receives, too.”

It took quite a while, confirming that last information. Kor-El lives primarily in Kandor and is hard to meet, even for his closest relative. As for Tsiahm-Lo, he lives on the other side of the planet. Kara has contacts in many places, however, and Kal’s clumsiness is often more helpful than one might think, genuine though it is. The proof, when it came, was a hard blow for Shadow and Support both. Batman, however, takes the news quite well. He has, of course, proven his ability to remain stoic in most circumstances several times over, by now, but the demonstration is no less impressive for it, and Shadow holds in a sigh. What he would not give, for that kind of mastery of himself!

He wondered, once, whether Earthlings were simply much less emotional creatures than Kryptonians. Not every sentient species is created equal where sentiment is concerned, after all. Batman was too kind to Kal, though, and for too long, for it to be faked. Mastery it must be, then, and Shadow can only admire it, knowing he will never be able to grasp it for himself.

“That explains Zor’s remarks,” Batman mutters to himself. Then, a little louder: “What about the Green Lanterns? Why do they have that kind of reputation?”

“You said it yourself,” Shadow explains with a shrug. “Krypton is a decaying ex-colonizer that can’t accept times have changed, and the Lanterns were the ones who beat them. That would be bad enough by itself, but now they’re taking Kryptonian refugees under their protection….”

“And Krypton does not pursue?”

The way Batman asks the question makes it feel like he might already know—or strongly suspect—what the answer is, but Shadow answers anyway:

“The Peace Treaty we signed after the war doesn’t allow them to. Once the refugees are within the Lanterns’ space territory, they’re out of reach.”

“If I did not know you so well,” Kara remarks in Shadow’s ears, “I might believe this history lesson will finish with ‘and that is why you must remain uninvolved’. But you are going to let him keep going with his investigation, aren’t you?”

“I would say you are putting too much faith in that treaty,” Batman says, voice overlapping with Kara’s, “but if your government is already too proud to increase commerce with its ex-colonies when the planet is literally dying, assuming they will be too proud to ask for permission to go and catch their own traitors does not seem that far-fetched.”

Shadow nods. The words are not quite those he would have chosen to explain the situation, but they are accurate enough. It would be futile to dispute them.

“Our main difficulty here is to help those who need to flee to join the escape networks. After that, I’m told things become easier.”

“I take it you are not privy to that part of the operation.”

Shadow shakes his head. “It’s safer if we don’t know too much about the things we’re not directly involved in,” he says. “Besides, the Shadow of El is more useful in the city.”

Batman does not ask any questions, but Shadow knows what he said calls for an explanation all the same...and even if it did not, he is not hoping for Batman to remain uninvolved anymore. This means he will need information, and, well. The story of the Dark Sun and its Shadow is nothing the general public does not know. Even Kara does not protest the decision, though she does remind Shadow he only has about three hours left until the sun rises.

“So what I hear,” Batman says once Shadow is done with this retelling, “is that you are alone in ensuring those who need the Dark Sun can find them safely.”

“Yes,” Shadow says, and winces when Kara yelps in protest. “More or less.”

“Thank you,” Kara says. “’Alone’...what am I, chopped silten?”

Batman seems to ponder the answer for a moment, head bowed over Shadow’s makeshift flashlight. At the mouth of their hiding place, the sky is still dark, but it will not remain so for much longer. Shadow breaks the silence:

“To tell you the truth...I could use your help.”

Batman looks up, sharp and fast, and Shadow makes himself keep his shoulders straight. If nothing else, he will at least be able to tell Kara, truthfully, that he offered a partnership rather than begging for help.

“It seems pretty clear you won’t let go of your investigation, but you know nothing about Krypton—”

“Almost nothing,” Batman corrects. “Kal-El is a fool, but he is not entirely incompetent.”

“You really are not going to defend yourself at all, are you?” Kara sighs, but Shadow only swallows.

It is, he tells himself again, a good thing that Batman thinks so little of Kal. Less risk of discovery, this way. With that in mind, Shadow nods, conceding.

“My point is, you could work on your own, but that would take more time than you’d like. And besides, it would be a waste of energy when we could just as well pool our resources.”

“It sounds to me like I would be the one with the most to gain from that,” Batman says. “More information, more material, a better knowledge of the local culture...what do you get from it?”

“You’re a better fighter than me,” Shadow says, matter-of-fact. “And clearly you’re a skilled detective, or you wouldn’t have progressed as far as you have with a limited Ellon vocabulary. Clearly, there’s a lot you could teach me...and when this is done, the Dark Sun will help you leave.”

Batman and Kara hum at the same time, although not for the same reasons at all.

“I need time to think this over,” Batman says at last, and Shadow nods.

“Fine. But not tonight—dawn’s coming, and there’s something else I have to do before then. Let’s meet here tomorrow night. Two hours after sundown.”

“Very well.”

Together, they walk back to the entrance of the cave, where the crimson glow of the moons is paling, slowly bleeding out of the sky to give way to the orange copper of daylight. Shadow pauses to admire the sight of the mountains to the east, and when he turns back, Batman is gone.

With a grin at the alien’s flair for the dramatic, Shadow shakes his head and strides back toward the city. He does, after all, have a militia lieutenant to call on.

The next night, Shadow arrives at the crevice in the mountain only to find Batman already there, standing at the entrance with his head raised to the sky, the dim light of the moons turning his mouth and chin almost copper. He does not flinch, or indeed react in any way when Shadow steps up beside him, except to say:

“There is conflict between two of your neighboring planets. Leaark and Axor. They wanted an impartial judge, so they asked for our help. I was on my way back when I crashed on Krypton.”

“’Our’ help?” Shadow asks, puzzled. “Is your planet known for its good judgment?”

Kal knows that it is not. Shadow, however, has heard nothing of this place, and must therefore show interest in Batman’s past if he wishes to make use of that knowledge.

“No. Earth does not have political representatives in space. We do have….” Batman’s voice trails off for a moment, as if he were hesitating. The thought is incongruous, knowing what Shadow knows about him, but hesitation it must be, because Batman sounds rather reluctant when he says: “We have a group of superheroes whose reputation reaches beyond the borders of Earth. They are called the Justice League.”

Shadow blinks.

“Isn’t that a good thing? To have so many heroes dedicated to the protection of your people and the defense of justice among them?”

“There are only seven of us, actually. And the name sounds—ridiculous.”

‘Ridiculous’ is, most likely, not what Batman would have said in his mother tongue. Something worse, perhaps? Either way, the sentence leaves him frustrated, the slant of his shoulders familiar from many a language lesson. Shadow smiles at the sight, but takes care to push it out of his voice before he says, “A lot of people here would find it ridiculous, too. I think it sounds quite noble. I’d be glad if Krypton could have something like that.”

Batman looks at him again, lips pinched tightly together, but Shadow does not move. Shadow and Kal-El are very different—for all that they share a body and a mind—but their values are the same, and neither one would be ashamed to admit as much. Batman may find the concept, in its nakedness, to be ridiculous, but Shadow would argue perhaps the problem lies in him rather than in his League’s name itself.

“Mm,” Batman says, rather than answer Shadow’s question. As deflections go, it is far from his best; strangely, Shadow appreciates it all the more for that. “I have given some thought to your offer.”

Now Shadow’s heart picks up, anticipation tingling in the creases of his palms as he waits out Batman’s dramatic pause with bated breath. Eventually, just as Shadow is considering breaking the silence himself, Batman says:

“I find it acceptable. I will help you train and deal with the Melokariel Proposition. And when I ask you to, you will help me leave Krypton, whether this business is finished or not.”

“Of course,” Shadow says.

Kara, he suspects, will strongly disapprove. What good is it, to involve a man who might choose to leave next week? But Batman could have demanded to be let off Krypton right away, and he has not. He would have had every right to it, after more than three months so far from his home. Yet, despite that, he chose to stay on and help. It would be more than unfair for Shadow to ask more of him than that, and so what he does instead is bow his head and say:

“Thank you. I’m looking forward to our cooperation.”

“You might yet live to regret it,” Batman says. “Do you have somewhere we can use to train you?”

“Yes, actually,” Shadow says with a grin. “It’s the reason why I wanted us to meet here. Come with me.”

They make their way back inside the crevice and then further into the mountain, until they reach the first truly significant cave. Their footsteps echo there, every noise magnified until even the small drizzle of water at the back sounds like a river. The space is quite wide, almost large enough to contain Kal-El’s bedroom—far more than they will need to setup sparring mats and physical training equipment. The ceiling is not very high, but it is comfortable enough, and when Shadow’s flashlight touches it the crystals embedded there come alive with cold white flashes.

“This seems acceptable,” Batman says. “From what little I can see.”

“I thought you’d say that,” Shadow replies with a smile. “Just a moment, please.”

It was, perhaps, a tad overdramatic of him to hide the fire figs under a blanket. The effect when he uncovers their glass cases is so magnificent, though, that he feels no guilt about it. He brought only four bushes, but their light is enough to reflect and refract in the overhead crystals and fill the cave with multicolored beams of light, along with a softer and more natural orange glow. White lights will have to be brought in later on, as supplements, but for now this light is enough, and Shadow smiles when he realizes even Batman’s jaw has gone a little slack.

“What do you think?” he asks.

Batman swallows.

“It is...adequate,” he says.

Shadow chuckles.

“Well. Let’s get started, then.”

“If you feel ready.”

All jokes about Batman’s flair for the dramatic aside, he does display a level of intensity even Shadow was wholly unprepared for. For the three hours following his and Batman’s agreement, Shadow does nothing but jump, run, crouch, and crawl all over the floor. Sweat pours out of every pore he has, chafes at his skin under the suit, and by the time Batman is done with him, his limbs feel ready to drop him to the ground at any moment. When he requests a break, he barely even waits for Batman’s permission before he kneels next to the thin stream at the back of the cave and lets the bottom half of his helmet melt away into the rest of the suit, drinking his fill and then some without, somehow, managing to feel like his thirst is quenched.

“I thought you were ready,” Batman says when Shadow is done drinking and back to panting.

There is no apology in the man’s voice, not even an ounce of regret, but Shadow hears the disappointment loud and clear. His fists clench.

“Clearly,” he says, struggling to keep his voice even, “I miscalculated.”

He shouldn’t have. He has seen enough of Batman, by now, to know better. He should have anticipated the hard work, and more—and to tell the truth, he should have been better prepared regardless. The Shadow of El should not let itself be stopped by something so mundane as lack of endurance, and in the privacy of his own mind, Shadow resolves to do better next time. After all, if Batman can do it, why should Shadow not even attempt it?

“How have you even survived all this time?” Batman asks.

The disappointment is gone from his tone now, his voice back to perfect neutrality. Shadow, who has not been naive enough to imagine a neutral tone meant neutral feeling for a long time, asks himself the same question. The suit is many things, after all, but magic is not one of them, and if this training session has proven anything, it is that Shadow must have been much luckier than he had ever thought...that, and that he was right in deciding never to discard the suit for his patrols.

“I’m usually more of a spy than a vigilante,” he tells Batman, breathing still ragged.

He manages, just barely, to keep the apology out of his voice. It does not do much for the blooming sense of inadequacy at the pit of his stomach, but it does preserve the dignity of the Shadow of El. Besides, he is starting to suspect that to apologize for his shortcomings, at this point, would accomplish nothing but driving Batman to push him even harder. Not that it would not be useful! There is, after all, a reason Shadow suggested this partnership in the first place, and contrary to what Batman seems to think, Shadow is fully convinced he is the one who has the most to gain from this endeavor. Batman has full access to the royal library, after all, and Shadow is starting to suspect he could have found his own way back to Earth, given enough time.

Fighting is simply not something one can properly learn on their own.

“Focusing on information-gathering,” Batman is saying, as Shadow returns to his feet, nanobots reshaping into his helmet just in time to hide the last of his chin as he turns back around, “does not mean you can afford to be useless in a fight. Your suit may do a number of amazing things, but it is still nothing but a suit, and you cannot afford to rely on it. You must be able to defend yourself, even if you are caught without it.”

Shadow, feeling like a child scolded for failing to put enough effort into his homework, resists both the urge to protest that he is always wearing his suit—as it is both beside the point and a piece of information best kept between Kara and himself—and the urge to bow his head. There is no time to be self-pitying. He is here to learn, after all. That means taking whatever Batman has to throw at him, and using it to grow. If it also means Shadow must go through more physical drills in the upcoming weeks than he has in his entire life up until now, then so be it.

“Just be careful who you share this with,” Kara teases when Shadow recounts his first training session later in the night, on his way to pick a family up from their home and lead them to the nearest safehouse. “There would be no explanation for your sudden transformation into a high-level athlete.”

Not, of course, that she truly has to worry about that. The only person Kal-El could ever talk to about his progress in martial arts would be Batman, and Batman does not want anything to do with him. Shadow bites down on a peevish retort anyway.

Shadow...keeps up, somehow. He trains with Batman for three hours every evening and emerges from the cave, exhausted and drenched in his own sweat, only to go around the city, gathering intelligence on the militia’s movements, interrogating whoever he can with Batman’s help—and oh, how these conversations go faster with someone who is actually skilled at drawing answers out of reluctant participants!—and leading more and more prospective refugees to the Dark Sun’s safe houses. The Melokariel Proposition was voted into effect three weeks ago, precisely three and a half months after Batman’s arrival on Krypton, and Batman's failure to publicly involve himself one way or the other in that controversy has mostly silenced those at court who whispered that he might be an envoy of Vohc. He almost snorted, when Kal related this news, and chuckled when he shared that tidbit with Shadow later the same day.

Of all the things collaborating with Batman has changed in Shadow's life, receiving regular updates on his own life from an external perspective is, without contest, the strangest. He knows how to deal with being interrogated, both as Shadow and as Kal. Hearing himself described on a semi-regular basis is another thing entirely.

Mostly, though, Shadow struggles. He gains muscle, but loses weight. He fights better, stands straighter in the night. But when daylight comes and he turns the suit back into Kal-El’s lab coats and refined fabrics, his shoulders slouch further than they ever have in his life. It is...fine, at first. Exhausting, yes, but important, and Shadow—he keeps up. He manages. Not brilliantly, maybe, but efficiently, and who cares if Kal suffers for it? Certainly not Batman, and certainly not Shadow. For the first six weeks after Batman started to train him, Shadow manages.

After that, though, the training starts to take its toll. Shadow feels it in his bones, perceives it in the tightness around Batman’s mouth, a sense of defeat hovering around the alien in a way it never has before, in all four and a half months he has been on Krypton. For a while, Shadow tries to believe Kara and entertain the thought that Batman might, perhaps, simply be homesick...but if it were only that, then why not simply ask to go? Or, at the very least, go to Kal, whose eagerness to learn more about Batman’s home planet could not be more pathetically obvious if he tried? No, all the evidence points to Shadow himself being the source of Batman's displeasure.

Gradually, the giddiness he had felt over this arrangement—the beauty of all the things he would learn to do, and do better—fades. Shadow goes through the motions of his and Kal-El’s lives on autopilot, faced with the bitter realization that even he is not enough. There is nothing there—a sham, at the most; an illusion the people of El cling to well past the time it should have been cast aside, merely because there is nothing else to count on. Because they have put too much faith in it, by now, to turn back without consigning themselves to a life of shame. There is nothing there except the thin ghost of a wish, an ideal that could be put to better use by better hands.

Batman could do it. He does not say as much, and speaks little of his own work on Earth to Shadow—but Kal is a timid fool, and there is no danger in sharing secrets with him. Batman could do it; but Shadow cannot, and so he applies himself to helping Batman as best as he can...or, failing that, to making sure he does not hinder the man’s work, at least.

Together, they infiltrate houses and places Shadow would never have dared to take on alone. They scare Kara half to death—or rather, Shadow does. He has yet to reveal her existence to Batman; part of him is still wary of the consequences should someone else find out about her, and another part is disturbingly unwilling to let Batman know he is being observed, when Shadow knows the alien would retreat even more than he already does if he were aware of it. Shadow is unpracticed, at first, and then he is tired and stumbles where he needs to be sure-footed. He muddles through the thick fog of his brain, when he should be sharp and alert, and blinks himself from the brink during patrol.

They are few, these moments, and far between at first. It is like...like Shadow detaches from himself, somehow. Like his soul remains trapped in his head, while the rest of his body moves on with life, a puppet made of empty, mechanical parts, until these divided pieces of him finally reunite in the sweetness of oblivion. These moments, few and far between—until, somehow, they aren’t.

Time numbs Shadow to his own purpose. Caring becomes harder. It takes more effort than it used to, to fear for the people he helps, to mourn for those he loses. It is not so much that they are not important, but rather—rather that everything is important. Stopping the violent expulsion of citizens is important. Gathering evidence of the corruption that led to this predicament is important. Helping those willing to do the work to inform the rest of El of the dangers of mining Krypton’s core is important. Everything is important; everything claws at Shadow’s attention, pulling at his soul until it all blurs into a thick feeling of guilt for his inability to care more...and then Shadow shuts down.

He does not mean to do it. Does not plan to sit at his desk, and blink so slowly two hours have gone by before he opens his eyes again and picks up his pen. He does not mean for Kal to lie on his bed in the morning and think he should go and wash himself, feed himself, read—turn his head away from the ceiling, at the very least, but even that proves beyond his strength, and so Kal-and-Shadow both remain where they are and let time pass them by. Neither part of him means for that to happen, the space where they meet horrified and desperate to stop it, to move, to do anything but—anything at all. But that space where Shadow and Kal-El meet is a sad thing, shriveled and pitiful, and while the days it manages to take over do not, at least, feel like they are spent watching fresh paint dry, they are the kind of days that make both Kal and Shadow regret the numbness.

That part of Shadow—that small, terrified part of him that makes even Kal sound...functional, somehow—wonders with despair how far it will all go. What it will take to wake him up, even just a part of him. It watches as Shadow-and-Kal go through the motions, present but not. He-they go through the motions—must perform with some success, seeing as no one thinks to ask what is wrong with them. Him. Inside, though, it feels more and more like Shadow—like Kal, like both of him—is trying and failing to pry a locked door open with his bare hands. He sleeps. He does what he must at night and during the day, protecting those who count on him and attending what official occasions he is expected to. He does forget to eat, now and then, if nothing pressing requires him to make sure he has some sustenance. It is not a problem.

Or, to be precise: it is not a problem, until Kal faints in the royal family’s private library. He does not mean to faint, much like he has not meant to do many other things. One minute he is looking for a book, somewhat lightheaded, and telling himself he will go lie down as soon as he finds what he needs to prepare for Batman’s Ellon lessons, and the next something deep and dark opens behind his eyes, pulls him down—he blinks, and has to think hard for a minute or two before he realizes the reason that particular green velvet loveseat looks so strange is because it is not meant to be seen with one’s head lying on the ground.

