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Jim’s Best Friend

Part Twenty One - Talking Technology, 1/2

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Author’s Note: I am back baby! Ya bitch has been binge watching and doing her very best to prepare for more Jim Halpert. Obviously, I should remind everyone that changes are going to be much more prominent now, the main one being Pam’s lack of presence. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!!

WARNING: descriptions of making out none.

For previous chapters click here.

March, 2008.

"Oh, right, of course I can." Y/N said with a smile, looking to the camera. "So, a lot has happened in the last few months." She let out a laugh, looking out into the office. "Uh, Pam left for Albany in November, now part of the design team for Dunder Mifflin, which is awesome. I head up at the weekends every now and then to see her, Jim too. We're all missing her like crazy." She smiled softly, looking up as another question was asked. "Oh, yeah! Well, I am working here again, obviously. Met with Michael in September, and I trained with Pam for a little while, and I'm currently filling in as receptionist. Company isn't in dire need of salespeople, but I'm back and grateful and happy to be home." It was clear on her face, in her eyes. She was happy to be sat there. "Jim? Well, uh, he withdrew from the corporate job, broke up with Karen, you know, it's been nice to work in the same office again, friends again..." She glanced out the window, a frown forming on her face as a young man with a lacklustre amount of facial hair and a over priced haircut walked in. "Ryan got the job, with my idea..." she said with annoyance in her voice, and looked back at the camera. "But at least I don't see him everyday."

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"What's with the long face?" Jim asked you with a shit-eating grin, taking his freshly brewed cup of coffee from your hands and moving some paperwork for you to take a seat on his desk, your own mug in hand. He had reclaimed his desk after you left, which was great for you both, now being able to see each other without any obstacles. He knew exactly why you weren't happy, Michael and Dwight bickering with Ryan in the other room. The kid had gotten a pay rise and a New York corporate job on the back of your idea, and even though you had quit before his interview for the job, he had taken full credit despite it being a team effort.

"I think I might head up to Albany, see Pam this weekend." You quickly changed the subject, and Jim nodded, turning to his computer and starting an email. You squeezed his shoulder, heading over to reception, what had been your new desk for 5 months now, and you began on some copies for Creed when an email came through:

Y/N, I regret to inform you that you won't be able to do that trip to Albany this weekend. Jim

You glanced over, raising an eyebrow to him before sending a reply:

Jim, Thank you for bringing this to my attention. What is stopping me from this trip? Y/N

You got up after sending it through, sorting the copies and setting them on Creed's desk, heading back to your own as the phone rang.

"Dunder Mifflin, this is Y/N. How can I help you today? Uh huh... Putting you through." You quickly transferred a call to Andy with a nod, a new email in your inbox.

Y/N, I was thinking I finally introduce you to my parents over dinner, Friday night? Jim

Your heart skipped a beat, and you glanced over the desk to see an ever so familiar dorky smile on Jim's face, the brown-haired beanpole doing his best not to look over at you.

Jim, Albany can wait a week. Y/N

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September, 2007.

You were well aware that if anyone walked in, you were screwed to oblivion, but Jim was kissing your neck as you sat on your old desk, and his hands held tight on your waist as he brought his lips back to yours, both of you too caught up in the moment to give a damn. It was only after Hugh called out from the hall that the pair of you broke apart, you trying to catch your breath before responding.

"Sorry, Hugh. Just a minute." You called out, and as footsteps slowly became quieter Jim let out a laugh that threw his head back and left him with tears in his eyes. You tried to stop the smile on your face widening, instead punching his shoulder in response.

"Oh, come on Y/N, you're acting like I ruined your night." Jim grinned, and you locked eyes with him. They were soft, and inviting, the kind anyone would get lost in. You tugged him down by his tie and kissed him again, quickly and sweetly this time. He kissed back, brushing a strand of hair from your face, taking a shaky breath as you pulled away.

"What about New York?" You asked, and Jim looked down at the desk, the infamous letter sat by your side.

"Who needs New York when I have Scranton..." Jim shrugged, a dopey smile on his face that you couldn't help but reciprocate. Suddenly, a rather large thought flashed through your mind and cause you to frown.

"What about Karen?" You asked after a second, Jim running a hand through his hair, not replying straight away. "Oh God I shouldn't have done this..."

"No! No, Y/N, don't say that... I, I broke up with Karen from the car... I phoned her while I drove back." Jim said with a sigh, keeping you close to him. "Did I mess it all up again?" He asked quietly, not quite able to meet your eye. He had finally been smart enough to realise his feelings, courageous enough to kiss you, overjoyed when you kissed back, he didn't want all of it to be for nothing.

"Jim Halpert, are you free for a late dinner tonight?" You asked, calming his nerves with your easy tone and sweet smile.

"I am..."

"Then it's a date." You bit your lip, letting out a giggle before grabbing his bag from the floor and leading him out of the office.

"Dunder Mifflin Infinity represents a floor to ceiling streamlining of our business model. The centrepiece of the campaign is a new business to business website interface that will allow us to compete directly with big box chains." Ryan stood in front of the office, all congregated in the conference room, doing his best to educate, no, pitch, the website to the staff of Dunder Mifflin Scranton. The company had relied so long on one-to-one phone calls, in person meetings, human connection, that it lacked in any sort of internet presence, any sort of placing in the competitive online market. Of course, sat in that room on a Wednesday afternoon, you knew all of this. With Jim sat to your right, the pair of you shared a glance, Jim leaning to whisper in your ear.

"Watch him use his big boy words." Jim said softly, causing you to smile a little too much, and you punched his leg playfully as Ryan continued.

"This is a massive overhaul. We're getting younger, sleeker, and more agile with the way that we adapt to the marketplace." Ryan reached behind him to showcase a phone box, causing a few murmurs. "All essential personnel will be issued blackberries for company use."

"Oh! Gimme, gimme, gimme." Michael said from his seat in the front, and Ryan promptly ignored him. He had gone on a rant earlier that day about not being a little kid any more, though you had hardly listened: his sad attempt at facial hair had distracted you.

"I'll stick around for a while to help you set them up afterwards. Any questions?" Ryan finished, setting the phone box on the ground, Michael bending over to grab it. "Dwight?" Ryan gestured to the man with his hand raised before returning to a power stance.

"What if we don't want to use a blackberry because they are stupid and pointless?" It was a legitimate question, and Jim just raised is eyebrows to you, trying to get a reaction from you.

"This is company wide, Dwight." Ryan said with a frown, Andy raising his hand in the back. "Andy."

"You should call it Dunder Miffl-Infinity. You know, push the words together?" He offered, no doubt thinking the same thing as most of the perople in the office. This was a joke.

"Any other questions?" Ryan asked, and before Kelly could ask a far too personal question about her and Ryan's relationship, you decided to raise your own hand. "Yes, Y/N."

"What language features will the site be showcasing? I realise our foreign base is small, but a large population of the working US, our domestic clients, speak English as a second language rather than a first. Since this was your idea, what have you done about translation features to Spanish, German, French?" The genuine and rather sophisticated question caught Ryan more than offguard, and you could see Jim's smirk from the corner of your eye. If Ryan had used your idea to get to corporate, the leas the could do is make a site that works for all clientelle.

"We... We didn't..." Ryan stuttered, and you bit back a smirk.

"When's the launch?" You asked again, hearing Andy start to laugh behind you.

"Next Friday."

"You really ought to get translations done by then. Should I call up Rochester for you?" You asked, making sure your tone never strayed from sugar sweet. It was a standoff, everyone else was stuck in the middle of it, until either you or Ryan backed down.

"... Thanks everyone, you can get back to work." Ryan instructed, leaving for the breakroom to get a coffee. The minute he had disappeared, the team began filing out of the room, and Jim placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair and causing you to laugh.

"Genius, Y/N. Absolute genius." He complimented, and you headed back over to reception to find a email from Ryan in your inbox, requesting calls be made to Rochester for French and German translators, and a request that you would work on the Spanish version. You looked over to Jim, forwarding him the email quickly, and once he had read it, Jim winked at you, mouthing a 'Nice job' your way before turning his attention back to his call list for the day.

It was around a half hour later that Ryan approached your desk, typing away at his mobile and holding a hand up to stop you from speaking until he was done. He was on a high, and had been all day, even if your question had caught him off his game. He had returned to Scranton a God, with tales from the Big Apple to appease the ready and eager ears of Andy and Kevin, he had even caught jim listening in at one point. He had the respect of, at very least, a third of the office so far, and it was growing. He was a force to reckoned with now, he was Michael's boss.

"Hey, Y/N, I was wondering if you'd look over some sketches Pam did for the logo. I really can't decide, you have a more artistic eye." Ryan handed over a few sheets of paper, and you nodded, smiling as you flicked through Pam's works. She was ridiculously good at art, and even when she was in Albany, here her work was, home in Scranton.

"This second last one, it's really great. Incorporating the infinity around the world, the bold text... It's eye catching." You decided after a look through, and Ryan seemed happy with your decision.

"Pam and I liked that one too, I wanted to see what your outside opinion was. Glad we agree." He smiled and you returned it, eyes breaking to look back at your screen, where you were translating text from the site's transcripts. When Ryan cleared his throat a few moments later, still stood by your desk, you turned back to look at him.

"Sorry, was there something else?" You asked, hands moving from your keyboard to sit on your skirt.

"Uh yeah, I wanted to thank you for bringing up the languages thing, I don't think anyone in corporate had even thought of it." Ryan said, and you nodded.

"Not a problem, and I'm happy to translate all this for you by Monday." You promised, hoping he would take it as a sign to leave.

"You know, you seem to have an eye for the details about this whole thing." Ryan continued anyway, and while you wanted to point out that it was probably because you had suggested a better website in the first place, you refrained. "I would love to talk about it more."

"That'd be great." You said with as sweet a smile you could manage, picking up a pencil and beginning to fiddle with it, spinning it through your fingers. It wasn't much of an offer on Ryan’s part, but it was progress.

"Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?" Ryan asked, and your eyes widened in shock. Did he really just ask you that? Really?

"Oh... I, is it..."

"Wear something nice..."

"No." You quickly interjected his train of thought, the words seeming to catch the attention of Michael, and subsequently Dwight, the pair carrying their final gift baskets to Michael's car for some bizarre anti-technology business venture, as well as the rest of the office.

"What?" Ryan seemed shocked you would refuse in front of so many people. "I just wanted to have dinner..." he got defensive pretty quickly, and you used the pencil in your hand to point over at Jim.

"I've been dating Jim for about six months now..." You said as quietly as you could, Jim ruining your bid to be discreet by waving over at Ryan.

"You're kidding..." Ryan muttered.

"Uh, actually, it'll be six months together on Friday." Jim corrected you, speaking loud enough for the annex to hear him.

"No way..." Michael was the first to speak up, not to anyone's surprise, setting down the gift basket to focus his attention.

"What?" Dwight called from behind a plume of cellophane and ribbon.

"You guys are together?" Phyllis asked, and you glanced over at Jim, who leaned further back in his chair, hands in his pockets.

"Um... Yep." Jim confirmed it with a small nod, and you couldn't stop the smile on your own face. "Yes, we are."

"Whoa! Wow!" Michael shocked voice was mixed with gravelly undertones, rushing from the doorway back into the room, setting a hand on Jim's shoulder.

"Tuna!" Andy yelled in congratulations, more voices of the office chiming in. You smiled over at Kevin, who was demanding that he knew it all along, and Angela gave you a look that was a mix of disgust and happiness.

"Kevin's been hot on our tail for weeks, thought we might have blown it." You admitted, the teddy bear of a man smiling as you praised his deduction skills.

"Okay, mind is exploding." Michael continued, moving from Jim to you to take your hands and squeeze them in his. "Ladies and gentleman, this is a day of infamy... Because today, Jim and Y/N..." Michael led you round your desk and over to your boyfriend, who sat with a stupid grin on his face. Michael took Jim's hand, making a point of connecting your hand with Jim's. "Jim and Y/N become part of a whole today."

"Michael, we've been together almost half a year." Jim was interrupted by Michael hugging him, and you let out a laugh, Michael then turning to you for a bear hug.

"If he hurts you, I'll fire him." Michael promised, and you giggled, shaking your head in response. Over Michael's shoulder, you sent a wink Jim's way, and he sent one back, the pair of you officially sealing the deal.

"Andy and Kevin, in the breakroom today, they were talking about how Ryan could get any girl he could possibly want..." Jim smiled out into the main office, Y/N helping Phyllis with her jacket as the building began to clear for the night. "Well, I guess he can't get any girl he wants."

