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Issue Four: Tense Toiling Tale
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Arani Desai was wracked. By pain, emotional turmoil, and agitation. She sat in a rickety chair that creaked with each rocking motion of her shaking body. She looked at the floor with the tense brow of someone on the verge of throwing up, although she couldn’t even tell if nausea was one of her current sensations. A cool breeze drifted in from the vents that did little to soothe her. It was the only comfort afforded to her, as the large glass panels making up one wall of the room didn’t allow for much natural temperature control. On the other side of the room, a locked door faced her. It only ever opened to invite her tormentors in.
Arani thumbed a scar left on her leg from a recent encounter. It was small, but scars like that trapped Arani not just in the house, but within her own body. They made her feel small, and she loathed the powerlessness. She stared at her hands. If she figured out the searing power within her, she could destroy everyone around her and never have to live this life again. The thought process was simple. She couldn’t take it anymore. She ran.
Sound grew harsh, then warbled as she jumped through the glass window and into the pool below. She had hit the window full force but miraculously only had minor cuts, the flimsy glass stinging her skin as it was exposed to chlorine. She was wearing light clothing, but she still felt weighted. She surfaced above water, and turned to see the blurred image of a guard jumping in the pool after her, like a brown smear on a canvas.
Arani propelled herself through her amateur swimming skills, trying to cross to the shallow end of the large pool. As the guard closed the distance, Arani slapped her hands towards him, splashing up water that froze into sharp ice. His face was hit by a wave that crashed into ice just before it reached him, disorienting him. Soon the ice began to spread, surrounding the man and encasing him in a shell of cold.
Arani scrambled to the top of the rapidly forming layer of ice that was replacing the pool. Only the guard’s head was exposed, the rest trapped in glacial agony. Seizing the opportunity, she kicked the man’s head repeatedly. Rage had overtaken her, and all she wanted was to burn it out of her. She was brought back to the real world by her senses, which told her that others were coming. She looked around and realized that the luxurious backyard space was still an extension of her cell. She needed to get off of her father’s land.
She climbed over the railing on the edge of the property, hoping to shimmy down one of the support beams that held the complex aloft over the forest floor. In her haste she made a misstep and clumsily fell, grasping out for branches that only whacked at her on her way down. She landed gracefully in a pile of leaves, now on the ground of the jungle. After a moment to regain her bearings, she was spurred onward by the sounds of armed men swarming above her. People were yelling and moving, their intentions to follow her clear. She stole into the jungle, running as fast as she could.
After some good distance was put between her and her pursuers, she came across a creek, an open wound in the earth. She slowed her pace to descend the minor slope into the creek, but it wasn’t slow enough as she walked straight into a trap. One fateful footfall triggered a large net to snatch her into a tree, sending her hanging like a loose tooth.
As she pressed against the coarse rope of the net, a familiar boil returned to her hands. Her touches fried the cables to a crisp, allowing her to begin to free herself from the impromptu prison. It probably wasn’t set up to catch her; more likely, she had entered a poacher’s range. Still, it was an obstacle, and she was almost clawing at the netting to escape it.
She was helped by gunfire that pierced certain weak spots, sending her tumbling to the ground. Her salvation quickly turned to doom, as five guards from her father’s estate surrounded her, guns smoking. Arani stood up and looked around, their faces familiar. One of them was an old good friend of hers from childhood, who grew up to perpetuate her father’s regime. He came up to her, his gun slung over his cocky chest.
“Easy, Arani. No one here wants to hurt you. We’re required to bring you back unharmed, so why don’t you just come peacefully, okay?” He approached her slowly.
Her response was spitting in his face. Enraged, he grabbed onto one of her wrists, slapping her across the face. After a moment, a devilish look crossed his face. “If you’re going to make this difficult, I deserve some compensation. Maybe we can have some fun before your dad locks you away forever…”
