Plato's closet near me

So myself (40ish f) and my child (sub 10 Yr old m) have been visiting a local atlrtist for approx 1 year in their studio
Studio is located in a local park and accessible to the public
We first visited approx 1 year ago.
The artist was lovely. Talked to my child about art, creativity etc. Gifted my child a book and other gifts. We visited on an ad hoc.basis never more than once every 3 weeks for more than 5 mins
Recently artist seemed to be short and annoyed Second to last time child approached artist while artist was painting picture outside. Artist had headphones in and I advised child to stop short and say hi. Artist turned and looked up to a window smiling. (Obviously no one there) child said hi again and artist screamed and jumped
I said I told child to stay back as I didn't wqht them to scare u are u ok They said oh I got a fright I repeated nervously what I said and showed child painting Artist said I don't want to be frightened and I have 10 plus children coming to say hi every day, I nee dto gey back to my work I guided chikd away
I was annoyed but thought ok we disturbed artist
3 weeks later we are in that part of park I had dissuaded child earlier but they ran ahead on way out as they wanted to see favourite artist
I got near the door of shop/studio and artist appeared with child in tow. Less than a minute since child entered shop
Artist said ah here lads. They keepsl turning up and scared me before come on like I said I told them to stand back and u were ok till u saw them Artist said and you laughed when I was scared. I said no u smiled and so did I as I was nervous Artist said well And I took chikd and said they don't want us here any more Artist said ah now but I directed child away
Child is devastated Wants to know why artist doesn't think they are good any more I haven't a clue. We would maybe turn up for sub 5 mins every 3 or 4 weeks Totally mental
Anything I am missing pls

NO TRADES. All prices are via Venmo or PayPal friends and family and include conus shipping. Will be out for the night, so I may not get to messages or comments until tomorrow morning.
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Turner CNC x Ed’s Manifesto Elvia C - $300 SOLD
Purchased from the latest Elvia run, I’ve carried this a bunch, but only cut a couple boxes. Heat treat version, and comes with both black g10 and ultem scales. Also includes all the original goodies minus one penny (box, penny, spare sheath hardware, sticker, lube, loctite, and certificate.) Just gave it a fresh coat of mineral oil.
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Pena Knives x Stout Knives Mula
$290 $265 includes original packaging. Also includes skiff thick washers (installed).
Carried for a few weeks, cut a few boxes. Has a few small nicks and scratches. Action is a bit stiffer on skiff washers.
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Chaves Knives Ultramar Redencion Street Tanto full ti - lefty tapped with custom milled clip
Price is $350 $230 Comes with lefthanded clip, both stock clips, skiff thick washers, and original packaging.
Lefties rejoice! Up for sale is my user chaves, drilled, tapped, and including a custom milled titanium lefthanded clip that mirrors the stock plain clip. One of the most comfortable knives in hand that I’ve owned. Condition on the knife is shown well in the video. Biggest thing to note is that the last person I had sharpen it took the edge in a little too far, so the secondary point of the tanto can look a little weird because the edge is so close to the curved grind. This could probably be fixed with a reprofile or regrind, but it’s not always noticeable (it’s shown accurately in the video). Absolutely no blade play with stock bearings or skiff washers. Video shows the action on bearings, but this will come with skiff washers installed.
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WE Knife Vision R
$200 $175 Includes conus shipping and original packaging. Also includes and comes with skiff thick washers installed.
Daily user for a couple months, essentially just scratched. Action has a little play on the skiff washers. One of the reasons this design was really appealing to me was the replaceability of the spring for the lock bar. I was testing a regular pen spring for this purpose, and have included it with everything else. It gives a weaker detent, but does still work.
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Guido Octavio Massaro handmade lever lock switchblade - $225 $200
Handmade in Italy, stainless blade and hardware, brass pins, and blond horn scales. Picked up in an antique store, apparently this maker has ceased production so this is one of his last. There’s a little blade play, which I believe is common with and required by this style of knife to function. Just resharpened the edge.
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Emerson Mini CQC-7 lefty tapped - $190 $170
Daily carried this for a bit, the. It sat in my car as a backup. No longer factory edge, but just resharpened to a working edge. Slight chip near the tip, but broken in - no more Emerson lock stick. Very slight side to side blade play. Tapped for both right and left hand carry. Comes with box and papers.
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Some meanings of dreaming about turtles in life
According to feng shui terms, turtles are classified as one of the four spirits: dragon, turtle, turtle, and phoenix - the most revered and sacred animals. The turtle here is a symbol of sophistication, lightness but also endurance and courage. Dreaming of turtles brings the dreamer a lot of luck and convenience in business and trade. Sure, dreams are often interpreted like this, but is dreaming about turtles still dangerous under certain circumstances?
Dreaming of turtles crawling on the sand
Dream interpretation of turtles crawling on the sand. This dream is a harbinger that you need to try a little more, success is very close in front of you. Moreover, this dream also indicates that your intentions and success are almost within reach. Dreaming of turtles crawling on the grass is a harbinger of resounding success, wealth spreading like walking on grass.
Dreaming of turtles wrapped around their legs
Dreaming of turtles crawling on your feet, if you are a man, in this dream there is a woman many years older than you who has a husband and children who instigate you to commit a crime. You can get caught up in a whirlwind of mistakes without even knowing it.
Dreaming of a turtle giving birth To dream of a turtle giving birth to a litter of baby turtles, such a dream is a harbinger of a healthy baby. All the best, health, peace, luck and convenience to your family. Pregnant woman dreaming of turtles A pregnant woman dreams of turtles is a harbinger of the loss of a loved one. Pregnant women dream of turtles is a bad omen for health, please pay more attention to your best friend's health during this time. Dreaming of turtles biting me Dreaming of being bitten by a turtle will not bring you luck or failure. If a single person dreams of being bitten by a turtle, the love line will be more favorable. Dreaming of turtles biting also brings high income in the near future. >>>See more: https://mu88.watch/mo-thay-rua/