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Happens Like That- Jim Halpert-Chapter 1

Summary: Jim Halpert and Melissa Ford have been best friends since he started at Dunder Mifflin in 1999. Now that a camera crew is following the employees around so they can film a documentary, do they finally tell each other their feelings? Or do they just let them go? Either way, what will become of these two best friends?

Warnings: Cussing and Smut in later chapters.

Words: 2780

Tag List: @you-a-southpaw-doll @elskinner45 @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl

A/N:I have NOT watched every single episode of The Office. Certain episodes will not have EVERYTHING that was done in the show and things might be wrong. Also Melissa Model Gifs are Sophia Bush...Her hair style and length will change. I look for her facial expression when I pick them. Please do not tell me this in the comments. There will be no Pam/Jim.

If you have any questions just message me. If you want to be tagged please send an ask or message me.

Pilot Episode

No-One’s P.O.V.

Michael Scott walks into Dunder Mifflin Paper Products, a camera crew following along behind him. Everyone was informed a camera crew would be there so they can do a documentary on a Paper Products and their employees.

Michael smiles at the camera. “I’ve been at Dunder Mifflin for 12 years. The last four as Regional Manager. If you want to come through here…” He opens the door and walks through it, where two girls are sitting, Melissa Ford and Pam Beesley.

“So, this is my kingdom. As far as the eye can see. This is our receptionist, Pam Pam! Pam-Pam!” He says, doing an impression of Bam-Bam from The Flintstones, banging on the counter of the desk. “Pam Beesley. Pam has been with us forever. Right, Pam?” He asks, glancing, briefly, at the camera then back to the two girls.

“Um...well...I don’t know.” Pam says, looking at Melissa, then the camera, and finally at Michael.

“If you think she’s cute now, you should have seen her a few years ago!”

Pam’s eyes widen at his comment. “What?”

Michael, however, doesn’t answer her. Instead, he just looks straight at the camera.

“This is Melissa. Mel. Melly. Melly Belly!” He chuckles, gesturing to Melissa. “Melissa Ford here is my personal assistant. Pam is getting married soon, so Mel here will becoming both assistant and receptionist.” Melissa smiles slightly at his words. “She’s been my assistant for 4 years and you were the regional manager assistant for…?” Taking the cue to answer his train of thought, Mel nods and goes to speak, only to have him cut her off before she can. “Don’t care. You’re my assistant now. So, ladies any messages?”

“Um...yeah. Just a fax.” Pam replies, pulling a piece of paper off the fax machine and handing it to Michael.

“Pam! This is from Corporate. How many times have I told you? There’s a special filing cabinet.” He says, and looks up at Pam and Melissa.

“You...you haven’t told me…” Pam tries to say.

“What filing cabinet?” Melissa asks, looking confused.

“It’s called the waste paper basket!” He crumbles the paper up and throws it over their heads. They both look confused and shocked, which just has Michael laughing, and exclaiming, “Look at their faces!” before he walks away from the desk.

Melissa’s P.O.V.

I look at Pam and whisper, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him.”

I look back at the computer screen she and I both share. About ten minutes later, one of our corporate leaders comes in, Jan Levinson-Gould. I quickly stand up.

“Hello, Jan!”

“Hello, Melissa, Pam.” She replies, smiling slightly.

“Michael is in his office.” I say.

“Thank you. Melissa, can you bring the agenda, please? And, Pam? I would like you to take notes.”

With this, she turns and walks to Michael’s office. I reach over to the side of my desk and grab the planner. I hand Pam a notebook before we walk to Michael’s office and take a seat.

“Was there anything you wanted to add to the agenda?” Jan asks Michael, who just bites his lip and rubs his thighs as he shifts in his seat.

“Umm...me no get an agenda.” He says.

“What? I’m sorry?” She says, clearly confused.

“I didn’t get an agenda.”

“I faxed you one this morning.” Jan says, glancing at Pam and I.

“Really?!? I didn’t...Did we get a fax this morning?” Michael asks, looking at us.

“Uh...ye-” Pam tries to tell him, but he just cuts her off.

“Why isn’t it in my hand?” He demands, looking at Pam before averting his gaze to Jan. “A company runs on the efficiency of communication, right? So, what’s the problem, Pam? Melissa? Why didn’t I get it?”

Pam and I both share a look before I look back at Michael and explain why he doesn’t have a copy in his hand.

“You put it in the garbage can since that was ‘the special filing cabinet’.”

“Yeah. That was a joke.” He tries to say, but he chuckles a little. “That was a joke. That was actually my brother’s and it was bills. It doesn’t work with faxes.”

After that, Jan offers to let him use her paper, and they begin talking about downsizing the company. I look at Pam and swallow deeply. Oh no. About an hour later, I look up as I hear the scraping of a ruler on a desk. Dwight is using his ruler to push Jim’s papers back onto his own desk.

Dwight Schrute is the Assistant to the Regional Manager. I’m the Regional Manager’s Assistant. Dwight likes to remind me at least once a week that there is a difference. To me, they’re the same, but just worded differently. I just don’t do any sales calls like Dwight does.

Jim Halpert is one of the top sales people here at the company. He is also my best friend. He and I are always pulling pranks on Dwight. The main reason is to get a rise out of Dwight. Jim rolls his eyes and finishes his sales call, before he looks at Dwight.

“Your papers are on my desk!” Dwight huffs in explanation, still pushing the papers back on to Jim’s desk.

“It’s not on your desk!” Jim replies.

“It’s overlapping. Its spilling over the side!” Dwight says loudly, finally getting the piles of papers onto Jim’s desk.

Jim just rolls his eyes and stands up. He walks straight over to me.

“Melissa, you wouldn’t happen to... you know...have a pack of pencils?” Jim says, smirking.

“Well...James, as a matter of fact, I do have a pack of pencils,” I say, and open the drawer to my right. “They’re unsharpened, though.”

“Well, if you could, could you help me sharpen them?” He asks.

I smirk and pull out two sharpeners, handing one to Jim. For the next ten minutes or so, Jim and I sharpen about 20 pencils. He takes the pencils, kisses my head and walks back to his desk.

Pam turns to me and says quietly, “You like him!”

“What?” I giggle, nervously, “Nooo!”

“Yessss,” Pam says smiling and pokes my side.

“Alright, alright!” I giggle and nod. “I do!”

Pam smirks and leans back into her chair and crosses her arms, “Since when?”

I blush and look away, mumbling my answer.

“What was that, Miss Ford?” Pam smiles, and crosses her legs.

“Since the day he started?” I glance at her.

“Wait? Really?”

I nod and giggle.

I’ve always had a crush on Jim. He started about a year after I did and when the old RM hired him I just knew he’d be the one for me. I’ve been too nervous to do anything about it. I just became his best friend.

He’s so sweet and funny. He’s always been so nice to me. I’ve always wondered why he hasn’t had a girlfriend since working here. I look up as I hear a desk moving. Jim moves his desk just enough to fit the pencils between the desks.

Dwight must have went to the bathroom. He has already taped most of the pencils, sharp side up, on his work phone and I think on his mug. He manages to get about 6 or 7 pencils in between the desks when Dwight walks back over.

“You can’t do that!” Dwight exclaims, sitting back down.

“Why not?” Jim asks, looking over at him then leans back into his chair.

“Safety Violation. I could fall and pierce an...organ.” Dwight says, hesitantly.

“We’ll see,” Jim says, crossing his fingers.

Dwight glares slightly then grabs his phone and start slamming it down on the pencils so they fall to the floor. Jim smirks and glances up at me. I giggle to myself. I glance behind Jim as Michael exits his office.

He walks straight to Pam and I’s desk. “Pam...messages?”

I stand up, not caring about the messages that I’ve been staring at for twenty minutes. I walk past Jim’s desk, messing up his hair as he takes a sales call. He looks up and smiles at me. I wink and walk to the break room.

I start making a fresh pot of coffee and reach into a cabinet getting my favorite coffee cup that I stashed in there. I hear the door open and looks over. Jim walks in smiling.

“Hey,” He says, walking closer and leans against the counter.

“Hey!” I smile.

“So...are we still on for a movie and Chinese tonight?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It is Friday...so...” I smirk, looking toward the coffee machine as it beeps.

“Just making sure. I was thinking we could watch that new movie ‘The Longest Yard’?”

“Sure! Should I wear a football jersey?” I tease. “Remember! It’s at your house this week!”

“I know, I know.” he chuckles.

I fill my coffee cup and Jim walks me toward the door. Just as we walk out of the breakroom, Michael walks out of his office.

He cups his mouth, calling out, “Attention all Dunder Mifflin employees! We have a meeting in the conference room ASAP!”

Jim and I glance at each other and sigh. I walk over and place my cup on Jim’s desk, and steal a piece of paper along with one of the pens he has. He places his hand on my lower back and ushers me into the conference room.

We walk straight to the back into our usual area. I sit down in the chair Jim pulls out for me. He leans against the wall right behind my chair. Ever since he started here, and we became best friends, this is how our meetings would be.

Unless there’s more chairs, and he can sit next to me with his arm behind me, lightly resting against my upper back, he just stands behind me. Everyone piles into the room and I lean back in my chair.

Jim leans down and whispers, “I bet this has something to do with the message you sent me this morning.”

I nod in agreement; he’s probably right. After the last person sits down, Michael walks in and stands in front of the room.

“Now I know there’s some rumors out there, and I just kind of want to set the record straight.” He says.

Dwight stand up and walks straight to Michael, “I’m Assistant Regional Manager, I should know first.”

Michael sighs, “Assistant TO THE Regional Manager.”

I sigh before looking up at Jim and mouthing, “1,846.”

He nods to me but shakes his head. Since Dwight was promoted, Jim started helping me keep track of how many times Dwight has said he was Assistant Regional Manager. When he was promoted, Michael even said he was just Assistant to the Regional Manager. I look back at Michael and Dwight.

“Okay. Um..Can you tell me please? Just tell me quietly. Can you whisper it in my ear?” Dwight says, leaning toward him.

“I’m about to tell everybody. I’m just about to tell everybody,” Michael says, irritated.

One of the accounting guys, Oscar, says “Can’t you just tell us?”

“Please. Okay. Do you want me to tell them?” Dwight says.

Michael laughs, “You don’t know what it is!”

“Okay you tell them with my permission.” He says, stepping back.

“He doesn’t need your permission, Dwight.” I say, shaking my head.

“Thank you, Mel,” Michael says, smiling at me.

Dwight glare slightly. “I’m Assistant Regional Manager. You’re just the Regional Manager’s Assistant. Shut up.”

I roll my eyes.

“She knows what this meeting is about. So you shut up.” Jim says.

I smile up at Jim. He winks at me.

Michael looks at Dwight. “He’s not wrong. Anyway! Corporate has deemed it appropriate to enforce an ultimatum upon me. And Jan is thinking about downsizing either the Stamford branch or this branch.”

Oscar speaks up after a second, “Yeah...but...Michael, what if they downsize here?”

Everyone starts asking if they do downsize here and what they should do. I look up at Jim. He looks down at me and sighs.

He starts rubbing my back and whispers, “Don’t worry. We got this.”

Michael starts lying out his ass then ends the meeting.

Noone’s POV

The camera crew stops Jim and has him come back into the conference room for an interview. He smiles at Melissa who goes back to her and Pam’s desk where she starts looking at her emails. Jim sits down and one of the camera guys ask him a question.

“If I left, what would I do with all this useless information in my head? You know? Tonnage price of manila folders? Umm... Melissa’s favorite flavor of yogurt..which is vanilla.”

It cuts to Jim looking over at Melissa from his desk and there she is, eating her vanilla yogurt.

Next Melissa is sitting in the conference room a little while later.

“Jim said Vanilla?” She laughs. “He probably knows me better than anyone else.”

Melissa’s POV

I walk out of the bathroom when I hear Dwight bitching again. I sigh and look over. I see Dwight’s stapler in a thing of Jello. I smirk and walk over to my desk. Last night Jim came over and we did this prank together...again.

We’ve done this multiple times but Dwight never suspects me. I look over to see Dwight talking to Michael and the New Temp while Jim eats one of the Jello packs he stole from my house.

I giggle, look back down and start playing Solitaire on the computer. After Michael makes dessert jokes, Jim walks over to me.

“What time are you coming over?” He asks, leaning on the desk.

“Umm. 6:30?” I ask, looking up at him.

“That’s fine with me.” He says. “I’ll order the food as soon as I get home.”

“Great! I’ll stop and get the movie and change.”

Before Jim can reply, Michael steps out of his office.

“Melissa. Can you come here please?”

I look up at Jim confused, but I stand up and walk straight to Michaels office.

“Yes, Michael?” I ask, taking a seat in the chair next to him.