“Never,” Arani grunted as she swiftly grabbed the weapon hanging on his chest. She broke his grasp and switched their positioning, pointing the gun at his head. She faced the rest of the men with raised rifles, eyeing her hostage.
“Get lost, or I kill him,” Arani stated, adding after a few seconds of inaction, “Put your guns down!”
When the guards weren’t complying quick enough for her liking, Arani marched over to the creek, kicking her old friend to his knees. His protests were muffled as Arani dunked his head into the water, holding it there. “Lay down your weapons, now!”
The men slowly put down their weapons, Arani’s eyes flickering rapidly between them to make sure they wouldn’t make any sudden moves. By the time the last man had disarmed himself, Arani felt a disturbing lack of movement coming from her palm. She looked down, at the man face-down in the water, not moving. As the men took stock of what happened as well, their looks became furious. Not knowing what to do, Arani made a break for it, using a fallen tree to quickly traverse the creek.
Gunfire followed a few seconds after, forcing Arani to duck and weave. The heat of the jungle and the buzz of insects around her faded into white noise. She only heard her thudding heart, quick breaths, and feet falling beneath her. Bullets whizzed around her haphazardly, until one struck her in the leg. She tumbled down a small incline she was cresting, her only instincts to cover her head. At the bottom of the hill she became face to face with a large hollow tree laid across the ground. She scurried into the husk for shelter, hoping for refuge from her pursuers.
She sloughed her cloth jacket off. She took a look at her leg, a hole in the back leaking blood. With an amateur knowledge of survival medicine, she wrapped her jacket around her leg tight, trying to contain the bleeding somehow. It was uncomfortable, but the more pressing matter came as she heard the men shouting and surrounding the tree. Arani kept as still as possible, but through a hole in the top of the log she made eye contact. She was spotted.
She heard the men hypothesizing on where in the downed log she was as she scurried around, trying to arouse visual and sonic confusion. After a few moments of silence, she popped through a hole in the top. With the gun she had taken, she shot at random and then ducked back under the moss to avoid the returning counter fire, like a sick game of whack-a-mole. Through the opening she had crawled in she shot at one guard’s feet, landing a hit and sending him falling backwards.
The vessel then shook from the opposite direction, as Arani rolled around to see one crazed guard crawling inside the tight space to try and grab her. Swatting his hands away, Arani’s skin flooded with heat. A torrent of flame flew from her hands, scorching the man as the air filled with the stench of frying flesh. However, this action also compromised her haven, making it burn bright quickly. She burst through the fragile hollow, displacing a man who had stood on top of the log for a better vantage point. Flames quickly spread and she ran through them, using the smoke as cover from gunfire.
The terrain sloped back upwards, Arani having reached the other side of the squished valley. As she struggled up the hill, Arani found herself next to a large tree whose branches reached out to her. She hoisted herself into the tree’s arms, climbing upwards to hopefully avoid the men. She hopped from branch to branch, swinging around the tops of the heavily forested area. She watched as the three remaining armsmen gathered below her. They shouted insults at each other as they disagreed over where she could be.
As Arani leaned back against a tree trunk to hide, a flimsy branch she was resting her arm on snapped and clattered to the ground. Her position was compromised. The men shot into the trees, and Arani got the sense that they no longer cared about her making it back alive. Luckily they had a poor idea of where she was, and Arani narrowly avoided being hit as she jumped to another treetop.
Having found a new vantage point, she had a good look at those below. She breathed into her hands, cupping a chill gasp. The frost coalesced into three daggers of ice, stinging her hands. Hurriedly she threw the daggers downwards, hoping to hit each of the men. Her aim was off, and they all plunked into one man. One in his shoulder, one slicing past his neck, one splitting his eye socket open. Seeing his comrade’s body fall, another guard began to climb upwards to get to Arani directly.