Hi im mtf and this is probably a weird question but I’m desperately trying to find relationships with trans people near me. I’m not just looking for romantically relationships I’m also looking for friends like people who I can hang out with or go shopping for clothes or just play video games with. Im in a real red state and i don’t have that kinda support anymore so any advice would be fantastic.

My cats are Fila and Gogo. They were born in the same litter and I have had them since they were a few weeks old. They grew up together and have always gotten along. They have had little moments here and there but have never really fought. A year ago I moved from an apartment to a house and it went great. No issues at all.
A few months ago, I moved back in with my family and brought my cats of course. The first week was ok but now my girl Fila refuses to be around Gogo. She hisses and swats at him whenever he comes near or even in the same room.
Both cats are fixed and have been since they were a few months old. He bit her one time after we moved and I fear that it may have traumatized her and caused this fighting but I don’t know what provoked him to do that since has never done it before.
I have tried separating her in her own room for a few days to help “reintroduce” them but she still hated him. Granted, my heart could only handle keeping her away for 4 days. Should I separate her longer? Should I put him away? He’s a crier and way more social than she is so I am hesitant about putting him in a room.
I don’t know what has caused her to hate him but it really stresses me out and it makes him so sad. He is lonely now since they used to play together everyday.
Any advice?
Additional Info: Fila loves me and my family. She has little moods where she wants to me alone and will make it known but generally she lets us pet her and be around her just fine. It is just Gogo that triggers her

I just got diagnosed with UC about 5 months ago. Lost 25 pounds since the beginning of the year. I now weigh 114lbs. It’s quite upsetting. I am also a Muay Thai fighter and I’m wondering if I can still continue competing….?
I haven’t been able to train consistently ever since I’ve gotten diagnosed and I’ve been competing for 4 years now. Life just suddenly threw the biggest curve ball at me and I’m at a total loss.
I’m not sure how to adjust to this new lifestyle. All the flare ups are tough. I feel weak and I cannot sleep at night. My conditioning has gone down significantly and I’ve lost so much strength. Is there any chance of me competing in the future again? Or is it too hopeful? I took a body shot during a a light drill and that REALLY took me out. It nearly felt like my first liver shot I’ve received.
Any advice?