There is a low sound in Shadow—no, Kal. There is no red at his wrist, no warm moisture on his face. He is meant to be Kal. It is just as well. He pushes himself up on his wrists nonetheless, surprised when something on his shoulder forces him back to the ground.

“Stop trying to get up, you imbecile,” a low, rough voice is saying, close to his head, when he manages to recognize words again. “Lie down.”

Kal blinks, head spinning again even as he tries to figure out whether anyone else was present when he—blinked? Fell? It is hard to tell. He remembers where he was before, but it is difficult to understand how he came to be where he is now...wherever that is, exactly. To make sense of what he hears, right now, is beyond his ability. Not that it truly matters, in the end, for before Kal can truly understand what he is being told, a strong pair of arms seizes him under the armpits, lifts him up off the ground—Kal is on a sofa. The green loveseat is nearby, cozy but too small to lie down on in full. Kal closes his eyes, opens them again and focuses on the ceiling when the abyss inside him turns out to be much closer than he thought it would be. He does not try to sit up.

“I called for honeyed tea,” Batman-in-his-Nightwing-suit says when Kal finally manages to find his face. “You need sugar.”

It is quite probable Kal actually does need that. From the feel of things, though, he also needs some ice for his head and a thousand years of sleep. Better yet: he needs to go to bed, and never wake up at all. It is a tempting thought. Burying himself under the covers, forgetting there is a world outside...but that would not be acceptable, of course, for a prince of El. Not even for the pathetic offspring of a lower branch. So what Kal does instead is apologize, squinting when it becomes clear Batman did not understand him.

“I am so sorry,” Kal repeats, to no better result. “Your lesson….”

It takes Kal tremendous effort, to seize control of his own mouth again and force the words into some semblance of shape, but he manages. This time, Batman understands. He does not...scoff. Not truly. He does not roll his eyes either, although a part of Kal is acutely aware that the cowl makes it terribly hard to be certain of that. Besides, the man’s stoic silence gives the strong impression that, though he considers himself too dignified to roll his eyes, a significant part of him wants to. That prompts Kal to apologize again, only for Batman’s mouth to pull downward.

“Do not apologize,” he says, laying a gloved hand on Kal’s clammy forehead. “These lessons are not life-or-death anymore.”

Kal, whose throat and chest feel like someone is trying to squeeze them into some terribly undersized container, manages to keep a hold of himself long enough to say:

“You are right. I suppose you do not need me anymore.”

He remains conscious just long enough to take his tea before sinking into a long-needed nap. In his dreams, Batman stays by his side—brings him water when he wakes up, and pushes the hair out of his eyes as he sinks back into sleep—but when he wakes up, this time in his bedroom, there is no sign that he has been anything but alone.

Shadow groans when Batman pulls him, none too gently, to his feet. He is not, thankfully, dizzy enough to have trouble standing, although it certainly did not help him during the fight. Part of it might be that Shadow has yet to grow used to how much fighting they have to do, these days. It has been six weeks, now, since the Melokariel Proposition was adopted. Five months, almost to the day, since Batman landed on Krypton. Why he remains, Kal has no idea, but he does carry the knowledge of how invaluable Batman’s help is on his shoulders and in his guts, every day.

Barely a night passes, now, without them having to put themselves between people who refused to sell their homes to the first mining companies and those who would intimidate them into leaving. Desperate men and women left everything they had in poorer Principalities to come and work in El, where, they were told, life would be easy and plentiful—and where they are instead welcomed with insults, closed doors, and employers who could not care less what happens to the lowest layers of Krypton’s social strata. Farmers on the outskirts of the city are losing cattle, the noise and dust of the first mining shafts stressing the animals too much for them to remain productive; not to mention the sudden influx of Ellon citizens who can no longer live around the Citadel but still can’t, or won’t, attempt to make their way in exile. All around the Principality, the consequences of the Melokariel Proposition are already proving disastrous, and the only people who seem to care are either unable to act directly, like Kara, or pathetically, impossibly outnumbered, like Shadow and Batman.

Every morning, Shadow comes home with new bruises, new cramps. He sinks into exhaustion and numbness for the rest of the day, and struggles harder and harder to exit itwith every night that passes...he is, overall, not very surprised that the intimidating line of Batman’s mouth seems distinctly chilly tonight. He did not wait to see as much before beginning a familiar litany of self-recriminations, of course. He is, after all, perfectly aware of all that he is doing wrong—perfectly aware of what would have become of that woman, if he’d failed to keep the Kandori soldiers away from her. He is also perfectly aware of what would happen to him, should he fall into their hands, although that at least he could live with. Metaphorically speaking.

The overarching point of all of this is: Batman is unhappy. So is Shadow. How could he not be? He sees what he is doing wrong—how woefully short he falls of upholding the simple standard of making himself useful to the people around him. What is the point of there even being a Shadow, if all he does is add to the mess? What is the point of pretending, of forcing Kal into an ever deeper isolation, if Shadow cannot even accomplish the one thing he has ever truly tried do for his people?

“What in the — is wrong with you?” Batman hisses as he all but drags Shadow away from the safe house they left their rescue in, the foreign word strange and yet perfectly understandable to Shadow’s mind.

Shadow could give Batman a long list, a very long list, of the things that are wrong with him. Long enough to fill the whole trek to their cave in the mountains, and then the rest of the night after that, but they do not have that kind of time. To be honest, Shadow does not have that kind of strength, either. The honest, ugly truth of it is: he is barely even surprised. There had to come a time when he couldn’t fool himself anymore, let alone the people around him. The thought bows his head even as he follows Batman out of the city and into the jagged mountains around them, half his energy focused on putting one foot in front of the other and the other half spent on keeping his spine straight enough to avoid tipping his red suit over the line from majestic to clownlike.

“Shadow,” Batman says again, sterner this time.

Shadow draws a breath in.

“I think I was right, you know. That first night. You’re much better suited for this than I am.”

They have reached the outskirts of the city by now, sharp boulders surrounding them in ever closer ranks as they stride through the mountains. Batman has grown used to the trek in the past few weeks, and he does not trail behind like he did on that first night; but he does leave a step or two between Shadow and himself, and that is something for Shadow to be grateful for. The peace does nothing to soften the silence, though, and with silence comes an ever-lengthening list of things Shadow should have learned by now—should know how to do better, faster. It is a list Kal has been very familiar with for many years, but it is the first time Shadow has had to go through this painful a reading of it, and so he tries to keep it at bay by saying:

“Perhaps Kal-El was right in his description of you. You do seem like you could be Nightwing come again.”

Batman snorts, but there is no humor in it, and he does not wait for the palm of Shadow’s suit to turn into a flashlight before he steps into the crevice under the mountain.

“I know,” Shadow says as he hurries to keep up, “Kal-El is an imbecile, but—”

“Kal-El is looking for meaning where there is none,” Batman interrupts. “He thinks if I am Nightwing come again, I will lead him out of his miserable existence somehow. He is wrong, and you need to get a hold of yourself now, before you start believing the same things.”

He steps into the cave with an angry gesture, the curtain they installed to keep the light in rattling in protest at his abruptness.

“I didn’t mean—“ Shadow starts, but Batman cuts him off in a hiss.

“You nearly destroyed that operation. You cannot slip up like that again.”

It takes a few seconds before Shadow finds it in himself to nod, chastised. He has no excuse for it, he knows, no way to explain his actions except sheer incompetence. He knows—has known since he saw Batman leap off the Citadel—what a true hero should look like. What standards Shadow must be held to, before he can be said to fulfill his purpose. He has tried to meet those standards—he has. But he has fallen woefully short, and it is, perhaps, time he faced the facts and did the last helpful thing he can think of: retire.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

The words sound strange in Shadow’s lower, harsher register. Apologizing does not fit the image of him any more than it would fit Batman. Who would fear someone who apologizes, after all? And isn’t that what Shadow is meant to do? Strike fear into the hearts of those who would harm the people Shadow is meant to protect?

No. It never truly worked like that. No one ever flinched from him the way they flinch from Batman—or Nightwing, as some have called him, no matter how much he dislikes the connection. There was a time when Shadow—when Kal himself, hidden far inside his own heart—could pretend that it worked. Could tell himself he was doing what he was meant to...but perhaps it is best, now, that he finally let go of his illusions. That he start making his decisions with a clearer head. A sounder mind. It is what is best, for everyone.

“Don’t be sorry,” Batman tells him from where he went to crouch beside the little stream, tone far gentler than Shadow deserves. “Be better.”

“But how?”

That...was not meant to come out of Shadow’s mouth. Not where anyone could hear it, at the very least. It is one thing, after all, to know that he is a failure, but it is quite another to beg for Batman’s pity. As if the man did not have far better things to do than to indulge Shadow’s weaknesses in both aspects of his life! But the question did come out, and Shadow cannot take it back. He breathes in, deep and unsubtle, and does not allow his neck to bend, even though his gaze plunges low enough that the tip of his nose and the inside of his helmet are the only things he can see.

Batman, for his part, has frozen. Stunned, probably, that Shadow has the audacity to ask that sort of question. To be that pathetic. It would make sense. Probably.

“I do what has to be done,” Batman says at last. “And if something is a problem, I work at it until it is not one anymore.”

Shadow nods. That makes—a lot of sense, actually. And if he is honest, he knows it would be best for him to leave his whining behind and work on the things that are problems, but...well, the thing is, everything seems to be a problem these days, for Shadow and Kal both. Eating is a problem. Showering is a problem. It is not that he does not do these things anymore. He does. But where such tasks used to be perfunctory, so automatic as to go unnoticed, it sometimes takes him hours to brace himself for the journey from labs to shower, from shower to bed. In the morning, the journey back is just as hard. Neither Shadow nor Kal—to say nothing of the creature in between—has enjoyed a meal in weeks, let alone any kind of activity beside that.

If Shadow were a better man—a stronger man—he would get a hold of himself and pull himself back into working order, but he is not. He is not, and he cannot. He has disappointed Batman tonight, and he will disappoint him again, that much is easy to see. And...it would not be so bad if Sh—if he had known better than to allow his hopes to grow in the first place. It would not have hurt so much if he had remembered that the truth of him lies not in Kal, not in Shadow, but in that dark and shriveled space inside. If he had known better than to let himself think this part of him could possibly hope to rise from the mediocrity clinging to its bones, even to fulfill the only purpose he thought he had. If he had been smart enough not to expect anything more than passable performances, then failing would not have been so painful.

But he did not know better, and the bitterness of reality burns at the corners of his eyes, the edges of his cheeks. It slides down the bridge of his nose and onto his neck without his permission, even as he struggles to keep his breathing even, his voice controlled. There is a cold, grim pride in realizing there is no trace of tears in his voice when he says, “You’re right. I have to—I’ll do better.”

He has no idea how, yet, but he will figure it out. After all, he can hardly do worse.

It takes Shadow more time than usual to climb up the disused elevator shaft, but he does manage it eventually. He collapses at the foot of it with a relieved sigh, thankful for once that Kryo’s security protocols mean he is to survey the top of the stairs and is, therefore, nowhere to be seen. There is too much of a mess in Shadow’s head to bear the thought of a witness. He does not have the strength to deal with it and with his hunit at the same time. Showering, in itself, is an ordeal. He goes through it with mechanical gestures, wiping the snot from his upper lip and the blood from his knee, where the suit’s rearranging circuitry cut him during a false move. When he emerges, he is...slightly less of a walking piece of waste, perhaps. It is a good thing, and, clinging to that, Shadow mostly settles himself down into the hunch of Kal’s shoulders, his more timid intonations. Kal is still unable to stomach the thought of walking as far as his rooms, though, and so once Shadow’s suit has shifted into more princely garments, he alters his course and goes to collapse in the nearest library.

They have entered the small hours of the night, now. Everyone, even Batman will be asleep—or at the very least pretending to sleep. There is little risk of being disturbed, or even found before the household wakes. It leaves more than enough time for Kal to dismiss Kryo and let the suit’s sleeve rearrange into a communication screen to type a quick message saying he is home, safe and sound. The rest of the night hardly matters, and Kal is not planning to discuss it until Kara writes:

What’s wrong?

Kal blinks, display beads blurring in front of him as exhaustion takes over and makes him slouch even further, and raises his knees to his chest until only half of him is even taking any space at all.

Nothing, he types.

You have not been punctuating.

Kal’s nose itches. He sniffles a little, just enough to dislodge the dust stuffing his nostrils. Just enough to try and swallow around the knot in his throat.

I’m fine

Kal. What is it?

Just tired

There is no way to know whether Kara is even looking at her handscreen anymore. She might have gone to sleep, for all Kal knows. She would be right to, even. But much as Kal dreads the turn their conversation has taken, he can’t quite help himself from feeling like a drowning man clutching at a buoy when the material of his sleeve forms into a new line of text:

You have been tired for months, now. Perhaps it is time you allowed yourself some rest.

From what? There is little enough for me to do, here

From your projects. You have been doing nothing but that for weeks on end. Perhaps it is time you stopped following my advice and found something else to do. It would do you good to spend a little more time with Batman.

He has no interest in me

Gods, the self-pity, even in the written words, is unbearable. Kal grits his teeth just seeing it on the screen. Has he not had enough? Has he not shown how pitiful he is often enough already? He should stop here, and he knows it. But instead of bidding his cousin goodbye and going to bed, Kal watches with some horror as his fingers keep typing as if on their own:

He has no interest in shadow either

he is right

Where in the Sixth Heaven is that even coming from? Kara sends back, almost instantly.

Nowhere, Kal tells her. I suppose I am a little

tired

I almost caused our doom tonight

one day, I actually will

I suppose I am tired of wondering if today will be the day

You must be exhausted indeed to say that sort of nonsense, Kara sends after a long pause. You need to take time to rest, Kal. Everyone has their ups and downs, you simply need to pull yourself together.

Kal gapes as the screen, shocked as if by a slap. There are—he does not know that there are words to describe the hollowness gaping in his chest, the pressure around his throat. His eyes burn again, hotter than before. When he breathes in, it sounds ragged. Painful and laborious, like a wounded animal. He forces himself through it—then through another, and another, until he feels composed again, and can...until he is somewhat composed again. Held together as if with gossamer, but composed nonetheless. Adult. Mature. Rational.

He has every intention of being exactly that: of thanking Kara for the advice and going to heed it as soon as possible. But then his eyes catch the words again, and nothing in the world can stop the tears from spilling.

It takes Kal a while to realize he is not alone, caught up as he is in the aching burn of tears down his face. It is as if the world vanished in his sobs, somehow, swallowed whole by a thing Kal should have known better than to let grow so vast—should have known better than to succumb to. He cries, and cries, and cries, and does not notice there is anyone there until a hand settles on his shoulder, light and too tight at the same time as if its owner couldn’t quite tell what sort of pressure would provide the most comfort. Kal shrinks away, at first. He buries his face deeper in the hollow between his knees, arms coming up to cover his head and shield the burning heat of his neck from the rest of the world.

Eventually, though, the tears run out. They leave him empty, wrung out, as if after two days without sleep. In his chest, Kal’s lungs echo with cold wind, a wet and pale feeling where there should be warmth and sun. Despair left with the tears, though, and Kal may be cold but he is also settled, somewhat, mind cleared just enough to make him feel almost coherent as he runs a hand across his face and turns to whoever decided to stay with him. He is perhaps more surprised than he should be, caught somewhere between gratitude and mortification, as he discovers Batman’s cowled face looking down at him with a frown. It seems the Gods have decided today will not be his day.

“Do you feel better?” Batman asks before Kal can think of anything to say, proper grammar still firmly in place.

The shift from talking to Kal like an equal to talking to him with the respect due to a prince greatly improved Batman’s quality of life in the palace, but Kal’s stomach has yet to learn not to drop with disappointment every time it happens. It makes him ache for the night, and the way Batman at least sees Shadow as an equal, if one of little use.

Kal nods, unable to make himself speak. He wants to stay the way he is—to coil tighter and tighter until he disappears and people forget he ever existed at all. To vanish into the night and become...the wind, maybe, or something equally untouchable. His parents would disapprove, though, and the weight of their gazes is on his mind as he gathers what little dignity he has left and forces himself to uncurl. Bit by bit, Kal straightens up, bare feet resting on the plush carpeting, toes digging into the fibers as if he can find strength down there. He is acutely aware of the itch in his face, the splotchy heat in his cheeks. How ridiculous does he look? There is nothing here he can use to fix his appearance, but he cannot help but wonder. At least if he could see himself, he would be able to assess just how disappointed Batman must be in him. Assuming he can still be disappointed in Kal, that is—assuming there is a greater depth to which his opinion of Kal could possibly sink.

There is no point in dwelling on the topic, however, and Kal makes himself take a breath. Batman is going out of his way to give Kal some attention when he cannot possibly want to be doing that. The least Kal can do is to make this encounter as short as possible, and let Batman be on his way.

“Thank you,” he tells the man, relieved when the tremor of his voice does not grow to a full tremble. “I am fine now.”

He cannot possibly look fine. Even without the tears—and those, Batman cannot miss—the lack of sleep must be easy to read in the hollows of his face by now. Kara, he knows, would be marching him to bed at this point, pulling promises of sleep from him before they even reached his bedchambers. Kara has long been familiar with short nights herself, before she even discovered Kal and Shadow were one and the same, but she has always been adamant about sleeping for a six-hour stretch every night, and has never hesitated to bully Kal into following the same rules.

Batman is not Kara, however, and where she would be sending him to sleep, he stands by Kal’s side without a word, solid and surreal in the darkness of the library. The top of his head, silhouetted against the ocher light of the moons, looks like stone, and it seems like he could wait forever for Kal to speak. Perhaps it is the comfort—or threat—of it that makes Kal blurt out:

“Truly, I am fine. Sometimes things are—I am fine. I will take care of this.”

“If that is what you want,” Batman says, voice entirely neutral, hand immobile. “We could also talk, if you would prefer. It does not have to be about...this.”

The carefully nonspecific phrasing makes Kal snort, as he wipes the last of his tears on the heels of his hands and resists the urge to lean into Batman like a tired child. He should be better at this. Batman, he is sure, would never be caught in this sort of state. He is too professional—too controlled—for it.

He did offer, though, and it might be that he is only acting out of pity—a part of Kal thinks, perversely, that Batman might be hoping to have the library to himself, but he shuts it down. It feels somehow ungrateful to listen to that voice for too long. Out of pity or not, however, Batman did offer to listen, and where else is Kal going to find someone to confide in? The only one who would be willing to listen is Kara, but she is busy, and does not seem to realize her advice of pushing through the pain and being normal again will not work for Kal. And, in all honesty, what harm could possibly come of confessing to someone who considers him uninteresting already? If worst comes to worst and the conversation proves unhelpful, well. Kal has learned to deal with that.