“So, umm...as you know, we might be downsizing. And Jan says we gotta start with you. I know you’ve been here for awhile but it’s time to pack your desk.” Michael says, and looks down, but I can see him watching me from the corner of his eye.

“Alright. Bye!” I stand up.

“Wait! You’re being X Punked! It was all Ryan’s idea!” Michael points to the New Temp.

I glance over. “Wait? I’m not fired?”

Michael shakes his head. “No! What would I do without my hot assistant?! You’re never getting fired!”

I sigh to myself. “Damn. Thanks Michael.”

“You’re very welcome, Melissa.” Michael smiles. “Can you send Pam in?”

“Sure!” I walk out. “Pam. Michael needs to see you.”

Pam looks confused but walks around the desk, over to us.

I stop her for a second and whisper. “Don’t believe him. He’s lying. Just cry alright?”

Pam nods and walks into Michael’s office, closing the door. I look at Jim who is looking confused. I kneel down.

“Michael tried to pull a prank saying I was fired, but I was gonna walk.” I whisper.

He nods. “Gotcha. What did I hear about ‘hot assistant’?”

“He said ‘what would I do without my hot assistant?’ Apparently I’m never getting fired.”

He laughs. “What can I do to become a hot assistant?”

“Get a hotter ass.” I smirk and stand up, then walk to my desk when Pam walks out. She has tears falling down her face. She smirks at me and walks over.

“Thanks for the heads up. I made him cry a little.”

I wink and look at the time. It’s now 5 o’clock and everyone but Jim and I were leaving. We notice the camera crew was still there. They weren’t leaving until everyone else officially leaves.

Jim shrugs and waves the camera over. “Come on.”

He grabs a plate from his desk that has a towel covering it. We walk into Michael’s office and Jim lays the plate on the desk and uncovers it. It has Michael’s World’s Best Boss mug in a thing of orange jello.

“So that’s where the extra box went!” I say, giggling.

Jim smirks. “Let’s go.”

We both walk to our own desks and grab our coats. I grab my purse and walk with Jim to the door. He opens it for me and then places his hand on my lower back, walking me to my car.

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New Receptionist Pt. 4

Pt. 4

Alice: So, Michael is once again Regional Manager, and his first order as boss was to reinstate Casual Fridays. I wasn’t really sure what was standard for casual day, so I stuck with a plain v-neck and a cardigan, and some jeans. I’m noticing, however, that casual means different things to everyone else…

“Dunder Mifflin this is Alice,” I say, trying to answer phones and pay attention to the stuff I have to do around here.

Dwight walks in, looking about the same, except for his tie.

“What’re you staring at?” He mutters, catching me watching him walk to his desk.

I retreat my gaze to the calendar on my desk and pretend to be busy.

Alice (slightly blushing): I don’t know… He usually just looks like your average salesman with his dress shirt and tie, but… Without a tie he’s much more… casually handsome… (mumbles) Like a guy in a magazine modeling suits

“Careful, Alice, don’t wanna catch flies!” Michael jokes, approaching my desk, and calling attention to my mouth hanging open.

“Sorry,” I say, clearing my throat.

. . .

“We will all quit!” Dwight says, challenging Michael.

“You’re not actually going to quit are you?” I worry, watching Michael look dumbfounded at his sales team.

“No, relax. We just need Michael to give us our old clients back.” Dwight explains in a whisper.

Alice: I don’t know what I would do here without Dwight. He’s been extremely nice and friendly with me, and I’m not very close with anyone else here…

After the commotion with the sales team, I hear a lot of yelling coming from the annex. I walk in to see most of the office arguing with Toby.

“All right, I am taking over this meeting,” Dwight says, stepping in front of Toby.

“Wha- no!” Toby argues.

“Wow,” I breathe, admiring Dwight’s outfit again.

“What, Toby?” Meredith whispers, giving Toby a look.

“What? No, ew. God, no.” I laugh, and Meredith shrugs.

“Again, what are you staring at?” Dwight asks, calling attention to me.

I’m quick to turn my eyes away, pretending he’s talking to someone else. Everyone turns to look, watching me.

“Wha- I don’t…” I mumble, quickly turning around and heading back to my desk.

“Alice, Michael wants to see you,” Pam says, leaving his office with a smile.

Nervously, I get up and head into his office.

“All right, so here it is… You’re fired. We’re gonna have to let you go. Everyone else keeps complaining about you, and it’s just not working.” He states with a straight face, slightly chuckling at the end.

“Wh- what? That can’t be true… I’ve been nice to everyone here… Dwight’s been really nice to me, I thought…”

Michael lets out a cackle, wiping his eyes.

“No, it’s a joke. You’re not fired. Everyone seems to be taking to you. Well, except Angela but she doesn’t really like anybody. No worries.” He continues laughing, holding his stomach.

I force a smile and leave his office, slowly treading back to my desk.

“Hello, Alice, what’s the matter?” Dwight asks, coming up to my desk.

I sigh, looking up at him.

“I think Michael just… fake fired me?”

I search Dwight’s face for any telling evidence, reminding myself not to look down at his loose shirt collar.

“Yes, he does that occasionally. Hopefully it is fake and you’re safe to work here.” He adds with a smile.

My stomach erupts in butterflies.

“Thanks, Dwight.” I say, a smile spreading over my face.

“Don’t mention it,” he replies, tapping my desk before turning and heading back to his cluster of desks.

Dwight: Why am I being nice to her? Simple, she’s a bright, sweet girl who’s nice to look at. We’ve grown somewhat close in her first few weeks here. Why wouldn’t I be nice to her?

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The Girl Next Door: Chapter 2

A/N: Hi friends!! Sorry for the very long wait for this chapter, I’ve been ill since Christmas and haven’t really felt like writing, so apologies for any glaring mistakes in this! I hope you enjoy and I would love to know your thoughts xo

He had stared at the beautiful woman in front of him with uncharacteristic unease. Why was she looking at him as though she was in on a joke that he wasn’t privy to? “Uh- my name is Dwight. Enys. And you?” She’d smiled wider, for some reason, her teeth becoming exposed between her pink stained lips. “Dwight,” she repeated with smirk, liking the feel of the name on her tongue, “such a quaint name.” Quaint? Who the fuck uses the word quaint in normal conversation? What does that even mean? “I’m Caroline,” she’d stated confidently, but hesitated before continuing, “Penvenen.”

Once Dwight got over the shock that the girl sitting opposite him was a Penvenen, one of the riches families in Cornwall if not in all of England itself, they exchanged typical small talk: what Caroline thought of the neighbourhood, if Dwight liked being a doctor, Horace’s age, etc etc. But the most interesting part of their meeting was that she had mocked him as he left. “Goodnight, Dr Enys,” She had said with emphasis, cocking her eyebrow and looking at him with intrigue. The use of his professional name had turned the corners of his mouth. He regarded her with a wry side smile, and matched her amused tone as nodded politely, “Goodnight, Miss Penvenen.”

Since that night, Dr Dwight Enys had spent an unhealthy amount of time reliving this strange, banter-filled exchange. He convinced himself it was merely because his job was often either monotonous or very stressful, and the thought of their exchange helped to alleviate the symptoms of both. He had, regrettably, not seen her very often since she moved in last month, and their conversations were mostly limited to meeting in the stairway as Dwight rushed to work or trudged up the stairs to his flat, usually running late or too tired to make amusing conversation. Dwight sighed over his completed paperwork as he checked the clock in the staff room, which read 9:50am. How had he only been here for 2 hours? Thank Christ he was due in theatre soon. Dwight took a sip of his milky, luke warm tea - wishing he’d gotten a coffee instead - as he double checked his schedule for the day. He frowned at the two back-to-back keyhole surgeries he was due to perform today as he realised they would mean a quick pot noodle and double espresso for lunch. “Dr Enys?” A sweet voice called from the doorway. Dwight looked up from his schedule and was met by his friend Verity’s big, brown, kind eyes. She was everybody’s favourite staff nurse. “Yes, Verity?” He smiled slightly. She returned his smile. “They’re waiting for you in operating room 3,” she informed him professionally. He nodded his head and stood up, gearing himself up to perform a routine gastric bypass, barely managing to stifle a sigh. He couldn’t wait to go home. Just to see his bed. Not on the off chance he might see Caroline. Only his bed, obviously.

“Was that a yawn, Horace?” Caroline asked the clearly yawning pug who lay splayed out next to her on the large, grey sofa. “Do find it really boring here, my darling?” She smoothed the wrinkles on his forehead. She had to admit she was becoming slightly agitated herself. Her life with her Uncle Ray had become increasingly claustrophobic the past couple of years, and when Caroline expressed a wish to go to university he had swiftly put his foot down and insisted that she focused on her modelling career. And so she had; out of her deep love for him. For 5 years she had posed, walked, competed and crash dieted; but there’s only so much one can take. They had a terrible row the day she quit and an even bigger one the next day when she... No. She would not think about that. She tightened her ponytail and glanced out of the window, which revealed a clear, somewhat sunny day outside. “Well, Horace, what do you say we alleviate our boredom with a nice walk?” The mention of a walk caused Horace to go into a frenzy. He barked incessantly for his mistress to put her shoes on and grab his harness; as his chubby legs carried him as quickly as possible to the door. Caroline laughed as he continued to yap at her heels and she stepped into her black ankle-boots. “Alright, alright! I’m ready! Hold on, I’ll just grab my purse, so I’ll remember to get some food in the shop once I drop you back home.” She wrapped her trenchcoat on before picking up her keys, a small Dior handbag which contained her purse and her headphones before leaving the flat. Once on the landing, she secured Horace’s harness and glanced at door number 17 opposite her own, wondering if her handsome neighbour was in and if it would be weird to call on him. He was, after all, the closest thing she had to a friend in the entire world right now, which was quite sad given they’d only had about 4 short conversations. She hadn’t seen him for a while, but she heard him leave and return from work almost every day. She wondered if he ever did anything besides work. Maybe he was as lonely as she was? Horace’s impatient yapping quickly banished all thoughts of Dwight from her mind, as she turned her attention to the most important man in her life: her pug.

Dr Dwight Enys checked the time before he turned his car engine off. The dashboard informed him that it was 6:13pm. It had been a long day, but the two successful surgeries had brightened his mood, and a patient of his – a sweet old lady – had insisted that he accept some flowers for saving her son’s life last week. He had given the flowers to Verity, who had nearly cried at the tiny gesture, which had in turn only increased Dwight’s suspicions that she was pregnant. Experience, or rather Ross’s experience, had told him that asking a woman if she was pregnant was not, under any circumstance, a suitable question. He pondered this thought as he unlocked the outside door to his flat building, his heart nearly stopping at the sight the woman standing just inside.

“Hey, Caroline!” Dwight greeted her brightly. Oh, my God, you are so stupid, Enys, the voice inside his head taunted him. The voice just so happened to take the form of Ross Poldark’s dulcet tones, his dearest friend in the world. Who he occasionally wanted to slap the shit out of, but mostly wanted to hug.

Caroline was bent over with her back to Dwight, her long ponytail drapped over her shoulder. She turned to face him, her face pink with effort as she attempted to lift very large, rather heavy-looking shopping bags. “Oh, Dr Enys! Hello!” She smiled at him, trying to look nonchalant and failing.

Dwight laughed at the use of his professional name and at her stubborn attempts to carry all the bags herself. “Please call me Dwight. Can I help you with those?” he offered politely, biting back a smile.

“As you say, Dr Enys!” she replied almost automatically, as if unable to help teasing him. Caroline then huffed, annoyed at having been defeated by the stupid bags for life, but her hands were so red and imprinted from the plastic handles she was genuinely worried they might scar. She should ask Dwight later. “Well, normally I would decline under the assertion that I am a strong, independent woman but these bags are fucking heavy so, yes, please. I would love some help.”

He laughed at her and took all her groceries, feeling quite pleased with himself at how easily his muscles handled the weight of the three giant shopping bags. “How are you settling in?”

She flashed a proud smile at him, “Well, actually. Honestly, if Uncle Ray could see me now I’m sure he’d for–,” she stopped short and swallowed slightly, before her face settled into perfect indifference as though she had just been describing the weather outside. “Well, maybe he’d put my allowance into my bank account quicker! It’s so weird that he’s forgotten.” She had said so with such casualness that Dwight knew she was genuinely oblivious to the fact that no such allowance was ever going to be paid to her.

He bit his cheek slightly, debating whether to intervene or not. “Err, Caroline,” he began cautiously as they climbed the final few stairs to their landing, “since you seem to have – erm – fallen out with your uncle in some way, do you think it’s likely he’ll put any money into your bank account?”

Her mouth slowly fell open as the realisation dawned on her. She paled in horror, and gawped at Dwight with large, panicked eyes. “Oh, my God! What am I going to do?!”