Amidst the desperate rustling and dizzying height, Arani lost track of the man. He got the jump on her, tackling her carelessly. They both careened towards the ground. Luckily for Arani, the man’s reckless comrade shot at the falling pair, hitting Arani’s attacker in the back. This allowed Arani to shift their positions so the man was below her, using his body to break her fall as they thudded to the ground. Arani shook to her feet. Her and the final man stared at each other in a silent standoff. The silence was pierced by the man receiving a phone call, giving Arani the distraction needed to run off. The man lightly jogged after her as he took the call, no doubt from her father.
As she ran on, Arani heard the sounds of civilization. Beeps, honks, whirring wheels. She found herself on the edge of the wilderness facing a busy road, a highway to the dockyards that might hold the key to freedom. There was a resting bike on the other side of the highway, one that Arani could hijack. As she strategized how to cross the roiling sea of vehicles, she saw the last guard approaching behind her. She ran.
Horns blared at her as she made her way perilously. The woman stopped and started, the cars stopped and started, the man stopped and started. All parties, willing and unwilling, engaged in a deadly dance. They played a dangerous game of chicken, where Arani would dash past a car just in time for it to block the man’s path. Arani’s foot caught a rock. She stumbled into the path of a truck. She flattened herself against the ground. She survived. She got up. Right into the grinning face of her tormentor. He grabbed her. But he wasn’t paying attention. A car slammed right into him, sending him flying across the asphalt.
Arani miraculously made it to the other side, ignoring the chaos behind her. Her mind blanked out as she rode towards the dockyard, a place she often went as a child. She was surprised how much she still remembered the route. Sweating and panting, she let her stolen vehicle clatter against the ground as she took sight of a boat, waiting and ready to take her to freedom. She could sneak aboard with the cargo without notice, she was sure of it. There was a loading bridge set up, and no one was around. She ran.
But then she heard vehicles pull up behind her, and the slam of closing doors. And she heard her father’s deep, commanding voice, ordering her to “Stop!” She complied, stopping dead in her tracks. Arani turned around, seeing her father flanked by two men in suits holding pistols. Her father wore a business casual outfit as if he had just stepped off of a yacht. A scarf wrapped around his neck, and Arani wished she could run up and tighten it.
Instead, she blasted ice at the two men’s hands, but in her panic it only manifested as misty snow. Arani ran and hid among the various elements of the dockyard, weaving around crates. She raced towards the bridge that would help her further hide among the cargo. As she stepped onto the bridge, she felt strong hands grab her by the ponytail, yanking her back.
“Little girl,” Ashok Desai glared at his daughter, forcing her to look at him. “You have caused me much trouble.”
Arani was too tired for any clever response. She looked back at him. An exhausted but still defiant look was in her eyes. Her expression communicated, ‘Yeah, and…?’
Ashok sighed deeply. “For years I tolerate your evil, and then I have to grapple with your demonic powers that back up your evil. And this is the thanks I get? You should be glad I didn’t bash your head in with a rock as an infant. Why I don’t do that now, gods know…”
“You’ve made enough of a public mess. It’s time to come home. You have to face the consequences of your actions, little girl,” Ashok tried to pull Arani, but she stood firm.
It was time to burn the bridge - literally. She tensed for a moment as pain rocked through her body. All the uses of her powers that day made her feel like a tingling husk, and this was the most taxing yet. She cried out in pain and rage as a wave of fire erupted from within her. Its force set her father ablaze, his screams filling the air as he grabbed at his already scarring face. He toppled into the water, steam rising as he plunged under.
Arani climbed aboard, watching as the two goons scrambled to help their suffering leader. They now had more pressing matters than stopping her. She hid among some of the crates, finding a nook that kept her hidden and allowed her to rest her head for a moment. Sleep didn’t come easy despite her exhaustion. Hours later when she felt and heard the ship moving around her, the soft rocking of the ocean lulled her to sleep. It had been bloody, but she had fought for her independence and made it out to the other side. She would see another day - and perhaps even become alive within it.
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What Arani really shared with the others was, “Actually. I grew up in India. My dad is evil. That’s all you really need to know.”
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2nd Corinthians   Chapter Twelve  