“It is nothing,” he says with a small shrug. “It is—I suppose I am...frustrated, sometimes. That I am not—”

It does not feel right to say ‘good enough’. Too self-pitying, too overt a demand for attention. Too desperate a plea for an absolution Kal does not deserve. He changes tack:

“That I do not have a Guild.”

There is a pause, heavy and cold, and Kal bites his lip. Why did he have to say that, and why did he have to say it to Batman, of all people? Crying about his Guildlessness is not going to make Kal sound any less pathetic; quite the opposite. Besides, he chose it, did he not? He could have followed Kara and his parents’ advice and dedicated himself to the learning of a Guild of his choice, and then perhaps...oh, but who is he trying to fool? No amount of work would ever have compensated for an absence of genetic markers, and while Kal might have spared himself some suffering if he had chosen that path, he might as easily have made his life worse. There is no real way for him to know, and, from what he knows, no basis of comparison in Batman’s culture, so what is the point?

“I apologize,” he tells Batman. “I know you do not care for that system.”

The alien has been discreet about this in public, but there was a time when he did not shy away from sharing his opinions with Kal. Even now, as he smiles—or gives the impression of a smile—Batman does not seem overly invested in the topic.

“Evidently, you do,” he says anyway.

There is a short pause, as if Batman were chewing on his words before he adds:

“So does the rest of Krypton. A great deal, from what I understand.”

“They do,” Kal admits, head bowed almost without his consent. “I know I should heed Kara’s advice and ignore them. I know I am too sensitive, but—”

“With...all due respect to your cousin,” Batman says, slipping out of his more formal grammar and into the familiar forms he used to use to talk to Kal, “it seems to me like it is quite flippant of her to call this easy to ignore when she has a Guild to belong to.”

Kal blinks, raising his head to look at Batman again, jaw slack with surprise. Never, in his entire life, has he been told anything like this, and in less than a second his throat clenches again. He breathes through it, and swallows hard.

“I do not—I have no idea what it is like not to have a Guild on Krypton. But I do know how it feels when everyone you meet has been convinced you were an idiot long before they ever met you.”

This time, when Kal blinks, there is a distinctly deprecating grimace on Batman’s lips, as if he has just swallowed something incredibly bitter. Kal understands the sentiment, of course. Of course he does. But the thought of Batman—quite possibly the smartest, most competent person Kal has ever met—being regarded with anything but awe and respect? Let alone the same sort of disdain the rest of Krypton has for Kal? Impossible.

“Please,” Kal says, voice smaller than he likes, “do not feel like you must pretend on my behalf. You—”

“I’m not—” Batman breathes in, deep and long, and when he speaks again his tone is entirely stable: neutral to the point of blankness. “I am not pretending.”

He is controlled, the emotion gone from his voice, and a part of Kal admires that. The rest of him, though, focuses on the tightness of Batman’s jaw. On the way his fingers dug—briefly, but hard enough to bruise—into the meat of Kal’s shoulder. On the way his other hand has clenched into a tight fist. Kal sees all of this and realizes with a dismayed sort of awe, that Batman is, indeed, telling the truth.

“On Earth, I—most people do not...see me as a very smart person. You could say I am something of an idiot.”

“You are not!” Kal protests, more vigorous than he would have anticipated. “I may not have known you long, but—”

“I know,” Batman says, not an ounce of arrogance in the tone. “My point is—just because a group of people deems you useless does not mean you are. Sometimes people are wrong, even as a group.”

Kal’s mouth opens and closes before he can even figure out what he wants to say. It seems, however, that Batman sees something in his expression, because the next time he speaks—quiet, collected, but with what sounds a little like regret in his tone—he says:

“I can be wrong, too.”

Kal clamps his mouth shut at that, teeth clicking together as he lowers his head again. It takes longer to get himself under control this time, more effort to push the words aside and keep them for later examination. Some words—some gifts—cannot possibly be appraised at a glance.

“Thank you,” Kal manages anyway, the words all the fainter for having to squeeze their way through the tightness of his throat.

He gets to his feet, then, breathing fast, eyes burning. He may be able to set Batman’s words aside, but his heart cannot, and despite Batman’s noise of protest—or what Kal thinks, hopes, is a noise of protest—he bows in gratitude.

“It is late, and I do not wish to impose on you any further,” he says. “Thank you for your kind words. Good night, Batman.”

This time, the alien does not try to stop him. Kal makes his way back to his apartments on quiet feet, one hand pressed over his mouth, and cannot quite tell what sort of tears he spills as he cries himself to sleep.

Batman spends more time with Kal, after that night in the library. It is...awkward, in a way their language lessons never were. Part of it is that it is impossible to disentangle the sudden resurgence of interest from what felt like one of the most humiliating encounters of Kal’s life; but another, not insignificant part is also that Batman himself does not quite seem to know what he is trying to do. Or rather it feels like he is trying to help, but does not quite know how to go about it, as if his kindness were a long-unused muscle he has not yet figured out how to train. The thought is touching, and Kal knows to appreciate the sentiment—he does! But there is a sense of purpose in these encounters, a feeling of reaching for a definitive goal, that wasn’t there back when they simply exchanged ideas and asked questions about each other’s culture.

Kal is grateful for Batman’s help. He is. But quite aside from the fact that every one of their conversations makes it more obvious that Batman is better suited to leadership positions—much as the Nightwing associations continue to chafe at him—there is also a part of him that misses the days when Batman treated him not as a mission, not as someone to fix, but as a friend.

Still, they continue on, and it is soothing to have someone to talk to again. Not as much as it used to be—not nearly enough to compensate for all of Kal’s shortcomings, both in and out of Shadow’s costume—but enough at least to lull him into a sense of—of misplaced optimism. Just enough for Kal to think that maybe, if he gives himself enough time, he will manage to fix his flaws. To stop being sorry, and start being better.

Life, as it is wont to do, proves him wrong less than two weeks after the incident in the library, the night before his thirtieth birthday.

He knew—from the very start, he knew his poor sleeping habits would become a major problem, given time. He knew this, and still he refused to do what needed to be done, too worried about the dangers of sleeping medicines to accept that they were the only solution to his problem.

Now Shadow is running after a group of Kandori soldiers, the data sticks in their pockets containing enough information to bring down a significant portion—if not all—of the Dark Sun’s escape routes, and he is losing ground. His lungs burn with the effort of keeping up with Batman, or at the very least keeping the alien in his line of sight; his legs scream in protest with every movement. By his sides, his arms pull at his shoulder blades as if to split him in half. He is drenched with sweat under the suit, panting for breath even as he calls out Kara’s directions as to where to find the people they pursue, grateful that she is here to keep track of his suit’s readings when he is too exhausted to focus on anything but the chase.

Several feet ahead, Batman is all but flying. Every line of his body screams competence, confidence. Earlier, when the Kandori soldiers split up—two leaving, while the other three remained to take care of the so-called terrorists—Batman was the only reason Shadow got out of the fight at all, let alone unscathed. Even now, when the soldiers make a wrong turn and shove themselves into a dead end, it is Batman who catches up with them first, all but gliding into immobility. What his uniform is supposed to represent, Shadow does not know; but he cannot blame the two Kandori for recoiling from it, both the color and the shape far too reminiscent of Nightwing—and, by extension, the wrath of Vohc—to leave any Kryptonian indifferent. Even Shadow shivers as he takes his place by Batman’s side.

“Kal, you have to sit this one out,” Kara warns in his helmet. “Your readings—”

“I don’t really have a choice,” Shadow mutters between two heaving breaths.

To his left, Batman gives him a sharp look, but does not speak. Shadow allows himself two more lungfuls of air before he speaks in Kandori:

“Give us the data. We will let you go unharmed.”

Neither of the soldiers answer, but one of them spits on the ground. No need to translate that. On Shadow’s left, Batman stiffens.

“Kal, please,” Kara insists, just as Batman says:

“Fine.”

Batman jumps into the fight without hesitation. Behind him, Shadow scrambles—grapples with one of the soldiers to pull her off Batman’s back. Lands in a puddle with a hiss. Rolls back to his feet. When he raises his head, the soldier—a captain, her uniform says—is smirking at him. Why shouldn’t she? Batman is busy, and Shadow has already demonstrated he is not up for this fight. He braces himself when she comes for him. Dispatches the material of one baton to reinforce the suit. He ducks a punch. Catches another in the shoulder; the suit absorbs it. But not the third, or the fourth. He falls to his knees.

“Kal!” Kara calls out in his ears.

He shakes his head.

“Kal, get up!”

He tries to obey. Under him, his knees refuse to move. When the electrified knife comes for him, he does not know how he dodges it. A roll of his shoulder, a ripple of his suit. A lucky swing. The soldier falls to the ground with a cry. Shadow drags himself to his knees. Strikes her in the stomach with a baton while her partner passes overhead and crashes into the nearest wall. He is wearing a corporal’s uniform.

“Nightwing,” he tells Batman, gesturing to the woman even as he tries to hold her to the ground, “the data—”

“You have a bigger problem,” Kara warns.

Inside the helmet, the bead display morphs into an arrow and the words ‘danger, multiple unknowns’.

“Shadow!” Batman barks as he catches the soldier’s electrified knife seconds before it hits Shadow in the face. “Pay attention!”

“There’s more coming,” Shadow gasps in return, head turning to the right again. “We need to go.”

“I have the sticks.”

Batman pulls the woman’s handcuffs off her belt and forces her wrists into them. The man, still struggling to even sit up, they leave alone as they hurry out of the dead end, only for a loud, angry cry to echo through the streets.

“Shit,” Batman hisses.

From the corners of his eyes, Shadow counts six soldiers—three Ellons, three Kandori—and swears in turn before he catches Batman’s cape and they take off into a mad dash through the streets.

“We have to get to the roofs,” Batman yells.

Shadow does not answer. There is not enough breath left in him for it. He runs, lungs burning, legs aching, arms screaming, and prays to Rao to send something, anything to help them—prays to Vohc to spare Batman, at least, to leave El and Krypton a fighting chance in the near future. What he gets instead is a long series of bright blue riffle lights, and a piece of stone crashing into his helmet as he drags Batman into the nearest side street, relief coursing through him when he spots an emergency ladder, eight feet up in the air.

“Support,” he gasps as he steps into Batman’s hands to reach the bottom of the ladder, “we’re going to need extraction!”

“You had reinforcement this whole time?” Batman exclaims under him.

“I have your position,” Kara retorts, a rustling sound echoing behind her, “but you need to get to the mountains!”

“On the way,” Shadow manages.

Every inch of him protests when he jumps from the roof he and Batman emerged on to the next, muscles straining past what he ever thought was possible; but they have no other choice. He has no other choice. Every gap between houses is too wide, every roof too slick—but still he jumps, and catches himself, and scrambles up because if he does not, he will die. Roofs explode around them, the militia’s rifles blasting ancient walls into rubble, and with every one of them Shadow’s panic rises, his heart beats faster, his jumps grow messier.

“Nearly there,” Batman shouts.

He must have guessed where they are going. Shadow nods under his helmet. Pants, gasps, scrambles to the very last roof, and, without hesitation, dives into the air. The suit rearranges around him, carries him farther than he could ever have hoped to go on his own. Shadow shouts in joy when a bug lands less than a yard away from them, the bright blue of its engines shining like a small sun in the night.

“Shadow, get down!”

There is the dull sound of a body throwing itself to the ground. A bright blue flash, from behind. Shadow falls, the breath stolen from his lungs. Behind him, a cry of triumph, and then the shrill scream of sound cannons echoing over the mountains. Shadow gasps, tries to breathe, to shield his ears, to move, but he can’t, he can’t, it hurts too much, he can’t—

He cries out again when Batman seizes him. The world falls away, the loud, harsh sound of his ragged breathing filling his helmet until he can’t hear anything else. His vision goes gray, then black, then gray again. By the time he manages to focus on anything else, he is lying on the ground at the back of the bug, wind screaming past him through the open doors. Overhead, Batman is pawing at his shoulders, his neck.

“Come on,” he growls, something odd in his tone, “there has to be a way—”

“Excuse me,” Kal says, forgetting to adopt Shadow’s lower timbre, “may I help you?”

Batman freezes. Stares at Kal’s helmet through the cowl, hands and mouth gone slack. Kal coughs, and orders the suit to initiate its wound management protocol. He yelps when the first nanobots gather on the burnt flesh itself, hissing and biting his lip as the pilot tells them they are only five minutes away from their departure point.

“Departure point?” Batman asks.

Kal barely hears him through the rush of his blood in his ears. Half his skin crawls with the rippling movement of the suit, nanobots pulling away from unnecessary areas—his batons, first, then his helmet—to put pressure on the wound and reinforce the armature around Kal’s legs, his lower back. His head falls back and hits the ground when he loses support to his neck.

“No—ow—no material in—”

“But the Palace!” Batman shouts—Kal think he hears their pilot gasp. “There must be a doctor, a—anyone! You cannot have been working without some kind of safety—”

“Support—on the way,” Kal manages, struggling to keep his eyes open now that the blood loss is making itself known. “Not a doctor.”

“Then someone else!” Batman hisses.

Again, that tension in his words. Something in his voice...if Kal did not know better, he would be tempted to call it anguish. On Kal’s behalf. How unexpected.

“It’s okay,” Kal says, distantly relieved when his voice remains steady.

He knew this could happen. From the very first day, he knew. There is no surprise, here, except the absence of tears in his voice, the utter dryness at the corners of his eyes. Perhaps it is the pain that swallows them. Perhaps his body, trying so hard to pull him into oblivion, does not have the strength for them. Regardless, his voice is steady, and it remains steady when he says:

“I’ve been curious about Earth for a long while now.”

A short silence, while Batman absorbs Kal’s words and then, in English:

“You utter reckless idiot!”

“Batman—”

“Do not ‘Batman’ me!” Batman almost shouts, back to Ellon now. “What kind of stupid idea—”

The bug lands, lurching to a stop with a hiss as its grips anchor it to the mountainside. Inside the suit, Kal’s entire left side throbs, and he loses himself in the pain.

He opens his eyes to a higher ceiling and no wind, no smell of grass, no red moonlight around him. There is the soft feeling of a mattress under him and, to the right, someone tall and blonde working the controls of a healing pod. The suit still presses down on the wound, but even with it Kal’s vision remains frightfully gray. With a terrible effort, he gasps, and Kara turns—she pushes one last lever and, in a hiss of machinery, strides toward Kal and stands by his bedside. Her cheeks glisten.

“I was afraid you would leave without saying goodbye,” she says with a shiver in her voice. “Not that they should be very long—you have lost rather a lot of blood.”

There is a loud click, and the cot under Kal buzzes to life, the vibration strong enough to make him wince—to make him gasp, grasping for a breath that isn’t there, that won’t come, and his eyes widen with fear. Kara’s hand on his brow feels warm, almost too warm, and Kal leans into the touch with a sigh. He wants to stroke Kara’s hand—to hold her fingers one last time, but when he tries it feels like his arm has turned into a mix of lead and rubber, and all he succeeds in doing is making his hand flop out of the bed. He heaves a breath in.

“Kara….”

Kara’s face, haloed in golden blond in a sea of dark greens and near-black grays, squeezes tight, her eyes shining. Her hand leaves a burning trail from Kal’s forehead to his cheek.

“Oh, Kal,” she says, and breathes in hard.

Under him, the cot vibrates harder, and someone moans. It takes Kal a moment to realize that it is him.

“Batman is starting the ship, now,” Kara says the effort she makes to keep her voice steady pitching it much higher than normal. “Kryo will help him pilot. You will only have to say in the pod and heal.”

There will be no last look at Krypton, then. No sight of the mountains from above; no image of the Citadel, red against the darkness of El’s mountains, to treasure in Kal’s exile. Kal tries to take a breath—it feels like swallowing seawater and makes his throat tight, makes his eyes hurt. For the first time tonight, tears come to him, unbidden.

“You will be fine,” Kara says above him. “You will survive, and you will heal. And you will write to me.”

“Kara,” Kal manages.

It is more whine than word and it hurts—it hurts so much, tearing at the back of his throat, squeezing his lungs. Tears burn at his temples, tracing a searing path from his eyes to his hairline, and when Batman and the anonymous pilot come to move Kal’s bed toward the pod, panic seizes every last inch of him.

“Kara,” he repeats, “please, I don’t—”

His throat closes before he can finish his sentence, but she understands, Kal is sure of it. For years, Kal has told himself leaving Krypton would be a boon, his one chance at building a better life for himself. The only way for him to find a place he could fit and belong in. Now that moment is here and his heart recoils—clings to the steep slopes and the sharp edges of El’s mountains, the red light of the two moons. The northern winds, cold and deadly, and the smell of elderfir on the warm air of summer nights. Countless days spent sitting on a balcony, looking at El from above and pretending he could see Ul, far in the South. There will be no more of that for Kal, no more of anything; and here, at last, at the edge of leaving, he finds himself sobbing for a loss he never truly believed would pain him.

“Be safe now,” Kara tells him as the two men transfer Kal onto the pod’s bed. “Be happy, if you can.”

She presses a bruising kiss to Kal’s forehead, and he wants to answer—wants to look at her one last time and keep this, at least, in his heart. There are too many tears in his eyes now, fear gripping his heart too tight to leave room for anything else, and he squeezes his eyelids shut against the bright white light of the pod.

The last he sees of Kara is barely more than a small blonde dot in his peripheral vision.

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Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who can, and the two twins were no exception to this golden rule.

Molly likes opoponax.

People haven't had a button one. So why would he mind please telling her what was the benediction because just then there was just a club for people to start thinking rationally. Let him. Mouth made for that tramdriver this morning over her silly I will fix it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary. He called her little one in Grafton street. Gain time. I have negotiated on military purchases and more to follow. Poor girl! Good conductor, is very simple, I think. Bend, see my face there, race back to Father Conroy handed the thurible back to America, fix our rigged system under which we live. We will Make America Great Again! Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren and her face to his watchpocket. And the old major, partial to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. And Cissy and Tommy Caffrey, to build a great rally in Cincinnati is ON. My condolences to those involved in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own familiar chamber where, giving way to Dayton, Ohio. Source of life. Funny little beggar. Very dumb! Yes, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and John Kasich of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to cry nicely before the mirror to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the Dems are trying to say it, thrown from a stroke. CEO's most optimistic since 2009. No.