Prompt: Can you write the script of a crossover with Phineas and Ferb, The Fairly OddParents, & Olivia the Pig?
Response:
Title: "An Extraordinary Crossover Adventure"
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INT. PHINEAS AND FERB'S BACKYARD - DAY
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The sun shines down on a lively backyard where PHINEAS and FERB, stepbrothers with an insatiable thirst for adventure, are brainstorming their latest project. Suddenly, TIMMY TURNER, wearing his iconic pink hat, appears out of thin air with a confused look on his face.
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TIMMY TURNER
(looking around)
Whoa! Where am I? This isn't Dimmsdale!
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PHINEAS
(excitedly)
Hey there! You must be from another dimension. We're Phineas and Ferb, and this is our backyard. Want to join us for an extraordinary adventure?
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TIMMY TURNER
(grinning)
Sure thing! As long as there's no evil babysitter or talking dog involved.
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FERB hands TIMMY a toolbox filled with gadgets and devices, and they get to work constructing an interdimensional portal. Meanwhile, OLIVIA, an imaginative and curious young pig, stumbles upon the scene.
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OLIVIA
(fascinated)
Oh my, what's going on here?
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PHINEAS
(enthusiastically)
Hey, Olivia! We're about to embark on an incredible adventure. Care to join us?
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OLIVIA
(with a smile)
Absolutely! I can't resist an adventure. And I've got my trusty red toolbox ready to help.
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As the portal nears completion, COSMO and WANDA, TIMMY'S fairy godparents, pop in with a sparkle of magic.
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COSMO
(excitedly)
Hey, Timmy! Did you wish for an adventure?
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TIMMY TURNER
(chuckling)
No, this time it's all by chance. But I'm glad you guys are here!
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JIMMY NEUTRON, genius boy inventor from Retroville, flies in on his jetpack.
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JIMMY NEUTRON
(landing)
Did someone say adventure? Count me in!
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PHINEAS
(excitedly)
Great to have you, Jimmy! We're about to activate our portal. It can take us anywhere, even to other dimensions!
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FERB activates the portal, and a shimmering gateway appears in the middle of the backyard. The group gathers, ready to step into the unknown.
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INT. INTERDIMENSIONAL CROSSOVER - UNKNOWN LOCATION
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The gang finds themselves in a breathtaking alternate dimension, a fusion of their respective worlds. They explore together, encountering fantastical creatures and magical landscapes.
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PHINEAS
(amazed)
Look at this place! It's like all our imaginations collided into one!
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OLIVIA
(exclaiming)
And everything is so colorful and vibrant!
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As they journey through the dimension, they face various challenges that require their collective skills and ingenuity. PHINEAS and FERB construct marvelous contraptions, JIMMY provides scientific solutions, TIMMY'S fairy godparents grant wishes, and OLIVIA's boundless creativity adds a touch of magic to their endeavors.
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In the midst of their adventure, they stumble upon DOOFENSHMIRTZ, an eccentric and comical scientist.
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DOOFENSHMIRTZ
(startled)
Well, well, well! If it isn't a bunch of meddling kids from different dimensions! Prepare to face my -inator!
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The gang exchanges knowing glances and springs into action, working together seamlessly to foil DOOFENSHMIRTZ's evil plans using their combined skills and powers.
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PHINEAS
(smiling)
Doofenshmirtz, we believe in the power of friendship and cooperation!
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With their unity, they thwart DOOFENSHMIRTZ's -inator, inadvertently turning it into a "Friend
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ship-inator" that spreads harmony and understanding.
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As they near the end of their adventure, they find themselves facing a towering obstacle, too tall to overcome.
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TIMMY TURNER
(pondering)
If only we had some sort of magical boost!
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COSMO
(excitedly)
Hey, what if we combine our magic to create a temporary giant levitation spell?
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They join forces, and with a shimmer of magic, lift themselves over the obstacle, emerging triumphant on the other side.
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EXT. PHINEAS AND FERB'S BACKYARD - DAY
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The group steps out of the portal, back into the familiar backyard, with memories of an extraordinary adventure that will forever bond them.
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TIMMY TURNER
(grateful)
Thanks, guys. That was one incredible crossover.
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PHINEAS
(smiling)
No problem, Timmy! We're always up for adventure, no matter the dimension.
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They bid farewell, each returning to their respective worlds, but forever connected through their extraordinary crossover experience.
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FADE OUT.