There seemed to be only one, obvious, solution to Dwight. “You could get a job?”

She wrung her hands and then shook them out nervously. “I don’t really have much experience. I went on a gap year. I’ve organised loads of charity dos, and done some modelling, but I’ve never really had a normal, proper job before.”

Modelling. That makes sense.

“Well at least you have some experience,” Dwight encouraged. His encouragement didn’t seem to help much, which caused a short, awkward pause. “Is there anything you’re particularly good at?”

She pulled an uncertain face, her features scrunched together in concentration. “Hmmm… Oh! I can make good hot chocolate! My mum taught me her special recipe when I was little!” Dwight didn’t know how good this hot chocolate was, but judging by her puffed up chest and the gleam in her eye, it must be pretty spectacular.

“Great! Maybe a coffee shop or something then?” He clicked his fingers, a lightbulb going off in his head. “Hold on, actually, I might be able to arrange something...” He retrieved phone from his trouser pocket and called an all too familiar number.

“Hello?” a sleepy sounding voice answered.

“Hi, Dem!”

The voice immediately brightened. “Hi, Dwight! How are you? Are you still coming out tomorrow night?”

Fuck. He forgot about that. Why does he always agree to things so far in advance? “I’m good thanks, you? Erm, yeah, maybe.”

“What do you mean ‘maybe’? You’re coming. We’re worried about you, Dwight. All you do is work or sit in your flat by yourself eating Sainsbury’s ready meals while watching reruns of Grey’s Anatomy. The only people you ever talk to are either other doctors, ill people or me and Ross. You are coming out!”

“Alright, fine!” He caved, a little impatiently. “Listen, that’s not why I called, I actually need a huge favour from you.”

Dwight then heard a slight rustling noise, as if the microphone was being covered in some way. “Julia! Put that down, it’s not a toy!” The rustle disappeared but there was now a faint whimpering sound in the background. “Sorry. So, what’s the favour?”

“I, um–,” Dwight looked at Caroline, who was listening intently to their conversation, apparently not caring that eavesdropping could be considered rude. He wandered off a little, hoping to be more out of earshot in case his plan didn’t work. “I have this... friend... who really needs a job. Like, really, really needs a job. Could you ask John if he needs any staff at the cafe? Even part time?” He held his breath slightly and looked out at the city lights from the window of the third-floor landing.

A pause. “Is this friend a girl?” Dwight could hear that Demelza was smiling.

He sighed, knowing the onslaught of questions that now awaited him tomorrow night at the pub. “Yes, but that is beside the point. Can you just please-“

She squeaked, loud enough that it possibly damaged his cochlea. “Holy shit! You haven’t spoken to a girl in years! Literal years, Dwight! I want to meet her! You have to bring her out tomorrow before I ask John.”

Dwight’s eyes grew wide in panic and a light blush covered his cheeks. “No, Dem, please,” he groaned into the phone. “Honestly, we’re not even that–“

“Nope, no excuses,” Demelza sang down the phone, “Bring her tomorrow or no job. Bye Dwight!” She sounded annoyingly pleased with herself. “Julia! Come say bye to Uncle Dwight!”

There was a squeal – and then loud crash of what Dwight assumed to be lego blocks – followed by stomping feet and clattering as the phone was exchanged. “Bye unca Dwight,” the infant burbled into the phone, still not quite managing to master her le endings.

The sound of her sweet little voice caused Dwight to forget that he was annoyed at the child’s mother. “Bye Juju, I’ll see you on Sunday!” Caroline furrowed her brows at Dwight’s heightened tone.

“See you on Sundway unca Dwight!” The phoned then dropped, likely onto the tiled floor of the Poldark kitchen, before it went dead following a long-suffering sigh from Demelza.

Caroline stared at Dwight’s back, absently wondering if he had nice back muscles underneath his coat, while waiting for him to turn around, feeling somewhat annoyed to not be the focus of his attention. She was always the focus of men’s attention. Why wasn’t he looking at her? And who was he talking to it? It definitely sounded like a woman. “Well?” Caroline asked in apprehension, having not caught the last part of the conversation as Dwight had wandered over to the window that stood between their respective front doors.

Dwight rubbed the back of his neck hoping it would help to keep the embarrassed red flush from appearing. “Well, actually, there’s a slight complication...”

#carolight #girl next door au #poldark fanfic

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Not exactly six sentence Sunday, just the random chapter from my story The Hostage of Argossyne. Vien is a slave and Jon her guard. He tries to put her to sleep.

Sawter stood at the gates waiting for their return. “Is everything all right?” he asked, eying them with suspicion.

“Yes, yes, of course, just as I told you when we left Mr Dwight’s,” Jon answered in Vivianne’s stead. “The mistress is a bit drunk, Mr Dwight should know better and restrict her access to the drinks. I will walk her to the bedroom so she could sleep it through.”

“I knew it may end that way,” the chief of the guards snorted with disapproval. “You’re lucky it’s nothing more serious. When you are back, I can go home at last. Goodnight, Carroll.”

“Goodnight, Mr Sawter,” Jon responded with respect he was due his superior.

“Let’s go, it’s not far,” he whispered to Vien.

She let him lead her until they were inside the house. There, nobody watched them, so Jon picked Vien up and carried her through the unlit corridors.

“Mr Carroll, you are so strong,” she said with awe.

“I had to be. It’s part of my job,” he cut her off. “But here we are, at the end of our way. I’ll leave you now. It’s time to rest."

Vien made the sad face. “Leave me? Alone? But this place is too big for the solitary girl. Will you stay with me for the night?”

Vien realised she’s not slurring anymore. Apparently she sobered a little during the journey back.

Jon looked shocked. “Mistress, it’s not a good idea. Now I know you need a female servant to take care of your needs in such circumstances, when the boss is not at home. I’ll talk to him about it after his return, which must be near. Now please go to bed.”

Vien took Jon by the hand. “You have such a surprisingly soft skin,” she said lifting it to her cheek. I wonder how it feels.” She looked him in the eyes. “How it feels like to kiss the man with a beard. I never tried. And I thought I could use the opportunity to check."

Carroll delicately freed his fingers from her hold and made a step back.

“My sweet angel,” he said softly, “I’d love to serve you however you want me to, but it’s the alcohol talking, not you. Please go to bed, it’s late, and you’re not yourself.”

At first Vien sat obediently on the edge of the luxurious silken bedding bots prepared for her, but it wasn’t her intention to let Carroll go.

“Undress me,” she said. “And take me to the shower. I have to wash myself clean.”

“I’m afraid it has to wait until the next morning. You are in no shape to run around,” he probably wanted to sound firm, but his voice faltered. Even if her intoxicated state, she heard that.

Vien couldn’t stop talking if she wanted to keep him in a room.

“Do you know what a relief it is to be with a man as ordinary as me?”

“Please stop it, you know you’re nothing but.”

“There’s no need to tell me lies. We are friends, aren’t we? And friends should be honest one to another.”

“I am honest, I have never be more honest in my entire life.”

“Ah, maybe you really are,” Vien agreed. “But I know they view me differently. I saw this today. These people tolerate me only because of my master. They think that flattering me can give them a better chance to rise higher in his esteem. If I was there on my own, nobody would notice my person, let alone compliment my nonexistent charms. You saw them, Jon. They all look like the perfect models made in some elaborate graphic program. Even the girls of Argossynian origin seem to be chosen according to the same key. There’s no place for a plain woman like Vivianne Tray among these flawless beauties. I wonder when Nathoo will realise that. And how long he may want to keep me after finding out.”

Carroll shook his head in disbelief.

“Don’t be silly, it’s obvious the boss has chosen you exactly because of these qualities you see as your shortcomings. He had enough of the boring people of his class and wanted something raw and true. He wanted you because of who you are.”

Vien sighed. “I so would love to believe you, my friend. But I know it’s rather because of that girl he once loved. Was she indeed that pretty?”

After Vien mentioned her master’s old fiancé Jon looked away for a moment. When he turned his gaze back on her, his face wore an impenetrable expression.

“I was but a little boy when she died so I had no pleasure to meet her. But I doubt mistress Vaicia, or anyone at all, could be more gorgeous than my lady. I assure you, our boss is exactly of the same opinion.”

“And how could you know? You don’t live in his head!” She smiled sadly. “Now I’m a novelty for him but when that factor wears off, I have no idea what will become of me.”

“You shouldn’t drink, mistress. First you are too young and second, it makes you feel sad and insecure. Tomorrow morning you will look at the things from the fresh perspective. Sleep well, my lady.” Jon made another attempt to leave.

“And you won’t even kiss me goodnight?” Vien cried.

“Ah, yes, how could I forget!”

The guard turned back, then kneeled at her feet and kissed reverently Vien's hands.

“Is this all?” She pouted, not satisfied with too formal a gesture.

“I’m afraid it is. It will be better for us both if I leave. Goodnight!"

“Goodnight,” Vien muttered, humiliated.

“A coward,” she whispered when the man couldn’t hear her.

#my writing #slavery #ao3 #original work

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The Office is Great But Maybe Try Something Else for a Bit

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Growing up, I was a picky eater. I wasn’t so bad that I would only eat one bland dish, but my parents struggled to get me to try new foods. Eventually, the influence of television, particularly cooking and travel programs, urged me to broaden my horizons and expand my palate. If it weren’t for shows like A Cook’s Tour, I’d likely be stuck with a menu of PB&J, chicken nuggets, and buttered noodles for an eternity.

People getting stuck in a cycle of comfort food doesn’t just happen at the table. Since the advent of cable, the TV equivalent of comfort food, reruns of Law and Order, Seinfeld, and the like, suck in viewers who’d rather have something predictable and familiar. Traditional television viewers weaned on “57 channels and nothing on” can be forgiven for surrendering to the easy comfort of syndicated programming, but it’s a bit less defensible in the streaming age. With virtually every option available, why are people watching only…let’s say: The Office?

This week, #TheOfficeonPeacock was trending on Twitter to mark the NBC sitcom leaving streaming platform Netflix for NBCUniversal’s new streamer, Peacock. After paying half a billion dollars for the streaming rights to a series from their own library, NBC was congratulated with a torrent of negative tweets from angry Netflix subscribers incensed that they’d have to find something new to watch (or fall asleep to).

In 2011, The Office became one of the big blockbuster sitcoms licensed to Netflix as the company became known for its streaming service rather than the old “DVDs in the mail” business model. Since then, it’s become a go-to favorite of millennials and zoomers alike, a virtual screensaver, nightlight, background soundtrack, and mind-number. It’s a personality trait on dating websites, a Trivia Night staple, and the source of every third internet gif or meme. In 2018, it made up a staggering 3 percent of Netflix’s total U.S. viewing numbers. It seems that Netflix has profited greatly from users paying $13.99 a month to only view The Office when they could have bought the complete series on DVD for $45. I suppose they’re paying the premium to not have to switch disks.

Let me be clear; The Office is a great show. It features career-best performances from talented stars like Steve Carrell, John Krasinski, Jenna Fischer and Mindy Kaling; it expertly mixes cringe-comedy and heartfelt, long-term storytelling, and it’s simultaneously broad enough to be relatable to everyone, yet specific enough to earn gut-busting laughs. It’s an all-time great sitcom. I also understand why, especially these days, people gravitate toward rewatching their old familiar favorites. Another Netflix series (they exist, I promise!) Bojack Horseman, summed it up succinctly, “For a lot of people, life is just one long, hard kick in the urethra. And sometimes, when you get home from a long day of getting kicked in the urethra, you just want to watch a show about good, likable people who love each other – where no matter what happens, at the end of 30 minutes, everything’s gonna turn out OK.”

I’ve been comfort-watching TV lately too. 2020 was a hard year for everyone, myself included, and I found myself revisiting feel-good favorites like Parks and Recreation, New Girl, and yes, even The Office, regularly. That being said, I haven’t only been bingeing these series. I also make an effort to mix in some art that is thought-provoking, challenging, or coming from new, unique voices. Being well-rounded is key to living a fulfilling life, and that extends to TV viewing habits too. By just watching the same thing over and over, you could limit yourself to new ideas, perspectives, or your next favorite series that you’ll reach for in times of stress. I’m sure plenty of you diversify your slate of consumption, but maybe you need to share this with the “nothing but The Office” person in your life. Based on the Netflix viewing patterns, we all know one.

Even Peacock and the stars of The Office want you to watch more than just The Office! If you check out the “Collection” section of Peacock and scroll far enough, you’ll discover subtle nods to try something else. A list titled “On the Job” will suggest other workplace comedies like Parks and Recreation and Superstore. “The Office Alums on the Silver Screen” section will urge you to try out feature films Away We Go and All-Stars starring John Krasinski and Angela Kinsey, respectively. There’s even an area where the cast members pick their favorite episodes of other TV shows, proving there’s more goodness beyond Scranton, PA.