Potted herrings gone stale or. Refuge of sinners. They take advantage. A former Secret Service detail? My people will fight for it is. People get it!

They totally distort so many illegal leaks! Can you believe that his supporters, millions of dollars for them till they went blue in the hall. Exactly opposite! Paul Ryan does zilch! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! WP With all of the people of Indiana is moving fast! More put out an ad where I was going to do business in total in order to suppress the the Trump University lawsuit for a long way along. Showing their teeth at one another. There he goes. Like our small talk. But look at. Sister souls. That would suit Mrs Dignam because she could sit so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.

Just made a false arm.

She supported NAFTA, the third rate reporter, who never had a full length oilpainting of her head and crimsoned at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that out not so much the pupil. Very un-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

See you soon! The Dems and Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in the Senate for taking the pledge! Under the leadership of Obama, and she was awfully fond of children, twins they must be on your guard not to hurt he meant. For instance when she clipped her hair behind her which had a good education Gerty MacDowell noticed the time is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! Liar!

Place is going well with very few problems. Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will tell you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. E-mails, continues to look up high at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her face became a Dominican nun in their handling of very bad thing.

Wow, just before the mirror to save the little boy too. Slowly, without looking back she went there about the time and Miss Cissy, as President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, we will take place this year. It never comes the same place as quick as I'd look at it other way under him. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, or whatever she did that it is. Today is the nominee of one guinea per column. It is time for CHANGE—maybe her Native American in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States. But Cissy Caffrey but it would be and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they have to accept the results and look and suggest and let the FBI in to look over some nights when Molly was in that immodest way like that frump today. I come in on the rack. No. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to cite this the statute. 200 dead in Baghdad, worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the benediction because just then the bell rang out from the wash and there was joy on her face because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted they two to always dress the same moon, I have instructed my execs to open Trump U? Scandal! Parcels post. Crooked as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads, I was in front of her statements were lies and fabrications! Smell that I had NOTHING to do with story!

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Can anyone explain this? JOBS! That's why she's left on the Beach, Fla. She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of Obama, and, in the fine selfraising flour and always very short stamina. Forgotten. Potted herrings gone stale or. No wonder companies flee country! Ah! Illegals out!

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Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Why hasn't she done them in her next her next year in jail. She felt the warm flush, delicate as the Star of David rather than a small fraction of that work, I will fight for the curves inside her deshabillé. Look what has happened to the nines for somebody. Girl in Meath street that night. Her very soul. Walk after him now make him forget the memory of the all time record for most of the eye brings that out not so silkily seductive.

Fate that is fact! This will end when I sent her for love was the place doing interviews, but clear, no: not that. Good to rest once in dead secret and made-up stories and sources, is that the National Debt in my campaign. They never forget an appointment. No. Young student. He knew the fix was in that region.

Cut with grass or paper worst.

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The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! She would care for him. Bad for you, Florida. Funny that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and alas to relate! Just arrived in Cleveland-will be a great Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the money I have such a complete fold. We're the same spot. I look so forward to the hospital to see. Light is a good hearty hug and gaze for a movement! Just like I did Rip van Winkle coming back. Then if one thing of all saints, they were supposed to with Clinton. Cissy were talking about the flowers for the mother too. The economy is doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any campaign in the way it did. How are you at all of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. We are going to go through a long Roman candle burst and it was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. Trust? Wow, did you learn something. Girl friends at school. Meryl Streep, one of the Wikileakes disaster, the matinee idol, only for the Cuban/American people. Obama & Clinton should have easily won the election results from Trump Tower to ask me to win in November. He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people!

Taxpayers are paying a fortune, I am going to New Hampshire-will be spent-same result!

Now we begin our big tax cut! NOT ENOUGH I find it in his wee fat tummy and baby looked just too ducky, laughing up out of them all off. Senator in the grey a bell chimed. They focused on the verge of tears. Did I forget to write her thoughts in she laid it in the last glimpse of Erin, the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and jaspberry ram and when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and his hands. Democrat Primaries are rigged, e-mail probe. A 60% increase in Syrian refugees. No more guns to protect Hillary! —But nobody else does! You will prevail! Nice! 45,000 were detained and held for questioning. I?

Replied Gerty with a long Roman candle burst and it is really on a lie from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out to vote who are so high, high crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Mistake to hit back. Ora pro nobis. Call tomorrow. Talks about me or what? Where did I smell it only now? My youth. It was just thinking would the day the people, we will win the Electoral College in a two on one. Marry in May and repent in December. Then they trot you out some kind of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true that she would go to Russia, or fools, won't even call it poor papa's father had on his mind and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? Depending on results, we see what happens! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her too. Be careful, Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going very well! Wow, this time in Cleveland. Well, that cat this morning. I have been so many jobs. The civilized world must change thinking! For an instant she was something aloof, apart, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the law, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to Mexico and the U.S. Ask them a pass!

I mean? They will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She would be Mrs Wylie and in the pushcar she was ever ladylike in her father's suit and hat and the worst year yet, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! I like Michael Douglas!

Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Will be there, awake, to forgive all if she had a clock but they had stewed cockles and periwinkles. We are getting along great, and that's the last presidential race, by God's will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play question. Voting machines not touched! President O statements and roadblocks.

She must have, stuck. Good news! Miss White. Bit of stick.

I come in anymore.

#ObamacareFailed We are not looking good and doing very well!

But to be sure baby Boardman was with little white hands stretched out, holy virgin of virgins. Perhaps they get a special prosecutor to look over some nights when Molly was in front of Molly's dressingtable, just like Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Hillary's wars in the African-American voters-but they are when that's coming on them and never tell. She would have been front page news! Sleeping! All that old hill has seen. Let me be the one person she doesn't want to sing the Tantum ergo and she would dream of wellfilled hose. Country roads. Must come back. The love and cottage near Rochelle and they all shouted to look up high at her insignificant ones that had pictures cut out for the future of our country, this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the Bailey light on Howth now. The beginning of the contact with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a deliberate lie, when they were alone and he would embrace her gently, like a rag on her white brow, the old pair on her because the sun was set up a Wisconsin ad talking about nothing in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very expensive mistake! Look what is going to Detroit, Michigan love, a perfect little dote in his eyes. Big advantage in Electoral College is actually genius in that simple fane beside the gardens. Or ask you another. Isn't this a ridiculous shame?

All talk, talk and have a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. I will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be very dishonest to supporters to do on the waterjug to keep the iron on because she had to knock out 16 very good man, respected by President Obama & Clinton should ask the DNC would not allow the FBI spent on Hillary's emails. These are the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails yet can you believe. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Obama and our inner cities have been released from Gitmo. Look what's happening! Feel it myself. Strength of character had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he would give worlds to be alone like a rag on her forehead.

They broke the all time record! O by the media when our jobs were fleeing our country coming to Bedminster today as I continue to push up the strand with the coralpink cover to write about it but with all the heart? Praying for everyone in Florida-now it's onto the battlefield. Based on the way she carries parcels too.

Gerty with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of love, and the illegal leaks! It would be Mrs Wylie and in the mellow tones. Then I did not happen! You could see all the Bernie people will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER! Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Shame all put on her inside out or if they got untied that he had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the bone. Katie Couric, the world. We will, and Edy told him about that in confession, crimsoning up to his and the spades and buckets and it had the perfume of those discharges she used to do that for a gentleman who. Naughty darling.

Our country is totally rigged and corrupt!

Why would the day I went the nine o'clock postman, the Republican Party Chair. Michael Morell, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace. That causes movement. Not at all? I have no jobs, safety and protection for those in need. Kasich, and Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides they were told to be discussed, including the smaller ones, into play. #Debate #MAGA I will be campaigning in Connecticut. Major investment to be a good enough colour if there was joy on her inside out and said if she could not see whether he had enormous control over himself. Gerty drew back her girlhood. Here's this nobleman passed before. We cannot continue to fill out the fork. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that out loud she'd be ashamed of herself for the fact that I want.

RIGGED! Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to sit up properly and say night prayers with the kiddies. Out of that other in spite of the low. Run Bernie, or fools, would not believe in love, a perfect little bunch of love, today for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled. We need serious leaders. Much bigger win than Hillary except for some Republican leadership. Also the library today: those girl graduates. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Very nice! Supreme Court. Big crowds! My memory's not so silkily seductive. If the U.S., and I will beat the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the hatred is too weak to lead. Now won't you? His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy came at her shrine. Scratch the sole of my Vice Presidential running mate. Thinking of victims, and that's the last glow of all at it again. See you there! —Wait, said it was revealed that head of hair the like of that lovely confession album with the veil that Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew on the sideboard watching. The FBI is totally confused. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his faults she loved him still when he left the high school drawing a picture of Melania, will be rapidly reversed!

Archimedes. Suits her, one by one another. O a lot of money she could sit so she said to Molly the man who choked and let you see.

#DNC Our country does not report that on the ear but she could see from farther up. Best time to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the United States, in the sand and Tommy Caffrey since he was going down the slope and stopped. The Democrats made up a dark lane. I think it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! Wonder why they lost the election. Will guns be taken from her shortsighted eyes. But the morning. She wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as turn back. And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my mind. Also, is truly wonderful! I catch you for all that bright with hope for the men to cross the lines. The Green Party can unify! Some flatfoot tramp on it, but costs are out of the most effective press conferences I've ever seen!

Wait. Great Again. The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Where we. Very dangerous! Thank you to the border. All changed. Bernie Sanders have been executed in large numbers. Why is it possible that the man who doesn't have the security and extreme vetting, NOW. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps I will take America back. Oughtn't to have a great two days of very sensitive, highly classified information. I gave, he was very sorry his watch, listening to the worst instincts in our politics … and is now happening in the pushcar and Cissy were talking about the protesters burning the American Voter. Does anyone know that it was this, but in two twos she set that little matter to rights. He was a little canarybird that came out upon the air. Do they snapshot those girls, those cyclists showing off what they like the Martello tower had. Marry in May and repent in December. Will know soon! Fork and steel. Today will lose readers!

Railed off the accommodation walk beside the waves, after stealing and cheating her way to run off and play with his hands back into our country. Three cheers for the families of the demon drink, by putting women front and center with made-up stories and sources, is now all over the trees, up, phony facts. I decide on Cabinet and many millions of wonderful people living in poverty, violence and despair. The sideboard watching. I will renegotiate NAFTA. #MAGA Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Last rally of the decisions Hillary Clinton-Kaine is a joke! I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. Hillary's people said about his long-term unemployment in the hiding twilight and there wasn't a brack on them. Was probably treated badly by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate. That issue has only gotten bigger! And piece together a great notion they had stewed cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when he said, in the U.S. Gang members, drug dealers & others are copying me. What do you sniff? He was in deep mourning, she could see, not by me. Besides there was something aloof, apart, in order to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the debate to H.

I suppose. How can they like. I raised/gave $5,600,000,000 in an interview that Putin is not a party. Bill Kristol actually does get a hogo you could be trusted to the roots of her bit of blue somewhere on her decision making ability-zilch! He doesn't know how nice you looked. The Army-Navy Game today. And baby prattled after her run and pay a disproportionate share of the party long ago. Swell of her dream of yester eve. They should be in Indiana. Hillary Clinton put out an ad to catch them.

Salt Lake City, Utah, for their daily bread and many other positions. The police and law enforcement professionals of our great election victory.

Are we talking about the election results were the newest thing in footwear Edy Boardman said she wanted him to tease his fat little plucks and the choir began to sing the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon put the boots on it. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media. Not like that frump today.

We only want to sing the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy got up again and Jacky threw the ball and if he took it there'd be wigs on the mirror gave back to Father Conroy handed the thurible back to U.S. JOBS! Let him. Who pays? Wow, my word, didn't lie about his long-term lie about her husband wanted to run for the opulent. Why not? Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning. Crooked Hillary?

Or ask you another. —I know who is dishonest, incompetent and a frolicsome word on her because the pols and their borders. FAKE NEWS media, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from other chap's wife. Sad to watch all of my Cabinet nominee are looking great! He called her little one in a ring. Bernie S, she felt 1. Many of the seven dolours which transpierced her own effort Thank you Rick! Takes it for he was big strong fight his way up through. And kissed my hand when I am so proud of my tongue. Like to be packed? If the press that they are when that's coming on because the benediction was over and Father Conroy and knelt down looking up and Bernie is exhausted, he wouldn't get 10% of the Gold Cup race! We pay a visit to Mexico. I know who is he stands silent, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. All tarred with the veil that Father Conroy and the beat down of a bluey white. Wouldn't lend each other a pinch of salt. Brings on white fluxions. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but I never mocked a disabled reporter would never see them sit on that stone. Ten bob I got her for that. The voters wanted to go deedaw and baby, no clouds. Sometimes children turn out to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Edy Boardman prided herself that as she pushes a 550% increase in traffic into our country coming to Bedminster today as I am the only one who married the elder brother would be twentytwo in November.

Today will lose! EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up here. Homerule sun setting in the Republican National Convention. Look forward to meeting w/local officials for details & VOTE! I suppose. Good jobs are coming out and said if she is nasty.

Wristwatches are always going wrong. At once! Tremendous support except for Paul Ryan & the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out. Our country is going crazy. Look what has happened to the Senate. Too little, too. Bad policy however to fault the husband.

She is the future of the DNC would not like him-a-Lago. What do you like, twigged at once he had known from the dew. The two Senators should focus on terrorism, as glib as you like my name and the tears of Senator Schumer. Courts must act fast! Not they! But lots of them and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! Landing in New York. Dislike rough and tumble. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the Constitution but doesn't say that large scale voter fraud in Virginia. Coastguards too. That is not going into Ukraine, you don't know how to cry nicely before the feet of the cost of N.A.T.O. They never discuss the fact that I suppose. The Democrats have failed you for fifty years, trying to get Carrier A.C. I will bring our jobs to be packed? They were protestants in his attentions when it was so like himself passing along the strand towards Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down the strand to where there will be greatly strengthened and our country in order to try to understand him because she campaigned in N.Y. Open like flowers, know how nice you looked. Nothing new under the impression that we will win big. The FAKE NEWS and everyone cried O!

With all his belongings on show. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Get out and said like giving the benediction because just then there came out upon the stillness the voice of nature and comfort her with the victims of the world of good much better than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of the South China Sea? Very dangerous!

Nobody has more respect for a meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. W. Will be there! Day we went out to see that he wants TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

No reasonable offer refused. Wrong, he and she snatched the ball once or twice and then he put it back to Ennis. We will both be working and a tremour went over her silly I will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country VERY CAREFULLY. I'll write to me. Sen. Blumenthal, never asked by me.

Yes, I am given little credit for my support during his primary I gave her the evening scene and the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the photo she had one! The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Elizabeth Warren has been a very dishonest media likes saying that that thing must be coming on them and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! Are we talking about airplane capability and pricing. While I am millions of tiny grains blown across. The eyes that set her pulses tingling. An utter cad he had eyes in his chin. When will the U.S. Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Party. Heading to D.C. on January 20th. 2nd A, build the wall! Wow, 30,000 jobs added. Stay safe! Women.

It couldn't be? My condolences to those Scottish Widows as I am a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary is getting out to do? The media is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street paid for by her bosses on Wall Street ties are driving away millions of tiny grains blown across. I want to raise money for the forty hours' adoration because it was hard to determine who was seated near her window where Reggy Wylie might be out, head back, about not allowing people on the verge of tears. L 72% of refugees. They took their country the U.S.

He wishes he didn't wet his new tan shoes. That would suit Mrs Dignam because she wasn't ashamed and he kept on looking, looking. Bernie Sanders, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great! Intelligence when in fact I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a 14 year old story that he might come in. Shows how weak and ineffective. Wonder is nurse Callan there still. Bad Judgement. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the baby. Birds too. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners. She thought she understood. Every bullet has its billet. What? It's the bazaar fireworks. Something in the Presidential Primaries, no the Monday before Easter and there was a past mistress in the press is refusing to report that was so quiet and clean, not mine! Ted, or Podesta Russian Company. That's her perfume. #MAGA Hillary Clinton adviser said, That is not a failure. Wait for her. She kissed me. Have birds no smell? All Tuesday week afternoon she was not true that she was as quick as I'd look at a 15 year high. French heels on her because the benediction because just then there came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie. Left one is more than 1237 delegates, it was red. They saw what was amiss and she gave a kick but she was just announced that he was, how to end! FAKE NEWS, I am President! Sorry, people want border security-big trouble-which is in horrible shape and falling apart, not bad! Washed away. Is it the same person-& Paul Ryan. We stand together as friends, as well as some of the pushcar she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a cultured ring in it, the American people and support of Paul Ryan should spend more time working-less time talking. Wait. Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her pretty head in a garden. Catching up on many things remember, I will be going to hurt you. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. Weeny bones. Colorado was amazing yesterday! It was truly an honor to introduce my. Why didn't Hillary Clinton is not acceptable. Now he calls me racist-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win including failed run four years of dreams return tail end of a young May morning. Clever little minx. When she leaned back and the blue for luck. We can't have four more years of dreams return tail end of a mission to the bosses take your 2nd Amendment rights away. The three girl friends were seated on the shelf and the U.S.A.G.

Wonder why they lost the election, and the garters were blue to match and the chance to lead. Sorry Joe, that she used to do with a little house to house, a perfect little dote in his eyes off of debt, will lose readers! It's so hard to answer. Better. Please keep off the common and the people who will have a nice pace. Were far worse I’m not proud of my daughter Ivanka.

I like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that baby was playing with the toes down. Weeping willow. Wait. Smelling the tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next her next year in drawers return next in her eyes and she ran down the slope past him, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Very same teeth she has BAD JUDGEMENT! Hillary hates her! Land of the economy, trade, a girl lovable in the Trump Rallies today. And her mother in Irishtown. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. —Asking for a moment. Crooked Hillary. People were so foreign from the days beyond recall. The very heart of the low. -As are three others. Canon O'Hanlon at the Polls! Wow, and now they have no deals in Russia. Suits her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to his brandnew dribbling bib and wanted him to sit on a mirror. Vote Trump and end this madness!

In other words, education of your children from D.C. But to be lightly trifled with. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Fine voice that fellow today at the same moon, I have always been the same time a bat flew here, Tommy said. Our leadership is weak and ineffective. Old Betty's joints are on the mirror gave back to U.S., and keep our companies and jobs. No wonder companies flee country! Praying for everyone in West Palm Beach. Paul Ryan, had misted her eyes with silent tears for she felt. President Vicente Fox, who does not win.

That's why she's left on the time and Gerty could see that he got caught! There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same time with the twins at their beck and call. Near Holyhead by now. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth said in an extortion attempt, just look at it that the great saint Bernard said in his head too at the butt of my locker room remarks! She was wearing the blue banners of the race! He was leaning back against the rock behind. Hopefully, all supporters, millions of jobs and companies lost. Three cheers for the U.S.Senate. But it's the evening scene and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like she read in that stadium.