I started back riding after 10 years off, right when Covid hit. I had put on about 40 lbs, just started blood pressure medication and had rising cholesterol. Not good for a guy with a family history of heart disease, both parents suffering strokes. Dropped from 210 lbs to 157 lbs, off bp meds and cholesterol meds. I ride so that at nearly 50, I can one day walk my daughter, who is now 10, down the aisle at her wedding. Just maybe see her have her own kids ( if she wants them). I ride for my dad who passed away 4 years ago from dementia. I ride for my mom who had a 4x bypass 20 years ago. I ride to burn off stress from working 45 hours a week. I ride uphill so I get the same excitement rolling downhill at 35 mph I used get as a kid on my BMX bike rolling down roads in campgrounds. I started road riding when I was about 13, I was pretty small for my age. To little to play organized basketball of football. But I had pretty beefy quads and lungs for hours. Never raced a bike, but always enjoyed where it and my legs took me. Why do you ride?

Credit for the original story goes to u/spacepaladin15.
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Memory transcript subject: Sasha Everett, ex-UN noncombatant
Date [Standardized Human Time]: February 29th, 2177
Location: Upper layer of City 23, Venlil Prime
“I’m going, I’m going! Gojids aren’t— khh-aah! — exactly limber in their older years, Sasha! Right, I don’t see anyone in this hallway either, you can come in.”
Sasha clambered through the window after her talkative gray-quilled friend, slipping through with significantly less effort despite her larger frame. The Rising Star was laughably unsecure; windows were unlocked and at chest height, with no alarm system to speak of. The hotel was in some sort of lockdown due to the exterminator presence, all residents and staff hiding behind locked doors. It would be an issue if their target was stowed in a room, but at least the halls were empty. All that left for security was the exterminators gathered at the entrance, and—
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“Get back!”
An extended claw stopped her from tripping straight into an intersection, as Burai forced her back into the hallway. “There’s cameras here, they’ll spot you!”
“Haven’t they already seen you? You’re standing right in their view.”
“No, they… I mean, yes, but nobody’ll care about a Gojid in the halls. To a surveillance AI scanning a spaceport hotel, that’s business as usual. But as soon as a human steps out here, security will be notified about a ‘potential predation incident’. Just stay there, and let me… let… w-what?”
“Burai? What’s going on?”
Burai was staring down the hall, eyes rapidly flitting to focus on something which she couldn’t see from her view in the adjacent hall. His jaw was entirely slack for several seconds before he managed to collect himself.
“The, uh… cameras. The cameras are shut down. All of them, they’re staring at the ground and their lights are out. I think you can come out now.”
They had little time to spare, and hesitation would only hurt their chances. She paced out into the corridor alongside Burai, casting a glance down both ways. It was as he’d said; every camera was unlit and staring loosely at the floor. Likely Trish’s doing. No way to tell if (or when) they’d reactivate, so they had to get moving. Burai apparently thought the same, though his relatively stubby legs meant his sprint was about level with her stride.
As they moved through the hall at slightly less than record pace, Sasha began taking in her surroundings. It could be useful to memorize if they had to leave the way they came, so she absorbed every detail she could as they ran like hell/jogged with mild exertion. Orange walls, painted in a stepped gradient from burnt orange to a light cream. A fascinating choice for a world where the native species had orange-colored blood, but apparently they couldn’t be bothered to pretend that prey should be scared of anything bearing the color of their blood anymore. She had to admit, it was a welcome change.
Lining the walls were an assortment of mounted displays. Arranged in a pattern which looked random but was carefully considered for visual balance, they showed an assortment of artwork from every species. She even thought she recognized a few human paintings, mixed alongside the rest of the dizzying collage.
Maybe she had, but it was hard to say for sure. She didn’t have time to get a good look before every panel suddenly went dark at once, with nothing in the way of warning or fanfare. For a brief instant, the hall was filled with rows of ominous black rectangles, before two white lines of text appeared on each and every one:
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FLOOR THREE LOBBY
LEFT OF VENDING MACHINE
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The panels switched back to their previous display of artwork almost too quickly to read the message. Sasha was left briefly wondering if she was simply hallucinating from the stress, but Burai’s once-again slack jaw dispelled that notion. He looked up at her, trying to say something but failing for lack of breath.
They were on floor zero. The elevators were disabled due to the lockdown, and the stairs were arranged in such a way that one needed to cross around half the building to get to the next one up (whoever was in charge of planning apparently didn’t consider fire a real issue). If they were to make it upstairs before the exterminators caught up with them, they couldn’t be constrained by Burai’s sluggish pace.