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If you’re a Netflix subscriber unwilling to download and pay for another new streaming app, now is your opportunity to broaden your comedy horizons. Try the previously-mentioned Bojack Horseman if you like The Office’s cynical streak, enroll in Community if you’re searching for the next ensemble to fall in love with, or take a trip to Schitt’s Creek if you’re looking for another dysfunctional, but loving family unit. Don’t be a picky viewer, there’s an entire delicious menu at your disposal (and you can always buy the DVD set for when you just need a dose of Dwight).

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unknown number- penvenys au

thanks for your patience, relax and enjoy, leave some feedback x

Unknown Number 6:58 where's the dog food?

Caroline Penvenen 6:59 oh what the fuck sorry you must have the wrong number- i have dog food but maybe not what you're looking for?

Unknown Number 7:00 Ross quit playing I know it's early but I have a shift!! Where's the damn dog food I need the damn dog food. It's your bloody dog I'm pet sitting I just can't believe

Caroline Penvenen 7:02 can absolutely guarantee this isn't ross ! sorry xx

Unknown Number 7:03 Oh. No Ross would never use kisses I'm so sorry But you wouldn't know where my mate Ross has put the dog food?

Caroline Penvenen 7:05 do i look like i would

Unknown Number: 7:05 Potentially, I can't actually see you

Caroline Penvenen 7:06 touché xx

Unknown Number 7:09 You can't say someone doesn't look like something when you can't see them

Caroline Penvenen 7:10 what

Unknown Number 7:10 Never mind

Caroline Penvenen 7:12 no i wanna understand come onnnnnnnnnnnn :( X

Unknown Number 7:20 Search memes Just to let you know! Found the dog food!

Caroline Penvenen 7:21 you use way too many exclamation marks gives a girl a headache but congrats on the dog food, stranger x

Unknown Number 7:23 I think we are more than strangers now. And if I didn't have a shift starting in about a quarter of an hour, I would definitely tell you a little bit about myself So bye Until then Stranger

Caroline Penvenen 7:45 omg no i was in the shower come backkkk my name is caroline and i am tall blonde and handsome!!!!!

Caroline Penvenen 10:10 fuck Caroline stared down at her phone screen. Who cares if they woke her up at the crack of dawn, she really thought they had something going there.

She sighed, truth was, she was really lonely. She had some half arsed friendships with Demelza and her so called boyfriend Ross but after cutting her family out, she was left with very little to do. A text on her phone was rare.

She sat watching Horace dig a hole in his bed and she sighed, deciding sitting on her phone waiting for the stranger to text back was just too sad to contemplate.

Didn't mean she wasn't going to do it.

She had put her hair in a messy bun but lay in bed still, her MacBook in its Cath Kidston case on her lap as she furrowed her eyebrows, trying to look at “memes.”

She got a text from Demelza asking if she wanted to come to a party tonight- there was someone she might want to meet.

Fed up of terrible matchmaking, Caroline declined without a second thought.

This was just about the worst party Dwight had ever been to.

It was one of those ones, you know the ones where everyone who is invited as a bit of an agenda, where people are invited tactically rather than because they're actually liked.

And he was actually done with watching the sad affair that was George Warleggan and Ross Poldark’s relationship as he sighed, sinking into the couch with his lukewarm beer and phone in hand. After an 8 hour shift he'd pretty much like to be anywhere else.

“Hey!” Demelza sat down, speaking drunk and enthusiastically. “Having a great night?”

“Yeah.” Dwight replied half heartedly.

“Well you look like you're having a shit night.” She leaned in closer. “Youwannaknowasecret?”

“Last time you told me a secret Demelza it was that you were wearing granny pants.”

“And I still am!! Anyway. I know you're so depressed and lonely and your only friend is Ross’s dog who he lets you pet sit because you're lonelyyyyy.”

Dwight would contest this later. “Continue.”

“So I invited my beautiful model friend to set you two up and she RSVP’d no… how sad!”

She continued to babble but Dwight was looking down at his phone where he'd just received a text.

Unknown Number 22:06 found a meme btw when they don't text you later xx

“Yeah.” Dwight smiled up at Demelza. “Tragic.”

Caroline was sat on her bed, watching Ten Things I Hate About You and contemplating how Kat was a feminist icon when she got the text.

Unknown Number 22:07 I am at the world’s worst party so at least I can be happy knowing I taught you about memes.

Caroline Penvenen 22:07 omg spill how awkward is the party! It’s probably more fun than my night that i spent alone with m&s pasta and illegal streaming websites for films js not porn never porn X

Unknown Number 22:10 I just changed your number in my phone to “Unknown who is NOT using porn”

Caroline Penvenen 22:13 that is way too long i am changing yours to stranger plus you know my name is caroline !!!!!!!!

Stranger 22:14 silly me “caroline who is NOT using porn”

Caroline Penvenen 22:15 have fun explaining that to anyone that sees your phone xxx

Stranger 22:18 After much thought and consideration “Caroline”

Caroline Penvenen 22:22

Stranger 22:23 I regret telling you to research memes.

Caroline Penvenen 22:30 goodnight stranger X

When Dwight opens his phone about 24 hours later after perhaps the longest shift of his life, he’s bombarded with about 37 texts from Caroline.

Dwight Enys 22:00 Sorry I’ve been working all day! Hope you had a good one.

Caroline 22:01 what are you?? batman?

Dwight Enys 22:03 Close, I’m a doctor.

Caroline 22:05 wHAT that’s so cool what a wonderful day for saving lives people!!

Dwight Enys 22:08 What?

Caroline 22:08 it’s grey’s anatomy!!! you would definitely be dr mcsteamy or mcdreamy or whatever i don’t know i don’t watch it

Dwight Enys 22:10 Imagine though like Dr Dwight McSteamy hahaha

Caroline 22:10 dWIGHT your name is DWIGHT that’s adorable really you sound like a little old man that reads newspapers and puts too much milk in his tea

Dwight Enys 22:13 Well not that far from the truth… I mean how much milk is too much milk

Caroline 22:15

Dwight Enys: 22:16 Ok that tea looks cold for a start Not really fair on me But yeah Would drink Ps. Does this mean you’re in love with me??????

Caroline 22:17 you’re disgusting p.s. piss offfff takes more than that to charm caroline penvenen.

Dwight tried to fight it but he was just too curious. He turned the Facebook app on and was ready to scan for infinite Caroline Penvenens.

Turns out it didn’t take him that long.

Caroline Penvenen

25 mutual friends including Ross Poldark and Demelza Carne

Dwight was absolutely stunned.

Like literally stunned.

He scanned through her photos even back to 2008 and she was still the most flawless human being he had ever seen. It couldn’t be the right Caroline.

It just couldn’t be,

How did Demelza and Ross even know her? How hadn’t he heard about her?

Well to be honest, he did massively zone out of all of their conversations.

Her profile was surprisingly open and he saw the last place she’d checked in was about five minutes from his house.

Not that he was stalking.

“Oh my god.” He sighed. “I’m being catfished by some kind of ethereal woman.”

Caroline 22:35 ok have given you adequate stalking time!!!! did you find me!!

Dwight Enys 22:37 Ok Caroline this is going to sound so weird but… You know Ross and Demelza??

Caroline 22:38 um yes i didn’t realise you’d stalked me with that much intensity should i be worried?

Dwight Enys 22:41 Oh God no sorry let me explain myself. Ross is actually my best friend He’s coming up as a mutual And so is Demelza haha

Caroline 22:42 omg who are you dwightttttt i am gonna stalk the hell out of you!!!

Dwight Enys 22:42 No please don’t

Caroline 22:43 it’s only fair brb omg let me send a screenshot is this you???

Dwight Enys

25 mutual friends including Verity Poldark and Ross Poldark

Caroline 22:47 hey dr mcsteamy your radio silence makes me feel like i have found you which makes me wonder how have we not met though?? maybe this is fate intervening like um guys it’s about time you met or whatever anyway guess the jig is up wow it’s going to be soooo awkward when we finally meet trust i am such a good actor no one will know i ever met you if that’s what you want ok bye

It took about a week before they undoubtedly crossed paths.

Horace was ill and Caroline was screaming down the phone to Demelza that she needed someone to come and sit with her whilst waiting for the vet.

“I will be all of two minutes, I still have my pyjamas on and I’m getting in the car!” Demelza insisted before hanging up and Caroline wept into her silk pyjamas with CP printed on the pocket as Horace continued to groan in pain.

“My poor baby.” She stroked his inflamed stomach. “My poor poor baby.”

Her doorbell rang and she raced to get it but there seemed to be an animated conversation happening as she opened the door.

“Demelza, I’m pretty sure this isn’t Sainsbu-” The voice cut off when they locked eyes with Caroline.

Dwight Enys as she lived and breathed.

“Where’s Horace?” Demelza demanded, marching straight in, a brush physically wedged in her hair and dinosaur onesie on.

Leaving Dwight and Caroline stood either side of the door, smiling awkwardly, barely able to make eye contact.

“Hi.” Caroline barely whispered. “Come in.”

“Thanks.” Dwight’s smile was tense but genuine as he followed her upstairs where Demelza was already stroking Horace.

She looked up. “Oh yeah sorry. This is Dwight. Dwight Caroline, Caroline Dwight.” She waved between the both of them and they shared a pained smile. “I offered Dwight a ride to Sainsbury's but he's a doctor so he could be of some use here I guess.”

“Well. I don't really do animals.” He shrugged. “But wouldn't hurt to try.”

He kneeled down next to Horace who immediately growled at him.

“That's so weird.” Demelza shook her head. “Horace is normally lovely.”

“Eh,” Caroline shrugged. “He's got a side.”

Dwight placed his hands on Horace’s stomach before nodding to himself. “It seems his stomach is a little inflamed from too much rich food.”

“I told you Caroline!” Demelza pointed accusingly. “Dwight she feeds him steak!”

“I can't believe you just ratted me out.” Caroline recoiled. “Only occasionally.”

“Well don't.” Dwight laughed a little. “Horace isn't seriously ill. The vet will give you a few things to make the inflammation go down but honestly, just stick to dog food.”

“And you say you aren't a vet.” Caroline teased, testing the waters.

“I'm really not. Would really appreciate a second opinion from an animal expert right now if I'm honest.” Dwight shrugged but he had a smile on his face.

“Well now we have tranquilized Caroline, we may as well go and buy you your ryvitas and other vegan shit you eat.” Demelza told Dwight. “But I've desperately got to go to the loo first. Meet me downstairs.”

She left in a hurry and Caroline stood up, suddenly very aware how much of a mess she looked with puffy eyes and creased pyjamas covered in dog hair.

“Well thank you anyway.” She looked him right in his cool blue eyes this time. “Dr Enys.”

He followed her down the stairs and she explained. “I knew we were bound to meet one day, I just didn't think I would look like,” she indicated to herself, “this.”

“Like what?” Dwight was honestly confused. “If my dog was ill, I would look a whole lot worse than you do. You should actually see me after a twelve hour shift.”

They both laughed at the thought before Dwight spoke again. “You know, I think Demelza has been trying to set us up for a while.”

Caroline began to link the dots in her head. “Seems about right.” She shook her head. “She's too cunning for me. But you never replied to my texts though.” She shrugged.

“Because I couldn't think of an answer. Maybe until I met you.”

She stood closer to him, slightly cutting his personal space. “Do you have one now?”

He replied. “No, but I have a question. Without the interference of our friends and fate, would you like to go on a date with me?”

I think we all know the answer.

Dr McSteamy 12:07 x

Caroline 12:08 xxxxxxxxxxxxx

#poldark #dwight x caroline #dwight enys #caroline penvenen #au #fic #jdisvidwfvb hope u like it

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Just in time for Valentine’s Day- A Shandy Proposal!

CHRISTMAS IN CONNECTICUT-PART 6

“Andy, is everything all right?”

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“You seem very distracted. You have since we got back from our massage.”

They had a lovely intimate table next to the fireplace in the inn’s cozy dining room and a view of the skaters on the pond, yet Andy seemed more focused on the door leading into the inn’s lobby. It wasn’t like him to be so inattentive. Usually when they had dinner together he was 100% focused on her. Tonight he was distracted and fidgety and non-committal and the only time he acted like that was when he knew he’d done something that would displease her, or when he had to tell her something she wasn’t going to like hearing.

Her eyes narrowed with concern. “You sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Sharon, it was a pinched nerve that caused a terrible muscle spasm and I couldn’t catch my breath.”