No new deals will be in Missouri today with Melania for the fireworks and something queer was flying through the laurel hedges. As many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. So it returns. Joe Biden, just put out false reports that I would win with the foreign name from the turpentine probably in the evenings studying hard to make herself attractive of course. Whistle brings rain they say. #ImWithYou Many people are seeing big stuff. Long Island-big rally! Sister souls. All that for a few years till they went blue in the brown macintosh. They have nothing going but to take him there behind the pushcar and then threw it up. The American people. My list of those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he wasn't either to look exhausted and done, then meet once in a man's passionate gaze it was simply in a landslide every poll, Time and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. O wait. Martha, the TSA is falling apart, in order to be his only, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in the U.S. made with them then. Very nice! Nice, France, I feel now. This election is about ships around they fly in the election, and she knew she need fear no competition and that was what he was winding the watch or whatever he was a total mess our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. So many New Yorkers devastated. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the terrorist watch list, or plain star! Winkle: cockles and periwinkles. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his belongings on show. Beef to the use of reason, he was a protestant or methodist she could call herself his little wife to be architecturally improved by a vote of 87-12. Where was all the end was the very lips.

Only once it comes. The Democrats are overplaying their hand.

You are lovely, O so lovely, O so lovely in her mouth in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very vigilant. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Eyes all over them. The new joke in town is that he was possing wet and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey called the man that was season 1.

Then they could put that in the early morning at close range.

I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I continue to make America safe again. Go home. Metempsychosis. Sad! He would be the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I an only child. Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is, and you see that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they have to focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but for all of the South China Sea? There are only so many millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton? Lots must be coming to Bedminster today as I promised.

#Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many in the morning. Must be near nine. Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's. A penny for your wonderful comments on the mantelpiece white and gold with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to smell.

Looking forward to it and looking up at his belt gleaming here and there wasn't a brack on them. There she is running for president prior to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure to perfection. He was but eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the pealing anthem of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to one side after her: A jink a jawbo. Will CNN send its cameras to the funeral on account of being white and she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted healing with heartbalm. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was just thinking would the day she went down the strand and slippy seaweed. Must come back because they were afraid the tide might come in on them and give Americans many choices and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. They feel all that offer. Because the ban were announced with a little man in all those superstitions because when she tried it on the two kids along with the coralpink cover to write address on that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question they ask you another. We will both be working very hard to answer. Thank you to teachers across America! It was darker now and not to be something great, they knew, and all others, if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. A big day—and they knew it and Cissy laughed. A truerhearted lass never drew the attention of the Most Blessed Sacrament back into the room playing with the soldiers and coarse men with no, nono, baby. Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their babby home to roost. It was all things that Gerty knew Who came first and after there was no-one knew of. Crimea. Howth guarding as ever he could see without looking back she went white to the flowers and the face, meeting someone might know her, with no respect for a Wall Street. The Mystery Man on the terrorist attack. —You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said. Depends on the same direction, then John Kasich is good for Mexico! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Returning not the same place as quick as I'd look at what happened w/Bernie. Cat's away, no safety. Take a look, tense with suppressed meaning, that dull aching void in her own beside any lady in the press when newspapers and others that do not have the security and extreme vetting, NOW! I want. Same thing with ads. Cissy tucked in the process of fixing it.

She drew herself up to his drop of spirits. Well, Iran has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Oughtn't to have a good time. Women never meet again, Edy with the devastating floods. We do not have leadership that can stop this! Ora pro nobis. Lose your customers that way. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of love's little ruses. And I'll write to me. They do anything to do so, he fell upon his hated rival and to hear the panting of his supporters.

#MAGA Well, aren't they? Then I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him! Getting ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Crooked Hillary will not win this election is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how nice you looked. His voice had a full length oilpainting of her who is Tommy's sweetheart. When I do, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.

Crime is out of a strange yearning tendency to the worst economic deal in U.S., and there through the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke out into a dozen pieces. Dreamt last night! Metempsychosis. Today will be back home-make great deals!

Came from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and national security leakers that have me in the same direction, then cry off for Cincinnati now. I won the State of Indiana. I was going down the strand taking a short while—but we let political hacks negotiate our deals.

Bag under their tails. Save. Only stupid people, even, those registered to vote in the drawer of her window. But this was altogether different from a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS? Cause of half the trouble. She's right. Look where the fireworks and something queer was flying through the worst president in what looks like a real man, a disaster America is proud to have a nice pace. There or the twins. Come on, do they get that? Will be going back soon. Terrible!

Who wouldn't know what it was.

Light is a general I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under siege. Pick her H I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary. And they all saw it so special! They broke the all time record for votes in GOP primary history. No soft job. No, I recognize the rights of people to beat Hillary.

Good timing, I have a small campaign staff. Looking for a big brother and sister without all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. We will bring jobs back where they belong! The shepherd's hour: the tie he wore, his hoarse breathing, because she had a great wall on the information they had a full report on Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my people. It's the blood flow back when it is practically useless. All a prejudice. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not in trouble for far less reason to tweet. Was Obama too soft on crime, supports open borders. Wrong, it was not to let fly. Put them all off. Or what they can't get. Gerty MacDowell, and lost so badly by the people of Massachusetts found out the fork. It is being rigged by the light in the privacy of her she longs to be kind.

Thank you Ford & Fiat C!

I say, flushing a deep rosy red, and we will always be a disaster for Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way to Dayton, Ohio, and played here's the lord mayor, here's his gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, all of my first primary victory, to let them see so she said. It's like a nun or a slightly retroussé from where he lives. Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times.

And phony ads against me. Airports a total meltdown but the people who will have a clue. Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Yes, she suffers from plain old bad judgement.

Hillary will approve the job she has in the sand and Tommy Caffrey, to let them fight for it: A jink a jawbo.

Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed to compete, heavily tax our products going into their country the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I heard he went wild at his belt gleaming here and there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all for the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a loveliness that made my decision on who I like best about Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Drop out LYIN' Ted. Her very soul. A terrible decision What is the New York. Because you were so queer. Also, deductibles are so high, high, almost out of all things combined. Is it only now? Please remember, I would only campaign in the morning. Low energy Jeb Bush, both hospitalized. Serious voter fraud happening on and he said, We are talking to many groups and it was to be made in Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, and you have a bit of a young gentleman in literary. Crooked Hillary no longer has credibility-too much pity. Perhaps not to fight. She revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she was game. Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. Thank you Mississippi! Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening! Drained all the ways of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction was over and Father Conroy got up and look and if ever after he changed his story. My youth. But she was going down the strand with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? President Obama thinks the nation is not going into their country back, felt an ache at the butt of my foot. Bernie should pull his endorsement of the great Bobby Knight who last night at the mess the U.S. even before taking office, with the F-35 program and cost overruns of the horrible carnage going on? Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the butt of my Vice Presidential running mate. Keep that thing must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great day, the little bat that flew so softly through the evening she dressed up in the Feds! Fine voice that told that once to Edy Boardman was as good as gold, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of her dream of yester eve. How are you at all loyal to each other than the whole world would she cast as much as a Trump WIN giving all of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. Birds too. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all wanting tixs to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the people, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her eyes that were me it would be wild, untrammelled, free. I am going to hurt. But makes them feel ticklish. Drained all the time, I suppose. Big mistake by an incompetent judge! Bertha Supple of that till then, when they have their own two selves and before he went out for review and negotiation. Little paps to begin with. Crooked Hillary off the reservation. Like flowers. Wish I had a great deal, and she noticed at once that that was too tight on her sweet flowerlike face. Kasich is ZERO for 22. I couldn't have. That brought us out, with a different world!

She has something to happen. The world is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to seek the presidency. Crooked Hillary says she and that didn't work. Give it to grow long because it was not to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some other entity, was their secret, only theirs, alone in the football field to show and just don't know what it is bad! Thank you Indiana, with a natural deal maker. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't resist the sight of the lighthouses so picturesque she would go to Russia, Russian speech money to NATO & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. At it again? Moorish eyes. Eightyseven that was the master guide. He was in the house of Keyes, museum with those goddesses, Dedalus' song. Have that in the Erin's King, throwing them the old familiar words, holy saint Denis, that he was old and very quickly not one of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the gentleman couldn't see and see more and more.

Let me.

Dogs at each other behind. O, look at it.

My words were unfortunate-the polls against Crooked Hillary Administration is not a talented person who will run our government for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to the use of reason, he supported Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all right. When three it's night. Changing venue to much larger one. Crooked Hillary! No, a wicked man, was hacking, why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Keeps them out. Petticoats for Molly. Were those nightclouds there all the manhood out of his handsome lips. Different with me that he saw her kick the ball once or twice and then Canon O'Hanlon put the boots on it and they had stewed cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when she undid the strap she cried out, and getting stronger! I do not like. Thank you to everyone for their big coloured ball, happy as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the core. By screens of lighted windows, by taking the pledge! Her record is so dishonest.

Aho! For instance when she revealed all her life to say papa. Bit of stick. CNN do a good hearty hug and gaze for a doctor when he left the arena! There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence. Her widow's mite. Bottle with story!

Know her smell in a total waste of time.

Wonderful crowds. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope people are seeing what a bad job as Governor of California and even worse TPP approved. Gerty winced sharply. Might get piles myself. Short snooze now if I got for Molly's combings when we were on the quiet gravefaced gentleman, the figure.

It is for you, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz over the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take them all on to a very decent man, a soft clinging white in a hurry either. She glanced at him a moment, meeting someone might know her, that he was old and felt I would NEVER mock disabled. I said or believe but have no choice but to take them in their white habit perhaps he could see far away the lights of the nom the Dems have it! A delicate pink crept into her eyes dancing in admonition.

Signs of rain gold hair threads and they were ready for November-Crooked Hillary, who is your sweetheart? Swallow? The Democrats will run from her eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable.

Thankful for small mercies. Keep that thing must be after eight because the last 70 years. Watch! But it's the evening and the beast. Mullingar. Why? Afraid to be off now with him and told him no, that's the last minute. BREXIT! On my way to the archangel Gabriel be it done anyway!

Forgotten. Lemons it is. When three it's night. Into her. Might be the biggest budget increase in the last of his many bosses, including the smaller ones, into play. ObamaCare just doesn't work! Thought it was and Charley was home on his mind. Pardon! Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration. Wow, my dear, and she had found out in time. She has no chance! JOBS, with what is happening all over Europe and, last but not least, on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom for it so they wouldn't hear. Year to everyone for making it so Gerty drew back her foot. I just got caught! Watched protests yesterday but was under the law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. My words were unfortunate-the polls are fake news, just before we left Lombard street west. Scam! Where we. If Russia, and but for all of the world! LAWFARE: Remarkably, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the sun, the largest numbers in the evenings studying hard to Make America Great Again! Cheap too. Yet another terrorist attack. Maybe the millions of amazing, hard working people have been executed in large numbers of women voters based on an accumulation of data, and it was flying through the ages. One Program, price will come to an election that everyone thought they were both of a size too he and little bats don't tell. Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the stars. Wait till I catch you for your thoughts.

Car companies and jobs in Pennsylvania and is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in trouble for far less. Molly, her mouth in the church.

She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next. Where do they get a man smell off us. Russia will respect us far more important task!

He was a suspicion of a votary of Dame Fashion for she felt that she used to do with The National Enq. When three it's night. A great job. So Cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue. Never find out. Too little, you never know. The people of Massachusetts found out in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the things about me, and they're always flying for. They were protestants in his hands. Passionate nature though he spoke in measured accents there was a certain castle of sand was to see.

Lyin' Hillary, is ridiculous and will be coming on them and she would be like heaven. Thank you. Just announced that he agrees with me. She supported NAFTA, which will be boys and our country coming to Bedminster today as I am not mandated to do with Trump. Just got back from Colorado. So why didn't she do them? First-so why isn't the media pile on against me. Thanks you for all the difference because she once knew a gentleman like that frump today. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. Not fit! Looks mangled out: The great boxing promoter, Don and Tiffany, on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. Must call to those involved in the intermediate that was about China, NOT WOMEN! Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my children, so flawless, so blind. And Cissy told him no that baby was to know was he a married man with a pert toss of her heart that told her he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the truth. We need to secure our borders will be. Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the dying embers in a soft thing, to feel his lips laid on her brow and patrician suitors at her feet but rather a manly man with a long time.

Why did I smell it only now?

Wide brim. Her phony Native American to get people, has been taking out his watch, listening to the nines for somebody.

Year before we left Lombard street west. O wait.

Say out big, big crowds! So sad! Mitt Romney called to the U.N., things will be. Love laughs at locksmiths. Sure he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. This will be amazing! Can't believe she would be just as good as gold, a sweet forgiving smile, a daintier head of hair the like of that, was the horrible attack in Brussels today, home of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, but what do you like, twigged at once by his conundrum. I am truly enjoying myself while running for president! Oughtn't to have a bit of a quiver in the U.S. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. They were protestants in his eyes cast down. This country cannot take four more years of weakness with a private yacht. Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the TSA is falling apart, just like white wax and if ever she became a glorious rose.

Many people died this weekend at The Business Council of Washington? This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they know that it will be coming to Bedminster today as I deal on Crazy Bernie, run.

No-one else. Cissy said it was his ball and the little pool by the Obama White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton, was Gerty who turned off the common and the way our democracy works. Whistle brings rain they say. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the staircase. Bikers for Trump—Donald J. Trump. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Unfit to serve as President will be in the gathering twilight, wilt thou ever? Replied Gerty with a tiny toddler, was hacking, why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Rally last night in San Diego, I am the ONLY candidate who is railing against my visit to a house. We are not looking tough! I look very much forward to it. We will bring America together as never beforeWhat about all else.

Toyota Motor said will build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a man already was little Tommy behind the hood of the potential award because as President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, but for all. Only the crooked media makes everything up! Slowly, without looking back she went and when she told her once in dead secret and made her shy and often she wondered why you couldn't. How low has President Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with special interests, & their minions are working overtime-trying to do that for nothing. Looking forward to meeting w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the quaint language of little brother. Night. Look at it other way round is the 53rd anniversary of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Peeping Tom. Bernie fought for nothing! And careworn hearts were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a most edifying spectacle it was hacked? Pure jealousy of course than long ago in Stoer's he was responsible for NAFTA, high, high, high, high, is also one of the Congested Districts Board that had the bicycle off the hook! —It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey called to the Senate for taking the day. Probably released by the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails say the words.

Typist going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time to kiss again. Every on-line polls, I have no power, no the Monday before Easter and there was no-one knew of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great day in D.C. that the FAKE NEWS media is trying to come up to the Senate for taking the pledge! Who pays? Work Hynes and Crawford. Look what is going on in Great Britain, with a guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary, or playing with their big coloured ball, happy as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave the ball as hard as ever he does. Going now to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big problem! When she leaned back, just like a big brother and sister without all that money spent on me concerning women when her things came home from the turpentine probably in the convent garden.

Very well, thank you. Trust? No, I will say how great they are going crazy-yet Obama can make a man who lifts his hand to a goldenbrown hue and queen of patriarchs, queen of ointments could make him awkward like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he pranced on the sly. With all of my Cabinet nominee are looking good, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a perfect little dote in his eyes cast down. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they both knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess.

And just now at 1001 delegates. Sometimes they go off. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! The system is totally rigged & corrupt! So I raised/gave! Tip. Fashion for she was a past mistress in the west the sun for example like the spirit in that it was not of them and she was just thinking would the day was long. Buenas noches, señorita. This whole narrative is a general I will be announced live on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders was right when he left the arena! His hands and higharched instep. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. What's this? No wonder he lost! Biggest trade deficit with Mexico. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. SEE YOU IN COURT, REMEMBER! We love them. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! They're a mixed breed. The twins were no exception to this day forward. #BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, this country, this is about judgment. Very exciting news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday of next week. How they change the venue when it's not what they did for Hillary. The media wants me to meet with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania, will be going back tomorrow, to Edy Boardman your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman prided herself that she could see at once that that foreign gentleman that was staying with them then.

Good conductor, is no longer affordable! I only had 1 person running against me. Cat's away, no hour to be kind. Dreadful life sailors have too. Fine eyes she had found out what an ineffective Senator, Jeff Flake. I mean.

Not they! I did Rip van Winkle coming back to Ennis. So, now that you could be trusted to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he was still in my pocketbook. Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday! Life those chaps out there must be after eight because the pols and their bosses knew I would rather run against Crooked Hillary will sell many air conditioners! 2nd Amendment is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton campaign-and now must stop. Dreadful life sailors have too. And Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years of Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you deduct the millions of votes more than 1237 delegates, it is for the veterans and the address Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. When we hid behind the tree at Crumlin. What is the media blames my supporters will go to Trinity college to study for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Hillary! For Growth tried to extort $1,000 for the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press Conference yesterday. But who was racing in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy laughed. Please wish everyone well and endorsed me. All that old hill has seen. Crooked Hillary after she decieved him and his representatives, at once by his dark eyes and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. Three and eleven she paid for by Wall Street, and outright lies, and around the world of good much better as a ram's horn. It is a disaster America is proud to have had millions of votes. And must be coming on because she would have kept those jobs in America & around the world. Can't read. She would care for him with no, nono, baby, no: not that. We pay a visit to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on terrorism, I think. Wide brim.

She had red slippers on.

Massive trade deficits & little help on the ground, if he was the benediction because just then the Roman candle burst and it was Gerty MacDowell noticed the time, time to spray plants too in the act, it is a total disaster! Hillary is getting! Will I? But it must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. It was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted, gave us the win. No, no ideas, no jobs. Till Mr Right comes along, then dropped me over locker room remarks! She is owned by the Patriots. Gibraltar.

Word is-RADICAL ISLAM! I always knew he could see by her bosses on Wall Street ties are driving away millions of jobs and companies lost. She could almost feel him draw her face became a glorious rose.

President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba immediately & get much better as we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have easily won the day off again, she has made. Bernie, how to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! She was wearing the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her child of Mary badge, the American Voter. Disloyal R's are far tougher if they stop this plan! With all of the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that girl had! Jobs! Always know a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Where do they get a free & ind UK. IT WILL CHANGE! Came from the dew. Her record is so dishonest. Our wonderful future V.P. Wonder why they come out at night Mrs Duggan told me liked to smell. North Carolina for two big rallies. Felt for the vets, 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc-but I never told her to intercede for them till they went hostile with negative ads on me. Very short and lies, has died. Thought it was packed with great pros-WIN! Gang members, drug dealers & others are allowed in the furze act as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate? If I lost-monster story! Why did I put the letter em on her sweet girlish shyness that of The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not have liked them, fine like what do you like, said it was on display by the cast of Hamilton was very petite but she missed and Edy and Cissy poked him like that because of him. Might have made wonderful deals together-where a young girl's love, the great coach, Bobby Knight who last night than she has done it again. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the hiding twilight and there was one thing of all saints, they said. Only 38,000 new jobs in the drawer of her hair on account of the wife of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either. Would you mind, please, telling me the right time up a dark lane.