In one beautiful fluid motion, she tore off her jacket, wrapped it around Burai, and picked him up. The thick flame-resistant plastic fiber made for an excellent barrier against his spikes, shielding her from a moderately painful and very embarrassing impalement. Burai squeaked in shock, but didn’t protest; they both knew that he couldn’t keep up with an endurance hunter’s jog. Without even the bare imitation of caution, she tore off towards the stairs with Burai in tow. They couldn’t afford to lose time playing at caution when their target was three floors above them through a bizarrely labyrinthian series of stairs.
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They’d hardly made it halfway through the second floor when their progress was rather rudely interrupted. A small contingent of exterminators milled about the entrance to the stairwell, too engrossed in conversation to notice the couple of interlopers rapidly skid to a stop and duck behind an archway.
In the reflection of an unpowered screen near the door, Sasha and Burai watched the exterminators from a ‘safe’ distance. The majority of them broke away to rush down another corridor, leaving only two at the stairs: a Venlil and Harchen, judging by their frames. Snippets of their conversation drifted down the empty hall, intermittently cut out by the screeching sound of a broken automatic door repeatedly trying and failing to close.
“—on the first floor, either. You sure they—”
“—way. It has to be here somewhere. ‘Course, Yawi—”
“—d never! You know, that human can’t tell the di—”
On the next screech, Burai made his move. With the noise of the door covering the sound of his approach, he managed to get within meters of the exterminators undetected. At the last second before they noticed his presence, he moved around to make it look like he’d come from another hallway. Then, he drew a breath.
“H-Help! Help me!”
The two wheeled around, flamethrowers already primed before they spotted their assailant. Gojid were generally less than respected owing to their nature as cured predators, but an old man screaming for help didn’t exactly spark fear. Their weapons lowered, and the Venlil flicked a tail in friendly greeting. The Harchen seemed less amused.
“What are you doing outside of your room, Gojid? The hotel’s on lockdown. We’ve gotten notice of a bio—”
“No, no, please don’t make me g-go back there! There’s a… a h-h…”
“A human in your room? Mind telling us what you were doing staying with one?”
“I heard… I heard crying on the outside of the door, so I let him in… I didn’t realize it was…”
The Venlil put a gentle paw over the shaking Gojid. “I understand. Don’t worry, its deception dies with us. You’re safe. Can you tell us what room it’s in now?”
“F-four.. nineteen.”
“I see. Kyura, go check out room 419. I’ll stay here and—”
“Wait! It’s got a… a…”
Burai didn’t finish, choosing to let himself devolve into another bout of feigned fear. In the absence of details, the two would imagine the human to be armed with whatever scared them most. His bet paid off; the Venlil rose to her feet and rushed after the Harchen with her weapon aimed slightly upward at what would be a human’s center mass.
He let his act continue for a few more seconds, apparently waiting until he was certain they wouldn’t double back before scrambling for the stairs. By the time he made his way up to the third floor, she was already beside him and panting slightly.
“What… was that?”
“Improv. You should try it sometime! Anyway, I don’t think we have much time before those idiots realize there’s no room 419 on this floor, so we’re really on the clock. You see what we’re looking for anywhere?”
Sasha kept breathing hard as she scanned the room, before wordlessly rushing off next to a window overlooking a side alley which connected to the one the rest of their their group was perched on. Underneath, a backpack emblazoned with the UN’s logo was stuffed haphazardly next to a vending machine. Apparently, it had been tossed there in a rush as the building was put under lockdown, rather than carefully hidden. She picked it up, looked it over, and nodded at Burai.
“Great. Although…” He looked around the room a few times before returning his attention back to her.
“...unless there’s a parachute in there, I’m not sure it matters much. The lower floors are crawling with exterminators. I don’t see any obvious exits, and I really don’t favor our odds for a 3-story fall. Sasha?”
“Burai, get over here.”
Burai sauntered over as fast as his legs would carry him. She gestured at the window with her head.
“...You can’t be serious.”
“I am. There’s a dumpster below us, we passed it earlier. Filled with fabric, probably a load of blankets they threw out. You’ll be fine. Just cover your head and land feetfirst.”
“Sasha, I think I’d rather burn— AHCK!—”
With Burai in one arm and the backpack in the other, Sasha kicked out the window screen and jumped before she could stop to regret the decision.
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The brunt of the pain stabbed her side, as a couple of Burai’s spines slipped past her unzipped jacket to jab themselves in her torso. Aside from that minor embarrassing oversight, she was unharmed. Her complete lack of training was handily circumvented by sheer dumb luck and the merciful softness of discarded hotel bedding. By the time she reoriented herself, Burai was already dragging her out of the dumpster. Bedsheets clung to his spikes, but aside from his pride, he too seemed unharmed.