“Brought on by stress over the shooting. Because if I had been sitting in Chief Taylor’s seat and he sitting in mine, I would probably be the one who’d been killed in that shooting instead of being the one who killed the shooter. And you were right there watching that all play out and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do to stop it from happening.”

“And I didn’t talk about it with you because you had enough on your plate with the guilt you felt over not having any remorse for killing that Nazi scumbag Dwight. We talked about all this while I was in the hospital. I won’t bottle up my fears anymore and neither will you. Because you do a pretty good job of that yourself.”

Sharon’s lips twitched with amusement. “You are right about that, Andy. Look, we’ve both been alone for a very long time. It’s natural that it would take some time to get too used to having someone in our lives that we can lean on, that we can count on. But I want us to get there. I want you to know I’m always here for you and I’ll always listen to what you have to say, even if I don’t agree with you or you just need to vent. You don’t need to protect me. Just don’t bottle it up inside anymore. It isn’t good for your health and it isn’t good for our relationship.”

He reached across the table taking her hand in his, running his thumb over her knuckles. “And you’ll do the same?”

“I’ll do the same.”

“Oh.” Andy let go of her hand like it was a hot potato.

Sharon turned to see what had created that spark of recognition in his eye and saw an attractive blond in the doorway. The woman caught her eye and immediately ducked away. “Andy?” she questioned with a frown as Andy rose from his seat.

“I’ll be right back. I just need to use the restroom.”

Sharon’s stomach knotted, her eyes following Andy toward the direction the blonde had taken--opposite of where the restrooms were. What the hell was going on? There was no way that this was happening. Not with Andy.

Of course it’s not like she wasn’t well aware of his infamous past history with women. It was certainly no secret that Andy was gorgeous and sexy and attracted women like bees to honey. She’d read once that the Irish and the Italians combined to make the most beautiful people and that was definitely the case with Andy. There weren’t many men who could pull of the delicious combination of suave GQ model in his colorful dress shirts and fashionable suits and boyish jock in his sweats and t-shirts. She hadn’t known him very well when he was on patrol or even after he’d made detective and worked in Vice, then Robbery/Homicide and finally Major Crimes, but she knew who he was and knew his reputation very well. Women talked and many of the women she worked with salivated over the very hot Andy Flynn. Hot being the operative word.

While she hadn’t personally had any run-ins with Andy in FID, she was well aware that he’d been investigated several times as a bit of a hot-head, but his cases had never been serious enough to make it all the way to her desk. He was known to be smart and passionate, dedicated to his job but also impulsive. It was that impulsive streak and his temper that sometimes got him into trouble. In any case, she also knew of his reputation as a ladies man. Not a crime because he was a single, but it was one of the reasons that she had moved so slowly into a relationship with him. She had to be sure it wasn’t just an impulsive decision on his part and that he wasn’t going to drop her as soon as he got what he wanted. That she wasn’t just another in a string of women on his arm.

Once she’d begun working with Andy and had gotten to know him as a person, not just a reputation and certainly once they’d begun dating, she’d found a lonely man living with some very serious regrets. A man who had been trying to fill a very big hole in his heart with a string of affairs that had led him nowhere.

And during the entire time they’d been together she’d never had a reason to doubt him. The impulsive man who went from woman to woman had spent a year pursuing her, going out with her as a friend--no kissing and certainly no sex, or as Andy referred to it, dating without benefits. And then, when she’d finally acknowledged that what they shared was far more than friendship and agreed to officially date him romantically, he’d been very sweet in accepting her boundaries. The Andy who was used to sleeping with women on a first date had taken on her request for an old fashioned courtship, dates that ended with kisses rather than between the sheets, with the intensity of a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

And though he was ready for sex long before she was, he was always good natured about it and had never given her cause to worry that he might turn to another woman to get what he wasn’t getting from her. He was completely focused on her and on their relationship and because of that she’d come to trust him completely.

She did trust him. So, whatever was going on with that blonde, it couldn’t be personal.

When he arrived back at the table he seemed a little rushed, almost jittery.

“Andy, I’d like to know what’s going on.”

“What? What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”

“I’m a detective. I know when someone is hiding something. And I sure as hell know when the man I am sharing my life with is keeping something from me.”

“It’s nothing, really. Are you finished?”

Sharon nodded and set her coffee mug on the table. Andy signed the bill to be charged to their room.

Still pondering on what was going on with him; Sharon put her jacket back on and stepped out of the inn. Sitting in front of the porch was one of the Austrian Sleigh’s, the two large draft horses that pulled it snorting and stomping their feet in the snow, anxious to get moving. This was a two person sleigh, much smaller than the ones that she’d seen taking out the large groups.

“Your chariot awaits, my lady.”

Sharon turned to see a broad grin on Andy’s face. “This is for us? Just us?”

“Just us.” He began leading her down the porch stairs.

“Welcome,” said the man who greeted them at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m Ron and I’ll be your coachman tonight. It’s a beautiful night for a sleigh ride. You just sit back relax and enjoy the ride. There are blankets in the back to stay warm.”

Once seated Sharon cuddled into Andy and he pulled up the thick faux fur lined blanket and tucked it in around them. The horses took off with a jingle of their harness bells and they began to glide over the snow.

“I can’t believe you did this,” she said. “Is that what all the checking of your watch and that blonde lady were all about?”

“Yes. I told them I wanted a romantic moonlit sleigh ride with my lady and they worked it all out for me.”

“Andy Flynn you really do have a romantic Italian soul.”

“So, you’re not still jealous the kids did this without us yesterday.”

She gave a soft laugh remembering how she‘d pouted a little bit when she thought they‘d been left out. “No. This is much, much better.” She lifted her face to press a kiss to his jaw, murmuring softly against his cold skin, “Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving,By the light of the moon.”

“Did you just make that up?”

She chuckled. “I wish I were that talented. No, it‘s Lord Byron.”

“The poet?”

“Yes.”

“It fits. Though I was thinking more alone the lines of, over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go. “

Sharon laughed. “Well, that fits too.”

***

It was a beautiful clear cold night. The stars were bright in the dark sky, the nearly full moon creating blue swaths over the pristine snow covered hills. With jingling bells they made their way along the frozen river and over the open fields into the moon shadowed forest. Once in the forest the flat terrain steadily climbed up a hill and by the time they came out of the woods into a clearing they were at the very top where a large white gazebo sat alight with hundreds of tiny flickering Christmas lights. An oasis of glittering beauty. The sleigh came to a stop and Ron hopped down to help them out so they could warm up inside the closed in structure and take in the view.

Andy led Sharon inside the gazebo where it was warm and toasty thanks to a woodstove burning in the corner. In the middle of the room sat a small round table covered with a red linen tablecloth. Tall white pillar candles flickered on that table, shining in the crystal champagne flutes and on the silver bucket that held what looked like iced bottles of champagne. If she’d thought the sleigh ride was romantic, well, that appeared to be just the tip of the iceberg.

After warming her hands for a moment over the stove Sharon made her way to front of the gazebo. “Oh Andy,” she breathed. “Come look at this view.”

The gazebo was perched at the very top of the hill and far below them in the valley was the inn, the pond and the lights of the village.

“It’s so beautiful. Like a winter wonderland.”

Andy stepped up beside her. “You’re beautiful, Sharon. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I‘ve always thought that, even when I believed you were the wicked witch of FID. But it was only when I got to know you that I found you are even more beautiful on the inside than you are on the outside. I thought having you take over Major Crimes was one of the worst things that could happen to me, but it turns out it was the best. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love you with all my heart.”

“Oh, Andy.” Sharon turned to him leaning forward as if to kiss him, but he pulled back.

“Wait. I have to do this before I lose my nerve.”

Sharon’s look of adoration turned to one of confusion…Until Andy fell to one knee and she gave a sharp intake of breath. Oh my God. Andy was proposing!

“There are three things I want to say and I don‘t want to forget anything,” he said, pulling out his little police notebook.

Sharon smiled through the tears that had filled her eyes the moment she realized what he was doing.

Andy glanced at his notebook then stuffed it back in his pocket so he could look her directly in the eye when he spoke.

“Okay. One. You know how happy I was when you agreed to live with me. And I am happy. And I know we don’t need a piece of paper to tell us how much we love each other or how committed we are to each other. But I want that piece of paper Sharon. I want to stand in front of a priest and all our family and friends and take those vows, make those promises. I want you to be my wife, not my girlfriend. And I want to be your husband.

Two. For so many years now I’ve felt empty and alone. You’ve made me realize what I’ve been missing all these years. It’s like that dirt bag life coach said. I had a hole in my heart and nothing could fill it. Until you. Now when I look in my heart all I see is you. You make me want to be a better person, a better cop, a better father, a better lover and I hope one day soon a better husband.

And three. Life is short Sharon. I came so close to losing you this year and you thought you were going to lose me. I know we’ve got to figure things out, talk to Father Mark about our options but the one thing I don’t need to figure out is how I feel about you. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and doing my best to make you happy.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. By now the tears that had been burning in Sharon’s eyes began trailing down her cheeks. “Sharon Elizabeth O’Dwyer Raydor, will you marry me?”

Sharon could hardly speak through the tears clogging her throat. “Yes,” she choked. “Oh my God, yes!”

Andy rose and she threw herself in his arms. All her life she’d put her dreams away for someone else. First giving up law school for Jack, and then going into FID for her kids. She now had a job she loved, two of her kids were grown and out of the house. Rusty was doing well and he’d be gone in a few years. It was about time she take a chance at something she wanted. And oh, how she wanted a life with Andy. Sweet, passionate, dependable, romantic, sexy, fun Andy who loved her as no man ever had. Her world really was a better and brighter place with him in it.

“Well.” When he pulled back from her embrace Sharon saw that she was not the only one moved. Tears shone in Andy’s dark eyes, one sliding down his cheek. Slightly embarrassed he quickly brushed it away. “Do you want to have a look at the ring?”

“Oh, yes of course,” she laughed. She took the box and opened it gasping at the glittering princess cut diamond inside. “Oh Andy,” she sighed. “It’s absolutely exquisite.”

“It was my Grandmother Flynn’s ring. But they were kind of poor and I wanted to give you the diamond you deserve, so I brought it to custom jeweler. He kept the vintage band and made smaller diamonds out of the original diamond, which is what you see on the sides here and then I chose this bigger Princess cut because you said it was your favorite style for engagement rings.”

“It is, but when did I say that?”

“One day when we were window shopping last summer. I specifically brought you by a jewelry store so I could get some ideas about what you liked and didn’t like. Then I brought Gavin with me shopping because he knows your style pretty well.”

“Andy. You were thinking about marrying me last summer? We hadn’t even slept together yet.”

“Sharon, sleeping with you has never been a deal breaker. Even if you were a dud in bed I’d still want to marry you. “

She gave a surprised laugh. “Gee, thanks Andy.”

“You’re welcome,” he flashed her that sexy little half grin. “Of course, thankfully you aren’t a dud. In fact, you’re pretty damn amazing in bed. Truth is I think I’ve wanted to marry you since our first dance at Nicole’s wedding.”

“Andy…” she was skeptical.

“Okay, maybe I wasn’t thinking marriage then, but I wasn’t lying when I said I started falling in love with you that night. It was that night that you stopped being Captain Raydor and became my Sharon.”

“Your Sharon?”

“That’s how I thought of you. I know you weren’t even divorced yet and we weren‘t even dating. But after that night you were my Sharon, even if it was only in my mind.”

“Oh Andy, you really are the sweetest man.” She reached a hand up to cup his cheek, her heart so filled it felt like it would burst. She couldn’t remember a time she’d ever been this happy.

“So, let’s try this sucker on,” Andy grinned.

“Yes, let’s do.” Sharon held her hand out and Andy slipped the ring down her slender finger. It fit perfectly. He‘d been pretty sure it would. He knew her ring size because the weekend they‘d gone away to the beach he‘d bought her a claddagh ring to show her how much she meant to him and so she would always be reminded of their first time.

“It is absolutely breathtaking,” she said, moving her hand to catch the light from the candles in the diamond. “I love the vintage band and I love that it was your grandmother’s. And the diamond is absolutely perfect.”

“It reminds me of you, both old fashioned and modern.”

She smiled at the comparison. “And it‘s a custom piece, nobody else in the world has a ring like this.”

“One of a kind, just like you.”

“Uh, excuse me,” they both turned to see the coachman. “I hate to rush you, but we’re going to have to head back soon.”

“How much time?”

“I can give you about 10 more minutes.”

“Perfect.”

“By the way, how did it go?”

Andy took Sharon’s hand and lifted it, beaming as he wiggled her ring finger. “She said yes.”