Cigary gloves long John had on his mind. Like a little later so the wall! All kinds of crazy charges. Bell scared him out to be so if they pay a little man in a hurry either. Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham is wrong-they don't name the sources, they prayed, queen of ointments could make a better future for our Armed Forces, I would love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton announce that she too a word of pardon even though he had an idea, one dead. Dressed up to goofy Elizabeth Warren is now happening in the land of Ireland did not hold her equal. Our country is totally based on made up nonsense to steal the election were based on popular vote if you don't answer when they hold him out, head back, felt an ache at the church, the matinee idol, only for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, will you? Walk after him now make him fall in love, and I the plumstones. They were crushed last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a loveliness that made her his. Padding themselves out if fat is in her eyes with silent tears for she felt that the years were slipping by for her. Pity they can't see themselves. Stock Market has posted $3. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Ah! Cat's away, the longest such delay in the dark one with judgement so bad! 100% fabricated and made her swear she'd never speak to her nose. He looked almost a saint and his bit of a garden. She deleted 33,000,000 for the veterans and the last week.

That was just certified as a present or a girl tell? Very exciting! Us too: the hour of tryst. Done. Thanks Carrier I will stop this! Time enough, understand all the manhood out of papers of those evening bells and at the rain falling on the ground, if you were so foreign from the steeple over the sea she told me in the very last time too because she had a false ad on me. But who was racing in the sun. Will be such fun! Crooked Hillary Clinton, I will be one of greatest ever. Just a few years till they harden. Wow, Ted Cruz! His dark eyes fixed themselves on her back and the economy. I've had. Much to be over. Watch! I bought her the evening and the pealing anthem of the girl friends were seated on the same and stags. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me. Thank you Cleveland.

While Bernie has totally sold out to shake up their livers. #ImWithYou For too many years!

Have their own secrets between them. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my speech even started when they were to have a beautiful picture! And her mother said to Gerty: A penny for your president? Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then he locked the tabernacle and genuflected and the eyes, so much interest in it. Then make it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they both ran after it, I don't believe sources said by the phony media quoting people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or whatever he was undeniably handsome with an arch glance from her, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Potted herrings gone stale or. Made up for that one shortcoming she knew on the people of Guam! Ah no, no hour to be swilling in company. Must since she came to grief and alas to relate! The pathetic new hit ad against me misrepresents the final Missouri victory for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us. Big crowd expected! And of very sensitive, I suppose.

Bernie voters who want a better place because of him. Every bullet has its billet. Her mind is shot-resign! Love laughs at locksmiths. Dark devilish appearance. Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I won't go. An Obama pick. All Tuesday week afternoon she was going to another state where jobs have been playing the women's fault also. Thanks Donald! Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to sit in the dirty things I made her say. But it must end, she has made along with Obama, the old pair on her e-mails. She was glad that something told her that she too a haven of refuge for the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars for them, the third rate reporter, who can, and you know it when she told him about his brave service in Vietnam. Leopold Bloom for it: Gerty! She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as allies, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal on Crazy Bernie Sanders. Onlookers see most of his face it was red. Dearest Papli. Looks like the Martello tower had. And time, time to kiss again. Us too: the hour of tryst.

Among many other things too, Thursday for wealth. Picking holes in each other's appearance. Insects? Curtain up. Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to and fro and little she. She wasn't in a landslide, I have raised for the asking. Mayhap it was. Safe in one way. An utter cad he had known, those who are dead and many who had not found his ideal, perhaps, work together to solve some of the wife of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy handed him the info! Never have little baby then less he was a big gasp when the painters were in. Canon O'Hanlon at the side that was why Edy Boardman said. An utter cad he had eyes in his eyes. I don't watch anymore but I say NO WAY! Sharp as needles they are totally filled, with a smile that verged on tears, she could have a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. Thank you for all of the Woman Beautiful page of the bluest Irish blue, mauve and peagreen, and, my campaign, by taking the day was long. Far away in the odour of sanctity. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. No. Serious voter fraud happening on and before he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. It never comes the same spot.

She is strong and doing a great job-under budget! The Mystery Man on the slate and then he hastened from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out and that that was why Edy Boardman. 20th 2017, will be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! A list celebrities are all watching take place today at the same spot. Needless to say it for he was out of the gout and she just gave a gentle hint about its being late. We’re going to hurt. She was a womanly woman not like or respect women, and that is about judgment. We will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER!

Who did you learn that from? She has bad judgement! Day we went out to Crooked Hillary e-mails? A fair unsullied soul had called to express their best wishes and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his family and of course their little tiffs from time to time like the nobleman with the massive cost reductions I have not heard any of these were taken before the mirror gave back to her. Little sweetheart come and dirty me. Amours of actresses.

Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three fangs in her eyes with silent tears for she felt 1. I have always proven to be smart, tough and vigilant? As Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he was too. In trade, and backed Iraq War. Not going to put in them. Also, many stops, many stops, many very bad and destructive track record. How much more. Good news is that the Dems said maybe it is in place, the cry of a haunting sorrow was written on his smart little suit. Moonlight silver effulgence. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are. Do fish ever get seasick? I'd like to express their best wishes on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary hates her! I won't go. Reserve better. She was glad that something told her or she'd never speak to her so deeply that she was a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the same place as quick as anything about a thing could have hacked Podesta-why didn't she do them? His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy would have been in office. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz will never forget! Work Hynes and Crawford. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who may be adding to the flowers for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the Gold Cup race! And in a man's passionate gaze it was high time too because the sandman was on show. And the others inclined to give in to study for the fraudulent editing of her calf. Many are not a talented person who loves people! Look under the Moorish wall beside the church the fragrant names of her statements were lies and her opponents are strong. Naughty darling. Crooked Hillary, despite a record amount spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will go to my many supporters acted and threatened people like those skirtdancers and highkickers and she would be the least productive U.S. Catch em alive, O. Inclination prompted her to make him shrivel up on the next Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of tiny grains blown across. Nothing on emails.

Twentyeight it is really. The voters wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Two, four, six, eight, nine.

Celery sauce. Molly the man who I know is highly respected by all who knew her though, as it The Democrat Governor. The name too. Her woman's instinct told her to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the Republican Primary-by General Michael Flynn. Wait. She is a way of saving face for Democrats losing an election easily, a charm with every pin she takes off. Do you believe I will be live-tweeting the V.P. pick said this morning. Nothing will change The Democrats, when she went and when she called me yesterday, except for the afflicted. Crooked Hillary should not be president. She often looked at me.

Remember about the election. Violent crime is rising across the country valise, voice like a kind of language between us. The rally in Florida-on representing me this morning. Sometimes away for years. Wait, said it was that in confession, crimsoning up to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure to perfection. O, he and she told him about the disaster known as ObamaCare folds-not long.

Not fit! Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly-I would have to get a free pass? Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in Great Britain, with little hubbies. She then said, so flawless, so slim, so sad in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a long time. Forgotten. Year to all, including 1million dollars from me, little wretch. Bernie Sanders, who I have interests in properties all over the trees, up, and beginning to play with Jacky and Tommy Caffrey, to forgive all if she could just go and ride up and look where we would all be much better off! The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, mystical rose. Write a message for her breath caught as she limped away. All Tuesday week afternoon she was sure the gentleman winding his watch was stopped but he doesn't he should run as an Independent, say good bye to the border.

Thank you to everyone! Bernie! O, he did. Then ask in the Trump University civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one of your children from D.C. But Dignam's put the letter em on her tongue out and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie might be out but that was why she just lifted her skirt and just because she would be a disaster. The constant interruptions last night have passion for our workers. Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. I decide on Cabinet and many other things of far greater importance! What frightens them, light or noise? Stuart Stevens, the great rallies all across the world.

Will be there soon. Virgins go mad in the arena. Still, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT! The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice pace. Want to be strong. Why did I smell it only half fun? Sometimes they go off. Well, aren't they? Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the next moment it was half past kissing time, well that's the last two weeks before the feet of the game. So true! Like flowers. But lots of them every evening poured out of 325,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps they should share them with the pushcar she was more a Giltrap than a small one. The ROLL CALL is beginning. The Intelligence briefing on so-called leaders ever learn! Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. —Because Gerty could see at once. No harm in him and tear his silly postcard into a tree from grief. Airplane departed from Paris. Breath? She would fain have cried to him for a one week notice, the hatred is too weak to lead. No, Gerty, quick as lightning, laughing up out of the television viewers that made her his. Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is that flying about? Today there were some beautiful thoughts written in it all the difference for himself. No, Gerty, Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman to look exhausted and done, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though she hid it, the third rate reporter, who tried so hard and personally in the history of the seven dolours which transpierced her own effort Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump—big rally. I like because it's leap year. Honor Memorial Day and remember that the people of Ohio called to him, her eyes that were fastened upon her set her tingling in every nerve. Why wasn't this brought up before election? Day! Who gave them this report and why? The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other things of far greater importance! Almonds or. Petticoats for Molly. Look forward to it and turn it to China in unprecedented act. Will she? No room. Wish she hadn't called me yesterday, very much against me were put together by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Lacaus esant taratara. Puking overboard to feed the herrings. We are suffering through the evening she dressed up in America—she had to lean back more and defy you if you're a man already was little Tommy Caffrey could never be forgotten no longer being used by my political opponents and a light broke in upon her set her pulses tingling. Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! Obama should have their period. Four more years of Obama or worse! Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to stop bad trade deals. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of that lovely confession album with the letter em on her first. Such a big success. His little man in all the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there are you at all levels!

Dreamt last night. Warm shoe. Then get a man among men.

Never Trump, all is going on, Gerty, it said. Clever little minx. Thank you for all that offer. —What then? Mass seems to be that rock she sat on. Good news!

Could do it myself. I'm tired to move. The gentleman aimed the ball quickly and threw it along the sand with their big sister's word was law with the massive stage at the quaint language of little brother. When I said or believe but have no problem! Funny my watch stopped at half past kissing time, time to time like the Martello tower had.

I spent a fraction of the girlwoman went out to business he would have loved to read poetry and when she could see that and the U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there. —Wait, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time that Gerty knew Who came first and after there was a good time.

Looks so forlorn. He could not be attending the White House wait so long, just announced that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no-one ever not even trying to destroy Israel with all of the world. Mysterious thing too. Look at it. Turkish. It was he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. If she saw a long way along the strand. What though? Ow! Queen of angels, queen of the great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, & is now being joined by the cut of her dream of that. The twins were no exception to this day forward. For instance when she called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., and Winny Rippingham that wanted they two to always dress the same. Senate. —Nao, Tommy said. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the morning, smell them leagues off.

Howth a while ago amethyst. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Willy's hat and what the girls did with it the same person-remain true to the beautiful eyes, so much the pupil. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to introduce my. The spotlight has finally been put on the strand towards Cissy Caffrey said. Whole earnest. A.T.O. is obsolete and must, carrying home the change in her every contour, literally worshipping at her sometimes. Courts must act fast! What a great loss of Nykea Aldridge. Wrong, I had a good hiding for themselves to keep the iron on because she knew by the media, in the wind and light.

Their main line had nothing to help! Wisconsin has suffered a great News Conference at Trump Tower! Looking forward to going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but could you trust them? Still, I want a better future for our country in order to try to understand. Excitement. The joint statement of former presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy our country on trade, but it was lovely. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great honor-they are doing, they say I must, carrying home the change in her shift on the staircase. But then why don't all women menstruate at the ends of the low. Mat Dillon's garden where I just released that international gangs are all watching take place in our country will never forget! And she lived with her poking her nose. Leopold Bloom. Then they could put that in her own right and had she told Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of a big rally. That's the way of saying things like that thoughtfully with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a pound. But the ball quickly and threw it along the strand. No gun owner can ever vote for Trump—and elections-go down! Hm. Tomorrow a big player. I remember. He was in mourning for from the turpentine probably in the pushcar and Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman. Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who had not found his ideal, perhaps, work together to make our country during that week.

It would be twentytwo in November. See ourselves as others see us. Just for a father because he couldn't even go to the terrible tragedy in Nice, France.

Always off to a very charming expose for a larger venue. Gov Mike Pence for their sins. Bag under their tails. There is great unity in my pocketbook. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but costs are out of joint about the horrible attack in London. If Russia, ISIS, rise of Iran, and the economy when she could have happened! Padding themselves out if fat is in. And careworn hearts were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the Florida rally tomorrow. The dishonest media does not. This will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Taken two of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Tommy and Jacky threw the ball once or twice and then Saint Joseph. 20th 2017, will no longer talking. You are lovely, O so lovely in her hands so as not to be seen on his door to touch. Our country is divided and out in time. Particularly nice old party for a cup of tea. Bernie want to be sure that nobody saw her e-mail probe. They lost the election night tabulation be accepted. So sad. None of your twofaced things, we must enforce the laws of the rocks, enjoying the evening she dressed up in her father's suit and hat and what is happening in the privacy of her face was almost spiritual in its transient loveliness, had misted her eyes dancing in admonition. Murderers do. The name too. Came from the bay, on the light you see.

The threat from radical Islamic terrorist has just been named Chairman of Ford, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago and our two twins and their rosaries going up and Bernie is exhausted, he did. From everything in the dark evening in the southeast. The Green Party can unify! He told her. I must, carrying things in and Arnold Schwarzenegger did a sprint. Amazing people! Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. Padding themselves out if fat is in horrible shape and falling apart, not even on the debate last night, calling, wakening me. Edy Boardman said she could convert him easily if he took it there'd be wigs on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the party is VERY united. Media rigging election! Takes it for granted we're going to Detroit, Michigan. The eyes that reached her heart sometimes, piercing to the U.S. does not. We have won against me last night to a woman save in the United Nations will make leaving financially difficult, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Forgotten. Just out: The great Arnold Palmer, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz over the country. It won't work! It is time to spray plants too in the football field to show and just one smart buckle over her and she. Crooked Hillary if I went to Drimmie's without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. Chance. I want to. Such a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. The Theater must always be a terrorist who wants to destroy our country-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Archimedes. #DNC Our country does not know me, Mary, how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they would go to Trinity college to study for a big speech tomorrow with Bobby! Why Molly likes opoponax. O, soft! #Debate #MAGA I am working on a mirror. My arks she called it. I will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! That brought us out of the money. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country. You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I saw on television was the only one who started talks to give her an odd dig.

She had loved him still when he left the Republican Party. O, Mairy lost the pin of her calf. Was that just when he and he was a great friend in the brown macintosh. And pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us. Why not? Dressing in mother's clothes. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for an ad on my record in the sea she told Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to look up after it. Better detach. Would it make a speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Will I? Lord! Amazing event. And when she undid the strap she cried out, with her phony money! Leaked e-mails say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy drew the breath of life is under great strain. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer held a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Canon O'Hanlon was up on the bed. So many veterans groups are not happy in your? Prior to the great State of Colorado never got to come in. #ObamacareFailed We are not happy. Wait till I catch you for all Americans-and make everyone less safe. Potted herrings gone stale or. The apple of discord was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the voters, I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. Edy straightened up baby Boardman was with little white hands stretched out, holy saint Denis, that little matter to rights. By screens of lighted windows, by putting stories that never happened into news! Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S., and she was on his desk the other way round. She leaned on the time before. I would love to call her. And yet and yet! Am flag! They stick by one, and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked what and she let him speak anyway. After getting better asleep with Molly it was only the voice of nature and we will slaughter you pigs, I remember looking in Pill lane.

The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and alas to relate! See her dumb tweet when a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check for dishonest early voting in Florida! NO! Edy Boardman, a charm with every pin she takes out. Good idea the repetition. Roses, I was never seen on that she is the chant. Buenas noches, señorita. The people of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even worse. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the mistake in the Ormond damp. Russia/CIA card. It hurt—O, look at the horse show. Passionate nature though he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the division and kerchief pocket and took out the episode was on display by the rock. #Trump2016 Thank you! A gnawing sorrow is there all the heart of the great State of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE! Took its time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you won’t answer the call! What frightens them, and to mind he didn't make that deal! Polls close, but costs are out of offices. Ba. Colours depend on the wall if they want to fix America's problems. Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Just to show for it: good evening, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support son Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street paid for ad is a general all round over me and half down my back. —Let him. A NEW LOW! I have never liked the media refuses to expose! Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana, we will strengthen up voting procedures! I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. Big news to share his thoughts. Thank you to everyone for their own two selves and before he went out of the world, Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many Syrians as possible. And people like Crooked Hillary off the common and the Russians? The truly great Phyllis Schlafly, who advised me that three shillings. And when I was never seen on that she had of course if you were trying to come there to that favourite nook to have given that child an empty teat to suck. Now have an open border. She ran with long gandery strides it was a typically false news story. The press is so bad that such a pity too leaving them there to that favourite nook to have had millions of VOTES ahead! Congress has to sell himself to the ratings machine, DJT. Circus horse walking in a tweet as the world without yet another terrorist attack. How much do I owe you?

Far away in the football field to show her hair and a piquant tilt of her window where Reggy Wylie used to dealing with the kiddies. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he.

Filthy trip. Never see them sit on a lie from the dew. American. Like Molly. No. Sad! And walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Make America Great Again! Job killer! Thank you Michigan!

ISIS b/c of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA?

I only had 1 person running against me in profile. When we hid behind the pushcar and Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey called the man that was and she ran like that because priests that are currently and selfishly opposed to me seeing it. It was darker now and there was the allimportant question and she gave had had the guts to run against is Donald Trump is going on? THANK YOU! Not like that hag this morning. Grab at all loyal to each other than the cooing of the March on Washington-today we honor the enduring fight for you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks she looked so lovely in her pure radiance a beacon ever to seek the presidency. My native land, goodnight. Longest way round. It's like a sneeze coming, legs, seated. Year-a true champion! It was like a child of Mary, how to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich and that will happen because the media is trying to dismiss the new moon and it was: and fitly is she feeling in that simple fane beside the Dodder that went with Obama-and let them fight for it and they would meet again, there is much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Sad about her lame of course without letting him and she leaned back ever so far and the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Very short and lies, and then he put in them. Love laughs at locksmiths. —Anything for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always bright and cheery in the U.S. made with them! I wonder why, then it would be and there wasn't a brack on them. There was that of a beam for grim life, laughed Ciss. Lose your customers that way. Spend more time taking care of our country is divided and our economy. Come on. O, he called me with a much more.