Another hand, or rather bandaged paw, pulled her to her feet. Tressa encircled her like a short fluffy snake, apparently checking for injuries. Satisfied after two coils, he switched to watching their flank as the rest of them regrouped and recuperated. James was helping Burai pick fabric from his spines. Trish eyed the backpack, before turning her attention to the spot of red at her side.
“Sasha, can you move?”
“Yes. It’s just a skin wound, I’ll be fine. Is Beast all set to go?”
James’ muffled voice rang out from behind her. “Practically raring, last I checked! And a good thing too, because we’re skipping town immediately. Don’t have any time for the usual runaround, not with all this unwanted attention.”
As they closed in on the main street, Sasha zipped up her jacket to cover the wound and slung the backpack over a shoulder. She tried to act normal and casual, though the most she could realistically manage in that regard was to cover any limp from the pain in her torso. The rest of them slipped into their rehearsed roles, immediately cutting any discussion about the situation in favor of meaningless small talk which nobody could take notice of. Hopefully, their acting would be enough to cover for her lack thereof.
The street was awash with people, a viscous fluid of bodies pulling every which way. The lively roar of activity would be enough to cover their tracks as they made their way back to Beast, even if the exterminators realized they had a runaway. Still, time worked against them. The sooner they could get going, the better.
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Memory transcript subject: Kelsen, Venlil extermination officer
Date [Standardized Human Time]: February 29th, 2177
Location: City 23, Venlil Prime
Kelsen watched through the screen of a digital scope as the ragtag group of predators and predator diseased piled into their little barely-functional van, practically crushing each other for lack of space. Once they were packed in shoulder-to-shoulder like cattle, the pathetic thing sputtered to life and limped out into the street.
They must’ve assumed the van was untraceable owing to its advanced age. It was true that automated systems wouldn’t cooperate, but a tracker planted on the underside would have no issues. Their retreat would lead the law straight back to their den.
Well... OK, so maybe the law could wait a moment. Official practice dictated that anything “contaminated” by predators be burned without delay, but he just couldn’t have that. Since the idiotic Federation-wide ban on near-sentient surveillance AI a couple years ago, their leads on predator subversives were running thinner by the day. A raid could gather invaluable intel.
He already had a squad lined up, with body armor instead of hazard suits and kinetic weapons instead of flamethrowers. He’d even rallied up an investigator, a successfully reeducated human who hunted information rather than helpless prey. It would be such a shame to let all that go to waste and simply burn their hideout to ash; that could always come later. Besides, he’d put far too much effort into tracking this group to simply pour some napalm and call it a day.
His little raid would have to operate outside the law to get results. That hadn’t been an issue to arrange, of course, but it meant that if things went south they wouldn’t get any backup. He couldn’t afford to be hasty about this.
But he couldn’t afford to be passive, either. The facial recognition software they’d used to ID and track the Gojid was already skirting the law; their raiding party was actively flaunting it. Kelsen couldn’t let his noble work fall victim to the chains of bureaucracy.
If he wanted to get away with this, he’d have to do it tonight.
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For background it is not uncommon for me to have very painful periods or reacuring UTIs. But this time my period was AWFUL and I'm pretty sure my UTI was present during my period so maybe that might be why it was extra horrible this time? Idk. Also I had been working 12 hr shifts during my period and wearing a pad and would be too busy to change it as often as I should. I also have a pretty large butt and most of my underwear can easily turn into a thong easily and I'm afraid my pad might have chaffed me while it was riding up my butt and I was doing a lot of walking during work. But I noticed I have 2 little white open sore spots one on the bottom of my labia and the other a little lower closer to my anus on my butt cheek. I did some research and now I'm freaking out about my symptoms. I really hope it's just a cluster of other things making it seem bad but it kinda sounds like herpes. I was experiencing horrible pelvic pain, horrible body aches, slight fever and headache and burning while I pee and now I have 2 little raw open spots near my vagina and anus. But I did just get off my period 2 days ago and have a UTI and like I mentioned it's possible my pad chaffed me.. I'm just not sure if it would leave spots that look like that. Also I never had blisters and they don't have any fluid or scabs but they do look kinda like little ulcers. Idk how to add a picture but I can DM anyone who knows enough about herpes to tell. I'm really worried. Both me and my partner have been cheated on by our exes and I'm afraid either I'm having a delayed out break or maybe he's a symptomatic but was still carrying it.