“Ahh…congratulations. Beautiful place for a proposal, isn’t it?”

“The most beautiful,” Sharon agreed giving Andy a tender smile.

“If you’d like, I could take some pictures of you.”

“That would be great.” Sharon handed him her phone and showed him how to take pictures with it while Andy popped the cork from the bottle of champagne and poured Sharon a glass before pouring a glass of sparking cider for him.

“To my beautiful fiancée. I will be counting the days until you are my wife,” he said.

“And to my very, very handsome fiancé who planned the most romantic proposal ever. I love you Andy.” They touched glasses and kissed while Ron snapped pictures.

****

Back on the sleigh Sharon immediately curled back up against Andy, holding her hand out to continue admiring her engagement ring in the moonlight. “The kids are going to be so surprised.”

“Well,” Andy hedged. “Maybe not so surprised.”

“What do you mean? Did you tell them you were proposing tonight?” She couldn’t keep the disappointment in her tone out of the question.

“No, not tonight, just sometime in the future.”

“And how did that come up?”

“I wanted to get their take on things before I asked you to marry me. I mean I know I didn’t need their permission or anything, but I was hoping to get their blessing. I know how important your kids are to you, Sharon, and I knew it was something you’d want too.”

“You really do know me, don’t you?”

“Guess it helps that we were friends well before we were lovers.”

“You weren’t saying that before we were lovers,” she reminded him wryly.

“Yeah, well, you can’t blame a guy for a little impatience. Not when he’s dating a smart, sassy, sexy woman who wants to take things slow.”

“You survived,” she grinned.

“And you were worth the wait.”

“So, did you get their blessing?”

“I did. Emily was easy. She’s ready to start planning the wedding. Rusty, well he sort of expected this since I’ve been living with you. He’s used to us together. Ricky was the toughest.”

“Oh no. Was he an ass to you? Sometimes I want to throttle that boy. You know when Jack left there were so many people telling him “you have to be the man of the house now”. But I hated that. He was just a little boy and I never wanted him to feel like that. I was the adult, I was the parent. But there are times, especially now that he’s older, that he gets a little too full of himself and starts acting like he’s my parent not my son.”

“Whoa, Sharon, relax. He was fine, really. I get along great Ricky. I always have. He likes me. He thinks I’m good for you. He sees how happy you are. He’s just protective of you. They all are. They don’t want to see you hurt. They remember what it was like when Jack hurt you and how hard it was on you. They don’t want to see it happen again, none of them. Ricky was just the one that made it clear that hurting you might cause me to end up at the bottom of the Pacific.”

Sharon shook her head rolling her eyes. “He said that? And I always thought he was a smart boy. You don’t threaten the police.”

“It’s okay. I understand where he’s coming from. If anyone ever hurt you, I’d put them at the bottom of the Pacific myself.”

Sharon shivered. She wasn’t so sure Andy was exaggerating on that point.

“You’ve got great kids Sharon. They love you very much. All three of them said that after putting them first for so many years you deserve to be happy and if I make you happy, I have their blessing.”

“You make me happy,” she assured him.

“Good, then that’s settled. And you can surprise them with our news.”

“I think I want to wait.”

Andy’s face fell and Sharon quickly took his hand. “Don’t panic. Not for long. I’m done with moving slow. I was just thinking, maybe we should wait until Christmas Eve dinner at my parents. We can surprise everyone with the news and it’s only a couple days away.”

“I think I can wait that long.”

“Of course that means I’m going to have to take my ring off.” She sounded so sad it brought a smile to Andy’s face.

“I’m glad you like it so much, sweetheart.”

“I love it.” And now that she had Andy’s ring on her finger the last thing she wanted to do was take it off. “But I suppose I can wait a couple more days to put it on.”

“And then it never comes off?”

“Never, never, never.”

TBC

#sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #Major Crimes #christmas in connecticut #shandy proposal #shandy love #Mary McDonnell #tony denison #Shandy Christmas

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Crystal Palace cult hero Sasa Curcic relives his antics both on and off the pitch

It is 20 years since Sasa Curcic last played for Crystal Palace but he remains a cult hero . He is also well remembered in Aston Villa as much for his off-the-field antics as what he did on it.

Most recently mastered in his native Serbia, Sportsmail caught up. with the eccentric playmaker for a walk around London reflecting on a crazy career …

Former Crystal Palace and Aston Villa midfielder Sasa Curcic talks to Sportsmail & Craig Hope

Sasa Curcic walks five every day miles around London, just for fun. We meet on the South Bank, cross the Thames and head to the heart of the capital.

"Cafe de Paris …" he says about the nightclub at Leicester Square. "Myself and Stan (Collymore) left at 2 am and saw a double-decker party bus – open roof, champagne, beautiful girls. I said, "Stan, we have to do this, I'll get one."

& # 39; I did that. A few weeks later I rented a bus for the team and brought models. It was great, driving around, drinking, singing. They talked about it for months in the dressing room of the villa! & # 39;

Further north is the cosmetic capital Harley Street. Eth Gareth Southgate tells the story about me that I miss a Villa game for a nose operation. Come on, I just wanted to look better. Gareth was jealous. I told him and Andy Townsend: “Guys, if you ever get a discount, three noses for the price of two!” & # 39;

Bolton fans called him the & # 39; Serbian George Best & # 39 ;, a maverick who could play and party

Curcic arrived in Bolton in 1995 for a £ 1.5 million club record of Partizan Belgrade

He became & # 39; the Serbian George Best & # 39 ; called a maverick who could play and party.

When he retired at the age of 29, he stated: & I would not sign for another club, even if I was offered $ 15 million.

& # 39; It would be different if they would offer me 15 women from all over the world. I would say to the president: "Please, let me make these women happy."

Now 47, he welcomes the resemblance to Best. "At best I was like him, a dribbler, an entertainer. I also spent my money on women, fast cars & alcohol, but I agree with him, we wasted the rest! & # 39;

Laughter disappears and Curcic pauses. He wants to mention time for the comparison.

Every day, the 47-year-old-old walks five miles through the streets of the capital just for fun

& He lost the way. I am different, I have changed my path. I have stopped drinking for six years now. I didn't want to finish it that way, it was sad.

"My past is an important part of my journey. High and low. Then you come back. But you have to look in the mirror, believe it and be strong. Now I live on the training grounds. & # 39;

Before enchanting Curcic in Serbia earlier this year, he had been a coach at the Academy of the Palace and the Palace for Life Foundation. It is dusk and we stop for a drink on the Thames, cafe lounges around.

"In the past 10 years I have rebuilt my life. I won the Big Brother from Serbia, but I had no job, no money. I thought, "What should I do?" Commit suicide? No, go to the job center. Start again. I thought about becoming a painter, driving a bus, building.

"But my friends said:" Look at all the parks, millions of children play football in London. You have a name, open an academy. & # 39; And I did. I started putting brochures through doors

He is fond of being remembered at Aston Villa, both for his antics outside the field and for what he did on it

& # 39; Sometimes it is difficult to coach children, they have an idea how they can drip from a Playstation No, look at me!

now I have some more possibilities to go abroad d to coach. Maybe someday I'll be back, my dream is to make it in England. & # 39;

Curcic was born in a fishing village near Belgrade called Besni Fok, which translates to Wild Canal, and there was something of the unmanageable river about his playing style.

& # 39; I taught myself & # 39 ;, he says. "I watched European games on TV and then played until dark." He uses his hand to dribble between the coffee cups.

"I was an individual. That scared people. First I struggled in Bolton and watched the ball go over my head. Then they realized. I would go to (defend) Alan Stubbs: "Here, Stubbsy, just give me the ball." Then I can really do damage. & # 39;

Glenn Hoddle and Chelsea will testify. Curcic & # 39; s first Premier League goal was at Stamford Bridge, halfway with four blue jerseys.

I show that to my players. They love it, like a slalom, always moving, looking for space, that's what I try to teach them. & # 39;

Bolton was relegated and Curcic joined Villa for £ 4 million, another club record.

Despite the fact that he only had 25 appearances during the 1998/99 season, Curcic is a palace legend

An error. I should have stayed, I was a hero. Roy McFarland (boss of Bolton) would say, "Sasa, don't worry about defense, get the ball and do your thing." In Villa Brian Little tried to defend me. What a waste. & # 39;

It was in Bolton that Curcic made his first famous friend, not that presenter Vernon Kay was famous at the time.

"He was just a kid in a nightclub with his friends, who recited my name. We started talking and he said: "In Bolton we are now going for an Indian meal, a few pints, you'll love it". He was right! We have been friends ever since. & # 39;

It was Kay who later introduced Curcic to George Michael, a boy's idol that he considered both pop star and English teacher.

& # 39; I spoke English well because of music and movies. When the first Betamax arrived in the village, all the children would gather and watch Rambo. Even today, when I want to watch a movie, I like: "Bang, Rambo!".

I grew up on UB40. I thought they were Jamaican. One night I and Dwight Yorke were in a nightclub in Birmingham and the front man was there. I was like, "What the …" Dwight said, "Yes, they are Brummies." I went to him and hugged him all night, like a little child. & # 39;

Curcic earned £ 15,000 a week in Villa and started socializing with people like Robbie Williams. He was married and later divorced, the girl from Dudley.

The Serbian missed training to protest in Downing Street against NATO bombing on Belgrade

But his tone changes. It feels as if the high life has left a sour taste, probably champagne.

I cannot say that I did not enjoy it, I do, & he begins. "But my dream was to play for Partizan, my team. I should have stayed. I would have my own booth, I would be a manager.

"Here came an accident. Bolton came to see our right back, but he was injured. I said that I would play, that was not the intention. The scout loved me and … "He runs away.

" But all the craziness here, the crazy money, it spoiled me, it ruined me. I would have been a different person. I would not have created millions of pounds, I had not been brought that way. & # 39;

Are you left of your career income?

"Plenty – in the pockets of others. The owners of the night clubs are rich anyway. & # 39;

Despite the fact that he only performed 25 times, Curcic is a palace legend. In 2017, after a 3-0 win over Arsenal, he joined the team in a lap of honor and danced for the fans.

Does he regret not spending more time on that field?

Curcic earned £ 15,000 a week in Villa and started to socialize with people like Robbie Williams Robbie Williams

& Many things happened. Some days I missed training because I was on Downing Street, protesting against NATO bombing Belgrade. I was the leader with the signs.

& # 39; It is a shame that politics often interfered, but I believed in my case. & # 39;

Then he escaped London's chaos in the summer of 1999, albeit for New York.

& # 39; MetroStars wanted me. "Wow, okay, let's enjoy this and then leave." I knew I wouldn't last long. & # 39;

He was right, he had stopped within six months, but not before he tasted the American Dream.

& # 39; I went to Las Vegas with Dennis Rodman I'm a pimp and whore dress up party. That guy … wow. He pulled off his top and the women fell at his feet. & # 39;

Curcic had dinner with Michael Jordan and met the cast of Sopranos during a MetroStars game, which led to preferential treatment in the best restaurants in town. & # 39; I remember getting a table one night while Silvio Berlusconi had to wait, they loved me there. & # 39;

And so for Motherwell. "A little difference, yes?" He says. Five games later – and after a few messing around with the old company – he retired.

Then a phone call from Big Brother.

& I was home again, camping and fishing, just me and the birds. Then I am on television every night for millions.

"Nobody knows this, but I always knocked on the door:" I want to go, get me out ". But they couldn't allow it, everyone looked because of me.

" And then When I came out, there were thousands of people, including the President, I was like a Beatle! "

Like George Best.

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Vol. 32 No. 1 January 2019 George L. Faull, Editor

The Sinner’s Prayer

--By George L. Faull

INTRODUCTION:

“Lord Jesus, I need You. Thank You for dying on the cross for my sins. I open the door of my life and receive You as my Savior and Lord. Thank you for forgiving my sins and giving me eternal life. Take control of the throne of my life. Make me the kind of person You want me to be.”

The following is from Frank Viola and George Barna (Pagan Christianity, Tydale House) pages 189-190

“In our day, the “sinner’s prayer” has replaced the role of water baptism as the initial confession of faith.Unbelievers are told, ‘Say this prayer after me, accept Jesus as your personal Savior, and you will besaved.’ But nowhere in all the New Testament do we find any person being led to the Lord by a sinner’sprayer. And there is not the faintest whisper in the Bible about a ‘personal’ Savior. Instead, unbelievers in the first century were led to Jesus Christ by being taken to the waters of baptism. Put another way, water baptism was the sinner’s prayer in century one! Baptism accompanied the acceptance of the Gospel.