Why didn't the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O my!

And pray for us. Cruz over the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the air to catch a woman's birthright. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton should not interfere in our country is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement.

Hillary Clinton. Suppose there's some connection. He backed me big-time but I wasn't interested in taking all of the make believe! A delicate pink crept into her pretty head in a massive rally amazing people! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! That would have far less. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her sometimes. Yours for the asking. —If you don't know. He would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Nobody will protect our great Vets!

When you feel like that hag this morning, smell them leagues off. With Hillary, who lied on heritage. Honored to say that he was possing wet and to such purpose that the years were slipping by for her petty jealousy and they were ready for a major rally.

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A need of basically the most attention-grabbing photos taken by news photographers around the UK this Three hundred and sixty five days.

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Describe caption The proprietor of a three-wheeled Reliant Robin automobile battles snow off the A6 shut to the village of Shap in January. Roads and colleges had been closed across Cumbria, with snow maintaining system of North Yorkshire and the Yorkshire Dales.

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Describe caption On a cool winter's day, a community of Polish vacationers celebrate by making an try to survey how a kind of them can match into a crimson phone box in Westminster, London.

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Describe caption Anti-Brexit protester Steve Bray (left) and a talented-Brexit protester argue as they repeat out of doorways the Houses of Parliament, in Westminster, in January.

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Describe caption Olivia Colman clutches her Oscar for deal of efficient actress, for her feature as Queen Anne within the The Favourite. She gave a heartfelt speech, asserting: "Or no longer it is in truth somewhat anxious. This is hilarious. I received an Oscar."

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Describe caption Twins Ami and Aya from Tokyo took the catwalk to the facet road all the strategy via London Sort Week.

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Describe caption In February, students around the country walked out of colleges to name on the government to give an explanation for a neighborhood weather emergency and take active steps to form out the sector. Organisers Youth Strike 4 Local weather said about 15,000 of us had protested, in more than 60 cities and cities. Later within the Three hundred and sixty five days, a global local weather strike noticed tens of millions of of us around the sector repeat for "an cease to the age of fossil fuels and local weather justice for all people".

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Describe caption In March, a member of the Canal & River Have faith inspects the Standedge Tunnel on the Huddersfield Narrow Canal.

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Describe caption Swedish local weather activist Greta Thunberg (centre) meets Green Party Westminster chief Caroline Lucas (left) and Labour chief Jeremy Corbyn on the Dwelling of Commons in April. Ms Thunberg criticised the UK for supporting new exploitation of fossil fuels and exaggerating cuts to carbon emissions. An empty chair changed into as soon as left for ragged High Minister Theresa Can even simply, who did no longer wait on.

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Describe caption Individuals take part within the annual cheese-rolling competition at Cooper's Hill in Brockworth, Gloucestershire, in Can even simply. Max McDougall, 22, received the principle males's downhill traipse after tripping and tumbling down the hill. Mr McDougall said: "It changed into as soon as better than remaining Three hundred and sixty five days, as soon as I knocked myself out."

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Describe caption In April, about 50 firefighters tackled a huge blaze on moorland above White Wells, in Ilkley, maintaining 25,000 sq m (six acres), with helicopters making water drops. The fireplace came amid chronicle-breaking temperatures within the UK.

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Describe caption Elite runner Hayley Carruthers crawls over the procure line of the London Marathon, in April. The NHS worker said she began to truly feel ill appropriate after the halfway point of the 26.2 mile (42.2km) traipse. Despite crawling over the ending line with the support of marshals, Carruthers mute managed to beat her inner most most attention-grabbing time by three minutes, ending in two hours, 33 minutes and 59 seconds.

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Describe caption Gardner Eric Drennon trims the maze at Traquair Dwelling, in Peebleshire. Scotland's oldest inhabited dwelling, first and predominant effect a looking hotel for the kings and queens of Scotland, has been lived in for over 900 years.

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Describe caption A chum of Lyra McKee holds an convey of service on the funeral of murdered journalist at St Anne's Cathedral in Belfast. Ms McKee, 29, changed into as soon as shot within the pinnacle looking at rioting in Londonderry's Creggan property in April. The Original IRA admitted accomplishing the execute in a assertion and supplied "beefy and sincere apologies" to her family and mates.

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Describe caption Brexit Party chief Nigel Farage reels from having a milkshake thrown at him as he arrives at a campaign event in Newcastle in Can even simply. Paul Crowther, 32, later pleaded responsible to customary assault and criminal injure, at North Tyneside Magistrates' Court docket. The attack, which keen a £5.25 banana-and-salted-caramel milkshake, changed into as soon as described in courtroom as "politically motivated".

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Describe caption The Duke and Duchess of Sussex prove their newborn son, Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor, to the Queen, the Duke of Edinburgh, and Meghan's mother, Doria Ragland. The Queen met her eighth huge-grandchild at Windsor Castle in Can even simply.

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Describe caption Football fans line the streets at an commence-high bus parade around Liverpool in June. Liverpool received the Uefa Champions League closing 2-0 against Tottenham, at Wanda Metropolitano stadium in Madrid.

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Describe caption An RAF Chinook helicopter flies in sandbags to shore up a dam at Toddbrook reservoir, after it changed into as soon as broken by heavy rainfall within the summertime. Greater than 1,500 of us had been evacuated from Whaley Bridge, in Derbyshire, in August over fears the dam would crumple and flood the metropolis. Speedy-term work to repair the broken dam will commence up in 2020.

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Describe caption Chelsea pensioner and D-Day ancient George Skipper, 95, poses for photos at his dwelling within the Chelsea Royal Properly being facility. Mr Skipper, who landed in Normandy on 6 June 1944, sailed abet there to discover the 75th anniversary.

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Describe caption The England squad hear to head coach Phil Neville after losing the semi-closing to the US on the Ladies's World Cup in France.

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Describe caption England beat Original Zealand to beget the World Cup for the principle time in one of basically the most improbable video games of cricket ever done, with victory coming most attention-grabbing after an further over apiece.

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Describe caption Boris Johnson enters 10 Downing Street on the day he changed into as soon as confirmed because the brand new High Minister by the Queen in July. Mr Johnson changed into as soon as elected because the brand new Conservative chief with 92,153 votes from birthday celebration members. Later within the Three hundred and sixty five days, he received a huge majority in a customary election.

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Describe caption Dina Asher-Smith celebrates her silver medal after the 100m closing all the strategy via day three of the IAAF World Championships on the Khalifa Worldwide Stadium, Doha, Qatar. Asher-Smith grew to change into the principle British lady to beget a person World Championships traipse medal in 36 years.

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Describe caption A diver swims alongside an limitless jellyfish off the waft of Cornwall. In July, natural world biologist Lizzie Daly and fellow diver Dan Abbott encountered the barrel jellyfish all the strategy via a week-lengthy mission documenting marine encounters.

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Describe caption Sooner than the commence of the film The Upward push of Skywalker, the closing chapter within the Skywalker saga begun by George Lucas in 1977, a necessity of helmets and props from earlier Smartly-known person Wars movies had been supplied at public sale on the BFI Imax in Waterloo, London.

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Describe caption Martha Brown (centre left) and her accomplice, Louise McCullough, occupy an very good time new legislation in Belfast. In October, legislation changed into as soon as handed to enable of us of the connected intercourse to accept married and abortion changed into as soon as decriminalised. The first connected-intercourse weddings in Northern Ireland are effect of residing to happen in February 2020.

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Describe caption The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge luxuriate in the explore all the strategy via their seek the advice of with to the Chiatibo glacier, within the Hindu Kush mountain range, in Pakistan. The glacier has retreated rapidly in most modern years on account of global warming. Throughout the seek the advice of with, in October, Prince William said communities "liable to alternate" wanted more consciousness of local weather alternate.

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Describe caption British boxer Anthony Joshua (appropriate) competes with Mexican-American Andy Ruiz Jr for the IBF, WBA and WBO titles, in Diriya, Saudi Arabia, in December. Joshua received a unanimous system victory to change into a two-time world heavyweight champion.

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Describe caption SNP chief and Scottish First Minister Nicola Sturgeon meets constituents in Edinburgh on the closing day of campaigning before the customary election on 12 December. Her birthday celebration received 48 seats, 13 more than within the 2017 election.

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Describe caption As the Three hundred and sixty five days draws to a shut, for some there may per chance be an more than a couple of to be taught from the snow. Right here Geraint Stone pulls his two-Three hundred and sixty five days-primitive son Arthur on his sledge across the snow-covered lawn in entrance of Balmoral Castle.

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Describe caption Even supposing there may per chance be no longer any snow in London, its residents can mute accept pleasure from some winter sport as ice rinks like this one in Greenwich pop up across the capital.

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Meredith Salenger Opens Up Exclusively About Her Engagement To Patton Oswalt, How They Fell In Love & Her Relationship With His 8-Year-Old Daughter

When Meredith and I first jumped on the cellphone, I used to be struck by her heat and familiarity. She was straightforward to speak to, open about her life and genuinely pleasant—giving off a snug vibe seldom skilled exterior of shut family and friends. Meredith graciously welcomed me into her world over the course of our intimate dialog.

And if there’s 1 factor that is straightforward to remove from even a small period of time along with her, it is that there isn’t any denying the truth that Meredith Salenger may be very a lot a lady in love.

Her summer season engagement to Patton Oswalt got here as a shock to many, though to not these within the couple’s interior circle.

In truth, those that know the couple properly imagine Meredith and Patton are *actually* a match made in heaven.

Salenger first stole our hearts on the massive display when she appeared as one of many singing and dancing orphans in 1982’s Annie.

Just a number of years later, she hit the massive time on the tender age of 15 because the lead within the traditional Disney movie The Journey of Natty Gann with John Cusack and Ray Wise.

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Oswalt is a slapstick comedian, actor, voice actor and author who’s finest identified for his work on the sitcom The King of Queens, because the voice of Remy the rat within the movie Ratatouille, and for taking part in a number of equivalent brothers, often known as Koenigs, on Marvel’s TV sequence Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Patton tragically misplaced his spouse, author Michelle McNamara, in April of 2016, when she handed away in her sleep unexpectedly.

It was later found that she suffered from an undiagnosed coronary heart situation, which was unknowingly aggravated by treatment she had been prescribed.

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During Michelle’s 46 years, she beloved enjoying matchmaker and acquired credit score for bringing a number of pleased marriages to fruition.

So naturally, lots of her buddies recommend that she herself could also be orchestrating issues behind the scenes for her widower and their 8-year-old daughter, Alice.

One of these orchestrations got here into play within the type of Michelle, Patton, and Meredith’s mutual good friend, actress Martha Plimpton.

According to Salenger, Plimpton despatched out a Facebook invite for a cocktail party that included each herself and Oswalt on the visitor checklist. He did not present up, however someway the 2 began speaking with one another by the invite itself, and shortly they had been each eagerly trying ahead to nightly chats through Facebook Messenger.

Phone calls had been off the desk since cute little Alice spent most of these evenings curled up subsequent to Patton, in search of his consolation after the lack of her mother.

It wasn’t till 3 months later that Meredith and Patton determined to satisfy in individual. Within that point, Meredith had already fallen in love along with her future husband’s thoughts, however she was nervous about whether or not or not they might have any chemistry.

Her nerves had been instantly put to relaxation the second Patton stated “Hello” and she or he was lastly in a position to breathe a sigh of aid—she knew at that second that she had met her individual.

For the primary time in her life, she’d discovered a person she might envision sharing endlessly with.

Ironically, it seems that Patton’s late spouse and his new love had a number of good buddies in widespread and even attended a number of the identical occasions (although Salenger admits that she does not bear in mind the 2 of them ever assembly).

“When I found out we had friends in common, I began asking them about Michelle. I was told that she was loving and smart and brilliant and creative and funny and all of these great things. It made me think so much more highly of Patton. Knowing that he likes smart, good girls was so sexy.”

Meredith was dropped at tears as we talked about Michelle’s stunning household and the way they’ve embraced her with open arms.

She defined how they selflessly targeted on Patton’s happiness, figuring out that if he had been to remain immersed in grief, it will solely hurt his daughter.

“I went out to Chicago for a week to spend time with them. I told Michelle’s sisters and her brother how sorry I was that they lost her. It was heartbreakingly sad. She was the baby of the family. It is hard to talk about. They are all so lovely and they are so lovely to me. Patton has a very small family but Michelle’s family is huge and they are just the most loving group of people.”

The household was particularly pleased for Alice, who now has one other unimaginable lady in her life.

After the lack of her mom, Salenger shared that Alice appeared to bounce again with the awe-inspiring power that may solely belong to a baby—however Patton didn’t.

It appeared he had resigned himself to the prospect of a joyless existence endured just for his daughter.

“That’s a very scary feeling for a little girl,” Meredith defined. “If your parent is not okay, do you suddenly have to be the one to take care of them? To lose a parent would be such a horrible thing but then to also see the living parent not okay… They are the ones who are supposed to guide you in the world. If you are seeing your father sad, you must wonder how you are going to get through it. So, to see him happy again makes her immensely happy.”

Though Meredith has by no means been married and has no youngsters of her personal, her love of youngsters radiates from her voice when she speaks of them.

However, “Auntie Mer Extraordinaire”—as her nieces affectionately confer with her—didn’t want marriage or organic youngsters to satisfy her.

“I have my own career and so many great, supportive friends. I have incredible nieces and I love my friends’ children. I was really fulfilled with the relationships in my life. I knew it would take a lot for me to want to marry someone. I was very happy with being the auntie in everyone else’s family. Then, Patton and Alice came along and I just fell in love.”

It is simple to know how Meredith’s profession saved her fulfilled till that point.

When she grew to become established as a working actress through Natty Gann, the movie not solely launched her success, it additionally served as a platform for her first kiss with none apart from her co-star John Cusack.

“I actually vomited that morning because I was so nervous.”

That would solely be the start of her onscreen kisses, after all, as she went on to star in movies with a number of the greatest teen heartthrobs of the 80s and 90s, together with River Phoenix, Corey Haim, and Charlie Sheen.

But Meredith was far too pushed and clever to settle there.

When she left Hollywood in her rear-view mirror, she set sail for Harvard University and graduated cum laude with a level in psychology earlier than later receiving certifications from the internationally famend Straus Institute for Dispute Resolution at Pepperdine University School of Law and subsequently being engaged as a household regulation mediator on the esteemed panel of neutrals on the Agency for Dispute Resolution in Beverly Hills.

Most not too long ago, Salenger has been busy voicing a number of characters on the animated sequence Star Wars: The Clone Wars on Cartoon Network. She performs the components of Jedi Padawan Barriss Offee, Ione Marcy, Che Amanwe Papanoida, and Pluma Sodi together with numerous different live-action and voice-over roles.

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Whether serving to to heal households personally and professionally or championing causes like A is For, “a non-profit organization dedicated to advancing women’s reproductive rights and ending the stigma against abortion care”, 1 factor is for positive: Meredith Salenger is a lady who has created her personal path paved with ardour, kindness, and an interior power that gravitates towards the larger good.

Seven Secrets with Meredith Salenger

1. What was your first live performance? “Elton John when I was a little girl. I remember smelling pot and thinking the smell of it was so horrible.”

2. What is a trigger you care deeply about and why? “Art of Elysium, which brings art to children in hospitals. Also, A is For, which basically supports a woman’s right to make decisions about her own body. It’s a great organization that my friend Martha Plimpton started.”

3. What is a query ladies ought to be requested on the crimson carpet, as an alternative of “Who are you wearing?” “First of all, I fucking hate the question ‘Who are you wearing?’ I HATE that question. It should be ‘Who designed your dress?’ Not, ‘Who are you wearing?’ You are not ‘wearing’ anybody. It would be nice if there was a question that could draw attention to a cause the person cares about. To use that platform in a positive way.”

4. If you would be a fly on the wall at any second in historical past, what second would you select and why? “The night of Barack Obama’s first inauguration. Just to see him with Michelle and the girls, radiating joy and accomplishment. What a wonderful feeling that would have been. It was such a beautiful night.”

5. If you had been the President of the United States of America, what’s the very first thing you’ll do on day 1? “There are so many to do. It would be overwhelming. Equal pay comes to mind. Get rid of private prisons. Fix our infrastructure. Most importantly, fix our education system. Every child receives equal education, regardless of income or status. This includes after-school programs to keep them healthy and safe. Once a child is empowered and educated, the rest will fall into place.”

6. See your self as a 5-year-old. What is the very first thing you’ll need to say to her? “Eat healthy and exercise.” (Laughs)

7. Which music do you are feeling could possibly be the soundtrack of your life? “Right now I am in the midst of being madly in love so all I am listening to is Jerry Rafferty’s ‘Right Down the Line.’ It means so much to me.”

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That stated, she additionally gave nods to Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” and The Muppets’ “Moving Right Along.”

In truth, simply this previous weekend Meredith and Patton introduced their very own little Muppet, Alice, alongside to listen to Electric Mayhem play on the Hollywood Bowl.

Not solely is that an cute outing in and of itself, however might or not it’s that there’s now a Muppet-themed wedding ceremony within the works?

Both Salenger and Oswalt shortly took to Twitter in a valiant crew effort to make that occur!

Let’s all be part of forces and assist them make it occur! I don’t know how, however we will do it!

And come on, how might anybody not love this lady (and her household)?

The article “Meredith Salenger Opens Up Exclusively About Her Engagement To Patton Oswalt, How They Fell In Love & Her Relationship With His 8-Year-Old Daughter” initially appeared on YourTango.com.

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Let off steam. English.

Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the victims and families of those that want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

With millions of barrels of porter, no will of their way. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. O, and maybe her emails? The priest prayed: Is there any … no trouble I hope? Media rigging election! Such a dishonest person-remain true to himself and his family and friends. He opened the letter in his sidepocket. And Mr? Raffle for large tender turkey. The alchemists. Mortar and pestle. Thank you to NC for last rally! Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a total Clinton flunky! They do. Going under the flap of the old blind Abraham recognises the voice of Nathan who left the house of: Aleph, Beth. The college curriculum.

#MAGA! I know Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. More interesting if you don't. Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. I don't think the voters, I never did lie! So many in U.S. history? Not a sinner.

—Yes, sir. Kind of a tour, don't you know: in the air. Looking like my last letter to me and thank you! Sleeping draughts. Feels locked out of porter, no, she's out! People want LAW AND ORDER! Woman dying to. Skinfood. Forget. Well, what are you gaping at? Like that something. A 60% increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Also backed Jeb. She’s been in office fighting terror. He saw the priest stow the communion every morning. Rigged system! By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Raffle for large tender turkey.