I live in an apartment building that was lit about 4 years ago and I have a Fios TV One Video Media Server STB. I would say that about every 8-10 months, something goes wrong with my set top box (failed update or some glitch) and it starts to malfunction. I'll know it's starting when the picture keeps freezing randomly for a second. After a week or so, it escalates to longer freezes and random reboots. If it goes on long enough it will eventually just not work - at all. No picture, no nothing, just hangs on boot or gets stuck in a loop.
There is nothing unusual about my setup. Stock VZ equipment in a closet where all the coax is terminated/connected. The coax jack near the STB is fine (has been tested). I've swapped connectors and cables in the past without any improvement.
Any ideas about why this might be happening. Could it be fiber issue? My neighbors have n

Yoo, so odd situation here. This girl i’m talking to (see at the gym everyday) we have decent connection and I need some advice on something. I’m pretty good with pickup and detecting energy reciprocation, so this is stumping me.
We went on a date last week for coffee, everything was good. This week at the gym, talked a few times and told her today if she wanted to come with me Sunday to hike on a trail near where we live, she could come. She agreed, said she couldn’t do Saturday but Sunday she was free. (her suggestion). I said ight bet.
So, I dm’d her about an hour ago and was like “hey can i grab ur number so in case you need help finding the trail location i can call”. she responded, “no sir, dms work better for me right now”.
i’m like bro… are u serious? i don’t think it’s that deep. i get maybe still being cautious but if you aren’t interested why bother suggesting another time slot for sunday? any insight here is appreciated