For example, when Lydia heard Paul preach the Gospel, she believed and was immediately baptized with her household (Acts 16:14-15). In the same way, when Paul led the Philippian Jailer and his household to

the Lord, they were immediately baptized (Acts 16:30-33). This was the New Testament pattern (see also Acts 2:41; 8:12, 35-37).

Baptism marked a complete break with the past and a full entrance into Christ and His Church, Baptism was simultaneously an act of faith as well as an expression of faith.”

“As stated earlier, the sinner’s prayer eventually replaced the biblical role of water baptism. Though it is touted as gospel today, this prayer developed only recently. D. L. Moody was the first to employ it. Moody used this ‘model’ for prayer when training his evangelistic coworkers. But it did not reach popular usage until the 1950’s with Billy Graham’s ‘Peace with God’ tract and later with Campus Crusade for Christ’s ‘Four Spiritual Laws’.”

Now notice this was not written by me (George L. Faull). The above quotes come from mainline denominations.

It is only fair to say some trace the prayer of this nature to John Bunyan in 1698 in “Pilgrim’s Progress”.

The way it’s done today evolved from the mourners’ seat (Wheellock), the anxious seat (Charles Finney), the inquiry room (Dwight Moody, R. A. Torrey) and the 3 great Baptists named, “Bill”; Bill Sunday (Sawdust Trail), Billy Graham (Altar call), Bill Bright (Sinner’s prayer).

Even James Kennedy used the method as most radio and TV

evangelists do. All were rooted in “faith only” and Calvinist doctrine, which claims that God elected men to salvation. Men sought salvation by “praying through”. It offers a false security and repentance is seldom even mentioned, if ever.

On the internet, Google “The Sinner’s Prayer” and see how many speak against the sinner’s prayer and prayerfully consider the disuse of this false plan of salvation.

I remember in the fifties the following camp song: “Into my heart, into my heart, come into my heart, Lord Jesus. Come in today, come in to stay, come into my heart, Lord Jesus.”

PROPOSITION:

The Scriptural goal is to get people to obey the Word of God and come INTO Christ, not Christ INTO our hearts! The first item is in the Bible, the second is man-made.

FIRST - The Apostle Paul begins each of his epistles to the churches speaking about being “in Christ”.

In fact, the first mention of “in Christ” is what that epistle is about.

Romans: Christ our Redeemer. "Redemption in Christ" (3:24).

I Corinthians: Christ our Sanctifier. "Sanctification in Christ" (1:2).

II Corinthians: Christ our Victor. "Triumphing in Christ" (2:4).

THE GOSPEL UNASHAMED

January 2019

Galatians: Christ our Liberator. "Liberty in Christ" (2:3). “For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ.”(3:27)

Ephesians: Christ our All. "Spiritual blessings in Heavenly places in Christ" (1:3).

Philippians: Christ our Joy. "Thatyour rejoicing may be more abundant in Christ" (1:26).

Colossians: Christ our Perfecter. "Complete in Him" (1:28).

I Thessalonians: Christ our Hope. "Patience of hope in Christ" (1 :3).

II Thessalonians: Christ our Coming Glory. "That Christ may be glorified in you and you in Him" (1:12).

SECOND - In addition to these above advantages, let’s name a few other important things about being “in Christ”:

Romans 8:1, “There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.”

Romans 8:2, “For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death.”

Romans 8:39, “Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

1 Corinthians 1:30, “But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption:”

1 Corinthians 15:22, “For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.”

2 Corinthians 5:17, “Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”

2 Corinthians 2:14, “Now thanks beunto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.”

Ephesians 2:6, “And hath raised usup together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus:”

Ephesians 2:10, “For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.”

Ephesians 2:13, “But now in Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ.”

Ephesians 3:6, “That the Gentiles should be fellowheirs, and of the same body, and partakers of his promise in Christ by the gospel:”

1 Thessalonians 4:16, “For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:”

THIRD - Though the Bible does not give the sinners’ prayer, it does tell us how to get “into Christ”:

Romans 6:3-5, “3 Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into his death? 4 Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life. 5 For if we have been planted together in the likeness of his death, we shall be also in the likeness of his resurrection:”

Galatians 3:27, “For as many of you as have been baptized into Christhave put on Christ.”

Acts 2:38-41, “38 Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of

the Holy Ghost. 39 For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call. 40 And with many other words did he testify and exhort, saying, Save yourselves from this untoward generation. 41 Then they that gladly received his word were baptized: and the same day there were added unto them about three thousand souls.”

Acts 8:16, “(For as yet he was fallen upon none of them: only they were baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus.)”

Matthew 28:19, “Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing themin (the Greek says “into” the name...) the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:”

1 Corinthians 12:13, “For by one Spirit are we all baptized into one body, whether we be Jews or Gentiles, whether we be bond or free; and have been all made to drinkinto one Spirit.”

As seen from the Scriptures above, if we are baptized “into” (eis) Christ, His death, His Name, His body, we can have assurance for all of the promises spoken of above are “in Christ”.

2 Corinthians 1:20, “For all the promises of God in him are yea, andin him Amen, unto the glory of God by us.”

And if we be “in Christ”, we are born again: 2 Corinthians 5:17,“Therefore if any man be in Christ,he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”

Galatians 6:15, “For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision availeth any thing, nor uncircumcision, but a new creature.”

On the other hand, those who only pray the sinner’s prayer have none of these advantages or promises as those who have been baptized “into Christ”.

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THE GOSPEL UNASHAMED

The only record we have of Jesus coming into anyone’s heart, was Lydia, the seller of purple, whom the Lord opened her heart. Acts 16:14- 15, “14 And a certain woman named Lydia, a seller of purple, of the city of Thyatira, which worshipped God, heard us: whose heart the Lord opened, that she attended unto the things which were spoken of Paul. 15 And when she was baptized, and her household, she besought us, saying, If ye have judged me to be faithful to the Lord, come into my house, and abide there. And she constrained us.”

How did the Lord open her heart? She heard and attended the things which were spoken of Paul and when she was baptized and her household, she got involved in His work.

FOURTH – Saving faith comes by hearing and obeying the Word of God.

We preachers must preach the Word for success.

There is no faith without hearing the Word. Romans 10:17, “So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.”

No one is begotten, or born again, without the Word. The Word is God’s semen. 1 Peter 1:23, “23 Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever.”

If there is no Word, there is no milk. 1 Peter 2:2, “As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word, that ye may grow thereby:”

If no Word, there is no meat for maturing. Hebrews 5:12-14,” 12 For when for the time ye ought to be teachers, ye have need that one teach you again which be the first principles of the oracles of God; and are become such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat. 13 For every one that useth milk is unskilful in the word of righteousness: for he is a babe. 14 But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full

age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.”

1 Corinthians 3:1-2, “1 And I, brethren, could not speak unto you as unto spiritual, but as unto carnal,even as unto babes in Christ. 2 I have fed you with milk, and not with meat: for hitherto ye were not able to bear it, neither yet now are ye able.”

If there is no Word, there is no revelation for knowledge. 1 Corinthians 2:14-16, “14 But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned. 15 But he that is spiritual judgeth all things, yet he himself is judged of no man. 16 For who hath known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? But we have the mind of Christ.”

(My thoughts are not your thoughts.) Inspiration, illumination, and revelation.

If there is no Word, there is no truth to set men free. John 8:32“And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”

If there is no Word, there is no sanctification to make men holy.John 17:17, “Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth.”

If there is no Word, there is no revelation so men will not perish. Proverbs 29:18, “Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.”

If there is no Word, there is no light, but darkness. Psalms 119:105, 130, “105 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. 130 The entrance of thy words giveth light; it giveth understanding unto the simple.”

If there is no Word, there is no faith to please God. Hebrews 11:6, “But without faith it is impossible to pleasehim: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.”

If there is no Word preached there is no wisdom unto salvation. 2 Timothy 3:15, “And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus.”

If there is no Word, there is no sword to fight the good fight. Ephesians 6:17, “And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:”

The Word is a defensive and offensive sword.

If there is no Word, there is no harvest for the seed to be planted.Parable of soil – Matthew 13.

If there is no Word, there is no sure word of prophecy so no dawning of the Day Star in our hearts. 2 Peter 1:19, “We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts:”

If there is no Word, there is no mirror to show our sinfulness or how not to dress before the mirror of the world. James 1:23-25, “23 For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass: 24 For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was. 25 But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueththerein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.”

CONCLUSION:

So, my proposition is proven that God wants us to let the Word to be not only heard but obeyed so that we come “INTO” Christ, not just a prayer for Him to come into our hearts.

Do not give a false hope or security to a sincere seeker. Get them to obey from their heart the form of doctrine. Romans 6:17, “But God be thanked, that ye were the servants of sin, but ye have obeyed from the heart that form of doctrine which was delivered you.”

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Here Are Some Secrets You Might Not Have Known About America's Presidents.

We all know basic facts about presidents (or hopefully, at least). George Washington had false teeth and Abe Lincoln was tall, yes. But how much do we really know about our presidents? Here are some crazy interesting and little-known facts about the men who held the most powerful position on Earth.

1.) George Washington’s teeth were made from elephant and walrus tusks, not wood.

2.) William H. Harrison’s campaign opponent said all Harrison did was “sit in his log cabin, drinking hard cider.” Harrison adopted a log cabin and cider as his campaign symbols, and won.

3.) Martin Van Buren was the first president to be born a U.S. citizen.

4.) Andrew Jackson fought in over 100 duels.

5.) John Quincy Adams enjoyed skinny-dipping in the Potomac River to get his kicks.

6.) Monrovia, the capital of the Liberia, is named after James Monroe.

7.) James Madison was America’s smallest president at 5’4, and he weighed less than 100 pounds.

8.) When visiting Shakespeare’s home in Stratford-upon-Avon, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams conspired to (and succeeded in) chipping off a piece of the writer’s old chair as a souvenir.

9.) Despite being the second president, John Adams was the first to live in the White House.

10.) John Tyler had 15 children, the most out of any president.

11.) James K. Polk was the first president to serve a nation that stretched from one coast to the other.

12.) Zachary Taylor ate some bad cherries that likely cause him to die of cholera 5 years later.

13.) Millard Filmore’s wife was also once his teacher.

14.) Franklin Pierce was once arrested for running a lady over with his horse.

15.) James Buchanan would buy slaves in Washington D.C., only to have them freed in Pennsylvania.

16.) Out of the 300 wrestling matches he had in his youth, Abraham Lincoln only lost one.

17.) Andrew Johnson would tailor his own suits.

18.) Ulysses S. Grant would smoke 20 cigars a day. Surprise! He died of throat cancer.

19.) Rutherford B. Hayes was the first president to use a phone. His phone number was simply “1.”

20.) James A. Garfield could write with both hands at the same time in different languages.

21.) Chester A. Arthur owned 80 pairs of pants.

22.) Glover Cleveland was the first and only president to get married while in the White House. He was also the first and only president to serve two non-consecutive terms (elected again after Harrison).

23.) Benjamin Harrison was the first president to have electricity in the White House.

24.) William Mckinley wore a red carnation on his lapel at all times. The only time he took it off was to give it to a little girl. As soon as he did, he was shot and later died.

25.) Theodore Roosevelt was once shot during a speech. He calmly asked if he had been shot and then said, “I give you my word, I do not care a rap about being shot; not a rap,” and then continued the speech.

26.) William Howard Taft was the heaviest president, weighing 332 pounds.

27.) Woodrow Wilson once dreamed of being a stage performer.

28.) Warren G. Harding once gambled away a set of White House fine china.

29.) Calvin Coolidge was born on the 4th of July.

30.) Herbert Hoover’s son owned two alligators for pets.

31.) Franklin D. Roosevelt’s wife Eleanor was actually his fifth cousin and niece to Theodore Roosevelt.

32.) Harry Truman read every book in his hometown’s library.

33.) Dwight D. Eisenhower installed a putting green at the White House, and played more than 800 rounds of golf there.

34.) John F. Kennedy was a huge James Bond fan.

35.) Lyndon B. Johnson named his penis “Jumbo.”

36.) Richard M. Nixon recommended a play to the Miami Dolphins in Super Bowl VI.

37.) Gerald Ford was a model in college and once appeared on the cover of Cosmopolitan.

38.) Jimmy Carter was the first president to be born in a hospital.

39.) Ronald Reagan’s favorite book was the Bible.

40.) George H.W Bush survived 4 plane crashes in WWII.

41.) Bill Clinton has the most symmetrical face out of any president.

42.) George W. Bush was the captain of the cheerleading team in college.

43.) Barack Obama’s nickname on his high school basketball team was “Barry O’Bomber.”

I think the real fact I’d like to know is how someone found out what LBJ called his penis. Come on LBJ! This is something we’d expect from Clinton, not from you.

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