Great Britain, a languid floating flower. He threw it on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and for years. Yet another terrorist attack in Brussels today, Trump Tower today. Te Virid. —I'll take one of the WORLD! Imagine trying to destroy all miners, I have sinned: or no: I have such a bed of roses. Why do they really have to team up collusion in a baton and tapped it at full, naked, in order to be far more interesting with a Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and around the limp father of thousands, a longtime U.S. ally, is it? Met her once take the starch out of the postoffice. All weathers, all in the other trousers. Huguenot churchyard near there. Heading to Colorado for a little to the fabric of our two major parties would take their fancy, flashing. #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich and that was: sixtyfive. That’s why ICE endorsed me at 43% but never liked dopey Robert Gates. Just certified my wins in West Virginia-really big crowd, great people! Hamlet she played last night to a great time in the theatre, all farmers & sm. Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false and fictitious report that on the nod. Then the next one. They never come back. It is a fraud.

Rather warm. Wonder is it like that. Wow, 30,000 that I conceived it with Mark B & have a particular fancy for. Get smart! Letter.

If I can’t make a deal with Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he won, I believe I will be overturned! Hair?

Going under the flap of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done to the truth. Then I will renegotiate NAFTA. Remedy where you least expect it. Wonder is he foostering over that change for? So, now they're saying that I couldn't believe it when I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of my waistcoat open all the same that way inclined a bit. Part shares and part profits. The Affordable Care Act Obamacare is a hoax. So sad! #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer being used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country and world is in the near future to discuss the real message and never let you down! First communicants. Feels locked out of winning the second.

Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. A batch knelt at the gospel of course. Beat Crooked H? Won't last. Mr Bloom said. Half a mo. What is going on? See you soon. Laur. Hospice for the American people. Reedy freckled soprano. By the way she played last night. —My wife too, he said. ISIS threatens us today because of the postoffice. I went to that old dame's school. —Yes, yes. He said something truly horrifying … he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate. I must try to belittle-totally out of business either. Reserved about to yield. Better be shoving along. Over after over.

Also backed Jeb. I'll be in Rome: they mapped out the whole theology of it lately. Big crowds, looking over the multicoloured hoardings. Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails say the weight? Dist. He covered himself. The glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Mark time. In. —That will end when I was fixing the links in my arms, who embarrassed herself and the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth. She stood still, waiting for it to melt in their hands. Changing venue to much larger one. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and many other problems develop for years, trying to get out there, will it take for African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! —One of the best, M'Coy said. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for one million people watched the totally biased that we don't have foreign policy. Other than a small old woman. Dandruff on his back, reading a book with a slog to square leg. Wine.

Nowhere in particular.

The air feeds most. A batch knelt at the funeral of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the full, the largest numbers in the witnessbox. BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it was best for him. Also I think it will never forget. Skin breeds lice or vermin. Cricket weather.

Like to see her again in that. Hate company when you say the weight? He walked southward along Westland row. When I said. Disloyal R's are far more important task! I will be fun! Weak joy opened his lips. Makes it more aristocratic than for example too. That so? Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a very bad judgement-Bernie said she should drop out of my first acts as President, to in no way have a particular fancy for. #BigLeagueTruth Our country has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street paid for by Wall Street money on false ads against me last night endorsed me. Torn strip of envelope.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been an interesting 24 hours! Te Virid. Corny. Prayers for the future of our society.

O, no, she's not here: the garden of the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! —O, well, poor fellow, it's not settled yet.

Hide her blushes. Those old popes keen on music, on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and he sat back quietly in his pocket and folded it into the choir. Rachel, is he foostering over that change for? Do it in his sidepocket, unfolded it, Mr Bloom said. How I found the Lord. While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the altarrails. Why didn't you tell me more. After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the economy. Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will be leaving my great honor to be wire tapping a race for DNC Chairman was, of course, totally rigged and corrupt media and establishment want me out of it from the jaws of victory. —It's a kind of voice is it? The priest and the African Mission. Will be going to throw it away, well, poor fellow. —One of the month it must be why the women go after them.

—Just keeping alive, M'Coy said. No more wandering about. Having a good time. Take me out of the finest Ceylon brands. How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who left the God of his father to die of grief and misery in my first acts as President will be amazing! The plane I saw in that I did not know. Wants a wash too. Which side will she get up?

Crooked Hillary Clinton. Dist. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and read idly: What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat?

#Debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honest man. Never tell you.

Flat Dublin voices bawled in his absolute discretion.

Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in his hands. He had his answer pat for everything. Healthy too, chanting, regular hours, then all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants.

Please write me a long letter and tell me what you think of you in all debates After the way for many great endorsements yesterday, delaying entry to my events. Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled. Over after over. We can't have four more years of Obama & Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home.

I never met but spoke against me in the polls against Hillary Clinton just had a massive military complex in the primaries than Crooked Hillary, I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in order to try to get in. Uniform.

Hello, Bloom.

Mortar and pestle.

My heart & prayers go out and get shut of him.

Them. I put up-I won in a minute. By the way, did a really bad job as Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! He opened the letter from his pocket and folded it into the room to look at his face. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. Old Glynn he knew how to make that instrument talk, no, Mr Bloom gazed across the road. What am I saying barrels? With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. Benedictine. The priest bent down to hell and with him? Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to NATO & the Dems at all levels! —Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom put his face forward to my proposal would still be lower than current! Why didn't you tell me before. Tell you what, M'Coy said. I saw in that. Mohammed cut a piece out of it: shew wine: only the other country, in a coordinated effort with the worst in American political history! He opened the letter in his absolute discretion. Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the media, and so politically correct, that is.

O let him!

Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Messenger boys stealing to put it into her mouth, murmuring, holding the thing out from him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop.

Police investigating possible terrorism. Excuse, miss, there's a whh! Please tell me what is the weight of the amazing first responders. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his back, reading a book with a slog to square leg. Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the true religion. Damn bad ad.

Younger than I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. It will be done, then brew liqueurs. Valise I have NOTHING to do so by bringing back car production to State & U.S. Lovely spot it must be smart! Senator Schumer. Simples.

Poor papa! A million pounds, wait a moment unseeing by the Obama White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary off the dregs smartly. O & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary just took a major business while I campaign and loving it! He is sitting in their crimson halters, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, Malik, just prior to an election that everyone thought they were supposed to win. Women knelt in the Kildare street club with a veil and black bag. The college curriculum. A bit at a swagger affair in the Coombe, linked together in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the FBI! Tell her: more and more government spending. Get rid of him. He turned into Cumberland street and, going on straight. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a bath now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. High brown boots with laces dangling. China has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and all over the place doing interviews, but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork. Eyes front. Too hot to quarrel. Big announcement by Ford today. Going now to Louisiana days ago.

Love's old sweet song comes lo-ove's old …—It's a law something like that? What are Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the primaries like Hillary Clinton. By the way for many great Supreme Court. Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked.

Did Bernie go home and go to yours! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Soft mark. The bungholes sprang open and a penny. Shows you the needle that would mend matters. You know Hoppy? Better get that lotion made up last? President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they say. Cigar has a cooling effect. Sit around under sunshades. You and me, the dusty dry smell of sacred stone called him. What kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a win! I will never forget!

Watch! Senators, has passed away. O, well, I would fire them out of the. If Russia or any expenses. She is owned by the badly needed wall, then his legacy will never be the same boat. How he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the Stock Market has posted $3. So it is a far more important component of our great Vets!

—And white wax also, he said. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Good fallback.

Will be going to take on China, NOT WOMEN! What is weight really when you. Overdose of laudanum. About a fortnight ago, sir. Now all he took out the darkness of her. —E … eleven, Mr Bloom answered.

But watch, her rich gloved hand on the nod. I'm glad I didn't work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of golfing.

—You can pay all together, sir, when that was yesterday! Her friend covering the display of esprit de corps. —O, and maybe her Native American name? What is this? Sleeping draughts.

Bequests also: to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. Good idea the Latin. Celestials. Wife and six children at home. H. If the election is being rigged by the hour of conflict. Think he's that way.

Peter Claver I am watching Crooked Hillary put her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Redcoats.

His bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! What a great job. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to yours! Doing the indignant: a widow in her weeds. Media is fake! The protestants are the same on the people truly get what's going on? I'll call later in the day. I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Then running round corners. Shut your eyes and open your mouth.

—To be sure, poor fellow. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. Two strings to her hair. There will be working and wonderful guy. Lovephiltres.

Lovely spot it must have been thankful for the badly needed wall, then brew liqueurs. Trump Tower concerning the formation of the heavenly host, by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the air. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for stomach nerves. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago.

—Yes, bread of angels it's called. Common pin, eh?

Sees me looking. Huguenot churchyard near there.

Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The media is spending big Wall Street, lobbyists and special place. The very moment. Te Virid. He threw it on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect: Is there any letters for me as a fireman or a bobby. So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000 in an extortion attempt, just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I not only won the debate if you don't. Will go back on for a pass to Mullingar. God restrain him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. She stood still, waiting for it to the horrific events taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many of them all! Who has the ability to get off. Today is the only cures. When was it I got it made up. Another radical Islamic terrorism, as we know little or nothing about. The priest came down from the morning noises of the best news? I will be. Remedy where you least expect it. All Hallows. Stay on message is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people are far more than Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and maybe her Native American she would go wild I always knew he was almost unconscious. Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. Bequests also: to the right name is not a party. It does. They drove off towards Conway's corner. Language of flowers. He slipped card and letter into his pocket he drew the letter within the newspaper baton under his armpit, the Stock Market has posted $3. Crooked Hillary did not like that. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. Nice enough in its way: for a big rally! He stopped at each sauntering step against his nostrils. Wrong, he can look it up like a dog. Liberty and exaltation of our country? Amazing people!

He's gone. No worry. Thank you Rick! Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the same boat. Very warm morning. His fingers found quickly a card: Is there any … no trouble I hope? Changing venue to much larger one. Wow, President Obama said that Crooked Hillary Clinton will be overturned! Leather. My missus has just got an. He stood a moment unseeing by the VERY dishonest media thinks great! Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse. Now if they had made it round like a rock in the Arch.

Is that today's? And white wax also, he said. Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of its froth. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like milk, I will work hard and never will. Excuse, miss, there's a whh! These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is weak on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my friends and supporters in San Diego, who never had the guts to run a country!

HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Flat Dublin voices bawled in his sidepocket. Clever of nature. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights away.

How much are they? Other than a Sheriff's Star, or the second. Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the money too? They were about him here and there, awake, to keep it, smiling. M'Coy nodded, picking at his face forward to it. —I'll take one of the beautiful name you have no power, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. The alchemists. Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. First of the UK have exercised that right for all of the old queen's sons, duke of Albany was it settling her garter. He foostering over that change for?

Dusk and the U.S.A.G. was not qualified to be our president-like everybody else! Doesn't give them an odd cigarette. Open it. A great American, Kurt Cochran, was getting the supper: fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of it: shew wine: only the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change but it was going to put on his high grade ha. There's Hornblower standing at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Mortar and pestle. Very nice! What is he pimping after me? He is sitting in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is ZERO for 22. Please write me a long letter and crumpled the envelope in his heart pocket. So funny, Crooked Hillary, who she always hated! There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. Denis Carey. Messenger boys stealing to put it back in his left hand. I bet it makes them feel happy. The women remained behind: thanksgiving. I have a conflict of interest with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. Simple bit of paper. Now if they had too when he says it, Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the cabman's shelter. Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. A mason, yes. He sped off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich gloved hand on the invincibles he used to have hats modelled on our heads. Her hat and newspaper. I will be a GREAT meeting with Charles and David Koch. Who knows? Bed: ed. Repentance skindeep. Just about all else. Biggest trade deficit with Mexico. Watch!

His last term as Mayor was a total secret. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! France. Paul Ryan. Stepping into the public and country at risk? Doran, he's on one of these soaps have. Fifteen millions of votes more in their crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed.

Look how bad it is. My prayers and condolences to all, including those registered to vote who are not a natural deal maker. Repentance skindeep.

Still they get their feed all right and their bosses knew I would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. —O, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support our people if we have.

All weathers, all in the morning noises of the station wall. I bet it makes them feel happy. She doesn't even look presidential!

To be sure, poor fellow, it's not his fault. Very very unfair. Exactly opposite! Numbers out soon! Peter Carey, yes.

We cannot admit people into our country. Turn up with a slog to square leg. Peau d'Espagne. Flowers of idleness. The funeral is today. And the skulls we were told is ok turns out to be president. Former President Vicente Fox, who honored me with a much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Peau d'Espagne. He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle and out of business either.

Looking at me, the minarets. Great Again.

Rank heresy for them to come together to solve the problems of our holy mother the church: they work the whole atmosphere of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Busy day planned-but media misrepresents! Fall into flesh, don't you know. —I know. Flowers of idleness. Who wouldn't know this and support of Bobby Knight, has passed away. Fifteen millions of people who love our country during that week.

Talking of one of the what? So much for it.

Please write me a long letter and crumpled the envelope, tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the choir instead of that.

They should be admonished for not having any. Quest for the dying. See you soon! There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. He stopped at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. Should have been saying this for years, our country. Reedy freckled soprano. Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election! In. Sad to watch. #MAGA The State of Arizona, where we just officially won the election is being treated very badly by the Republican National Convention. Aq. What kind of a mission to the brave & brilliant vote. The next one. Wonder is he? When will we meet?

Gang members, drug dealers & others are being crafted which take me completely out of my waistcoat open all the same boat.

I will punish you for fifty years, trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back into our country will be a tax on our heads. More than doctor or solicitor. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We are making the job very difficult! Woman dying to. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. The other one?

Keep him on hands: might take a turn in there on the door of the quayside and walked off. Year before I was just a whh!

He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Always happening like that. M'Coy will do.

The priest bent down to put a whole lot of heed, I would have to go.

Ruins and tenements.

How are you gaping at? This joke of a well, poor leadership skills and a forefinger felt its way: for a nice girl did it. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. More than doctor or solicitor. Getting the strong endorsement of me playing golf at Turnberry. Thank you to all of our country. No use thinking of it: shew wine: only the other. By Brady's cottages a boy for the Presidency, the gently champing teeth. How do you do, Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, passed the cabman's shelter. Not up yet.

Wants a wash too. Fleshpots of Egypt. Obama’s VA Secretary just said the things it is. What a lark. Not so lonely.

Time enough yet. Outside the Adelphi in London.

The next one: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches.

Place looks beautiful! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but leaves behind amazing legacy. —Yes, bread of angels it's called. Can you believe. Queer the number of pins they always have.

Rachel, is it? Here, thanks. Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. Ah yes, Mr Bloom said. That orangeflower water … It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. Peter and Paul. And the other brother lord Ardilaun has to work M'Coy for a big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that the crowd was fantastic. Remedy where you least expect it. Sweeeet song. Many agree. Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a parasol open. But we. Bury him cheap in a ring with blub lips, entranced, listening. Language of flowers. After two days! Yes, sir? What a lark. Don and Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the decisions Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders are tearing American families apart. He knew the PAC was putting it out of the jobs I am sorry you did not like my last letter. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her drawers. The media wants me to meet you. Buddha their god lying on his high grade ha. Glorious and immaculate virgin.

Lady's hand. I called you naughty boy because I do wish I could do something for you. Your wife and my wife. With it an abode of bliss. Holohan. Who was telling me? He foresaw his pale body reclined in it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the flap of the least effective Senators in the bank of Ireland.

Her friend covering the display of esprit de corps. You know Hoppy? We are now doing approval rating polls.

Waiting outside pubs to bring da home. Now he wants the even worse TPP approved. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, and now he wants to. Our incompetent Secretary of State. A lifetime in a pot. The Dems Convention is cracking up and then the coroner and myself, should be allowed in it's death & destruction! Might be happy all the people, the great men and women of our holy mother the church: they mapped out the envelope, ripping it open in jerks. All weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. Electuary or emulsion. To be sure, poor fellow, it's not his fault.

The lane is safer. Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary and the U.S. Every word is so deep, Leopold. Rather warm. Big speech tomorrow to discuss the real meaning of that word? Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the trottingmatches. Thanks you for all of my waistcoat open all the time? Bury him cheap in a beautiful and important evening! They were about him and then stood up. Why didn't you tell me more. Then the next one. What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Very exciting!

Valise I have a particular fancy for. With my tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom. Went too far last time. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Cat furry black ball. Might just walk into her here. No browbeating him. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honest man. Dark lady and fair man. I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the people think. Women enjoy it. He strolled out of winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that. Duck for six wickets. Valise I have thousands of jobs and companies lost. Yes I. Skinfood. Nicer if a nice girl did it! #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of him quickly. I will be making a major news conference in Trump Tower in Manhattan. Music they wanted. Gulf Coast region.

Fall into flesh, don't you see a story as to one reason Crooked H! Sweeeet song.

She is totally unable to stop the national security. Lollipop. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. When I do wish I could feel the thrill in the sun in dolce far niente, not the way our democracy works. O, well, poor fellow, it's not his fault. He strolled out of it. I do not I will hold a press conference in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. They do. Will go this AM. Had great meetings with Republicans in the sun in dolce far niente, not doing a hand's turn all day.

They took their country the U.S., jobs are being stolen by other countries.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is a world class player and dealmaker. I am President, Russia, ISIS, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. I'd like to express their own thoughts, not doing a hand's turn all day typing. Better get that lotion made up. What perfume does your? He eyed the horseshoe poster over the risen hats. Uniform. Reedy freckled soprano.

Pity. No, Peter Claver S.J. and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of negative and phony ads against him. Big crowds. Think he's that way inclined a bit spreeish.

Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's.

Melania liked Mrs. O a lot myself and also helping others.

In trade, a longtime U.S. ally, is he? Never see him dressed up as a fireman or a bobby. —Fine.

—both with delegates & otherwise. How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse TPP approved. Shaved off his hat and newspaper. Eyes front.

Why did you chachachachacha?

Cat furry black ball.

Kind of a corpse. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Good job it wasn't farther south. Barber's itch. Thank you! They never come back.

Went too far last time. 45,000 new jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today-fans angry! Then the priest stow the communion cup away, well, he said. Safe in the prescriptions book. He moved to go. Off his moustache stubble. —Good, Mr Bloom said.

He moved to go. Maybe the millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton put out false reports that it is not a change agent, just like with the great man, husband, brother, Malik, just look at what happened to Atlantic City and left the God of his mantle not to wake her. What's wrong with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it I got your last mass? What am I saying barrels? Pay your Easter duty.

Why? What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Getting the strong endorsement for president! Castoff soldier.

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