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I posted this before, but now have ebook available as PDF and epub (no registering) and always free.
https://disabled101.wordpress.com/2023/05/30/download-pdf-for-book-disabled-101-adult-onset-disability-in-an-ableist-world/
In 2018, I developed an advanced stage 4 melanoma. I received immunotherapy that took me from being near death to in remission within 3 years.
The treatment was very toxic and I developed medical conditions and disabilities because of them.
It was a difficult journey to go through. I ve come through the otherside. Part of what helped me was to put everything I learned into a book (with my wife's help).
The book is about adapting to any adult onset disability and empowering your life
I've e-published the book for free and its available for free through Smashwords, kobo and other sites as a epub file. You may have to register with site -or- link at top for no registration.
There are no advertisements, no catch. I just want to try to help ppl who may be going through a similar situation. Its free.
Title: Disabled101: Adult Onset Disability in an Ableist World
Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1394712?ref=
Kobo https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/disabled-101-adult-onset-disability-in-an-ableist-world
Pls let me know if it helped you. Email is on copyright page.
Thanks. MJ Kuhn

I am looking for a part- time weekend only job preferably near south side.. I am just curious to know if anybody knows companies hiring for just weekends availability. Min wage is fine for me. Trying to keep myself busy. As I have nothing to do in weekends.

I just want to find someone who wants to be around me. My friends say they like spending time with me but I have had the same friends for so long and new people have not come into my life for a very long time. I am near Boston and im just looking for a girl to be around it doesn’t have to be anything more than that if you don’t want it to be I just think it would make me feel a lot less lonely if I had a new friend that was a girl. Im into mostly generic things like sports and anime but I just picked up the new street fighter and Diablo and those games are actually amazing so it would be cool to play those game with someone new. If you would like to know what I look like just ask me to send a picture and I will gladly follow orders :)

guys, some people are talking and planning on going out for a(i forgot the name but it's where they go out in big groups and fight against something) but they're fighting against us to ban us AGAIN. IT'S PRIDE MONTH THO 😭 and im closeted and my parents are agreeing with those people (this is in australia btw) and today my mum had a talk with me like "theyre trynna teach you guys in your school about gays and lesbians and all that" and i think you know where the talk went after and i just gave my opinion on how we should mind our own business but that's not the point, the POINT IS THEYRE TRYNNA BAN US AGAIN (btw idk what flair to pick)

I'm staying the night at my family's house. My brother just got home from "work". He looks very different. His facial structure looks different. I swear i thought he was only 14 but apparently he is 16??? And he has facial hair?? He didn't have any like many days ago when i was here. He looks and sounds different every time. I know many people would dismiss this as a sibling simply growing up, but something is way off. Like, his mannerisms and energy are very different from the brother I knew. It's causing me a lot of distress because I don't believe this person is really the brother I know, I don't get that sibling feeling like I normally do. My mom swears up and down he has always looked and acted like this, but I don't buy it. Shit isn't sitting right with me one bit. Part of my logicality says that this is probably a facial recognition distortion or something like that, but the other part of me is suspicious as hell. I don't know why, but i seriously don't think this is my real brother, it's almost like a near perfect clone. I hate this because it's making my stay here stressful.

Hi all!
I've been wanting to start dating kaya here I am.
About me: - In the closet pero papanindigan ka 😉 - 5 ft, slim build - Soft masc (I think? Not really sure how to classify myself pero pants and shirt lang go to getup ko and I have medium length hair. I also don't wear makeup unless may occassion), - Slight chinita - Submissive bot - Loves to read books and play games socially. - Love language is physical touch - Has a sense of humolowkey thrill seeker kaya mahilig magjoke in everyday life pero may love rin for deep convos - Introvert pero dumadaldal pag comfy na - No jowa since birth - Career oriented - I think best quality ko is I try to be understanding
About you: - 24+ - Femme - Taller than me with slim to med build - Fun to hang around with - Top - Career oriented
See you in my dms with your fave movie or quote + what you think your best quality is then I'll reply nalang with the one na I think I can best vibe with. We can exchange pics rin to check if we're attracted to each other.