Visions and revelations
[verses 1-10]  

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-2. I am acquainted with [מכיר, MahKeeYR] a man in Anointed, that, before fourteen years, was taken [נלקח, NeeLQahH] unto the firmament [הרקיע, HahRahQeeY`ah] the third;
I do not [אנני, ’ahNehNeeY] know if in his body or from out to his body; the Gods knows.  

“As verse seven shows, Paul was the ‘man in Christ’ … because they are not his own achievement, he chooses to refer to them in this indirect way … since ancient Jewish writings varied the number of heavens pictured (three and seven were the most usual suggestions, we cannot be sure; it generally means the place of the blessed, or the state of separate spirits.” (Adam Clarke, 1831, VI p. 352)  
“The Jews talk of seven heavens: and Mohammed has received the same from them; but these are not only fabulous but absurd. I shall enumerate those of the Jews. 1. The velum or curtain, וילון [VeeYLON], ‘which in the morning is folded up; and in the evening stretched out.’ Isai. [Isaiah] xi.22 ‘He stretched out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in. 2. The firmament, or expanse, רקיע [RahQeeY'ah], ‘in which the sun, moon, stars and constellations are fixed.’ Gen. [Genesis] 1:17 ‘And God placed them in the firmament of heaven. 3. The clouds, or ether, שחקים [ShahHahQeeYM], ‘where the millstones are which grind the manna for the righteous,’ Psal. [Psalm] lxxviii.23, ‘though he had commanded the clouds from above, and opened the doors of heaven; and had rained down manna.’ 5. The dwelling place, מעון [Mah`ON], ‘where the troops of angels sing throughout the night, but are silent in the day time, because of the glory of the Israelites’ … 6. The fixed residence, מכון [MahKhON], ‘where are the treasures of snow and hail; the repository of noxious dews, of drops and whirlwind; the grotto of exhalations’ … 7. The Araboth, ערבות, ['ahRahBOTh], ‘where are justice, judgment, mercy, the treasures of life; peace and blessedness; the souls of the righteous which are reserved for the bodies yet to formed; and the dew by which God is to vivify the dead … Psal. lxvii.4 “Extol him who riddeth on the heavens בערבות ba-araboth, by his name Jah.  
All this is sufficiently unphilosophical and in several cases ridiculous.  
In the Sacred Writings, three heavens only are mentioned, the first is the atmosphere, what appears to be intended by רקיע rakia, the firmament or expansion, Gen. 1.6. The second is the starry heaven; where are the sun, moon, planets, and stars, but these two are often expressed in the one term שמים [ShahMahYeeM, “skies”] shamayim, the two heavens, or expansion; and in Gen. 1.17 they appear to be both expressed by רקיע השמים, rakia hashamayim, the firmament of heaven. And, thirdly, the place of the blessed, or the throne of the divine glory probably expressed by the words שמים השמים shamayim hashamayim; the heaven of heavens.  
Much more may be seen in Schoetgen, who has exhausted the subject; and who has shown that ascending to heaven, or being caught up to heaven, is a form of speech among the Jewish writers, to express the highest degree of inspiration.” (Adam Clarke, 1831, VI pp. 351-352)  

-3. I know a man like this - I do not know if in his body or from out to his body, God knows - 4. that was taken unto Garden of ’ayDehN [“Lord”, Eden],  

“The Jewish writers have no less than four paradises: as they have seven heavens … The Mohammedans call it جنت الفردوس jennet alferdos, the garden of paradise: and say that God created it out of light, and that it is the habitation of the prophets and wise men.  
Among Christian writers, it generally means the place of the blessed; or the state of separate spirits. Whether the third heaven and paradise be the same place we cannot absolutely say; they probably are not.” (Adam Clarke, 1831) VI p. 352  

and heard words [מילים, MeeLeeYM] that are not to be spoken [לבטאן, LeBahT’ahN], that are forbidden to ’ahDahM to word [למללן, LeMahLeLahN].  

“The Jews thought, that the divine name, the Tetragrammaton יהוה Yehovah, should not be uttered; and that it is absolutely unlawful to pronounce it; indeed they say that the true pronunciation is utterly lost, and cannot be recovered without express revelation. Not one of them, to the present day, ever attempts to utter it; and when they meet with it in their reading, always supply its place with אדני [’ahDoNah-eeY, “My Lords”] Adonai, Lord.” ((Adam Clarke, 1831, VI p. 352)  

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-7. And in order [וכדי, OoKheDaY] that I not be lifted [אתנשא, ’ehThNahSay’] because of [בגלל, BeeGLahL] the revelations the ascending, was given to me a thorn [קוץ, QOTs] in my flesh – a messenger of the Adversary [Satan] – to smite me [להכותני, LeHahKOThayNeeY], in order that I not be lifted.  

“What must he have suffered on account of an eminent Church being perverted and torn to pieces by a false teacher?” … Satan, the adversary of God’s truth, sent a man to preach lies … and turn the Church of God into his own synagogue.” (Adam Clarke, 1831, VI p. 353)  

-8. Upon that I implored [התחננתי, HeeThHahNahNTheeY] three times unto the Lord to remove him [להסירו, LahHahÇeeYRO] from me.  

“‘I besought the Lord’ That is, Christ, as the next verse absolutely proves: and the Socinians^v themselves confess. And if Christ be an object of prayer, in it is a sure proof of his divinity; for only an omniscient being can be made an object of prayer. (Adam Clarke, 1831, VI p. 353)  

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Worry of the sent-forth [Apostle] to Corinthians [verses 11 to end of chapter]  

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-12. Lo, signs of the acquaintance of the sent-forth were done in your midst [בקרבכם, BeQeeRBeKhehM], in his full [במלוא, BeeMeLo’] forbearance, in signs, and in wonders [ובמופתים, OoBeMOPhTheeYM], and braveries.  

“The study of the N.T. [New Testament] miracles may best begin with this passage, Rom. [Romans] 15:19, and Gal. [Galatians] 3:5. Writing to churches that would have challenged him had he falsified the facts, Paul refers unhesitatingly, to such miracles; he knows that even his enemies cannot deny their occurrence … Moreover this verse implies clearly that other true apostles were doing similar mighty works.” (Filson, 1953, X. 411)  

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-15. And I in happiness give also [את, ’ehTh (indicator of direct object; no English equivalent)] what that have to me, and also [את, ’ehTh] myself to sake of your souls.
If I love you in measure [במידה, BeMeeYDaH] more [יתרה, YeThayRaH] will you love me in measure less [פחותה, PeHOoThaH]?”  

“If I be asked, ‘Should Christian parents lay up money for their children?’ I answer – It is the duty of every parent, who can, to lay up what is necessary to put every child in a condition to earn its bread. If he neglect this, he undoubtedly sins against God and nature. ‘But should not a man lay up besides this, a fortune for his children, if he can honestly?’ I answer, Yes, if there be no poor within his reach: no good work which he can assist; no heathen region on the earth to which he can contribute to send the Gospel of Jesus; but not otherwise. God shows, in the course of his providence, that this laying up of fortunes for children is not right; for there is scarcely ever a case where money has been saved up to make the children independent, and gentlemen, in which God has not cursed the blessing. It was saved from the poor; from the ignorant; from the cause of God; and the canker of his displeasure consumed this ill saved property.” (Adam Clarke, 1831, VI p. 355)  
“From St. Paul we receive two remarkable sayings of our Lord, which are of infinite value to the welfare and salvation of man; which are properly parts of the Gospel but are not mentioned by any evangelist… The first is in Acts xx.25 ‘I have showed you the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, “it is more blessed to give than to receive”’… the second is recorded in the ninth verse of this chapter, ‘He said unto me, “My grace is sufficient for thee, for my strength is made perfect in weakness.”’… of these two most blessed sayings, St. Paul is the only evangelist.” (Adam Clarke, 1831, p. 356)

...   FOOTNOTES   [v] Socinianism is a form of Antitrinitarianism, named for Laelius Socinus (died 1562 in Zürich) … one of the founders of a religious society that had to operate secretly in order to avoid persecution. In 1574 the Socinians, who referred to themselves as Unitarians, issued a "Catechism of the Unitarians," in which they laid out their views of the nature and perfection of the Godhead, as well as other principles of their group.  
The group became more widely known in Poland and began to prosper, opening colleges and publishing literature, until 1638, when the Socinians were banished from Poland by the Catholics.  
Socinians held views rooted in rationality only and rejected orthodox teachings on the Trinity and on the divinity of Jesus, as summarised in the Racovian Catechism. They also believed that God's omniscience was limited to what was a necessary truth in the future (what would definitely happen), and did not apply to what was a contingent truth (what might happen). They believed that, if God knew every possible future, human free will was impossible; and as such rejected the "hard" view of omniscience. They are to be differentiated from Arians, who believed in a preexistent Christ. The Socinians held that the Son of God did not exist until he was born a man.  
The Socinians congregated especially in Transylvania, in Poland …and in the Netherlands. They were driven from their seat at Raków in 1643.  
Socinianism is considered to be an antecedent or early form of Unitarianism and the term is still used today to refer to the belief that Jesus did not preexist his life as a human.  
Note: In Christianity, Socinianism is also called Psilanthropism, the presumed etymology of "psilanthropism" stems from the Greek psilo (merely, only) and anthropos (man, human being).  
Psilanthropism was rejected by the ecumenical councils, especially in the First Council of Nicaea, which was convened to deal directly with this. Beliefs similar to those of Socinianism continue today in Christian groups such as the Christadelphians and the Church of the Blessed Hope.  
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  Chapter Thirteen – Warnings, last  
-1. This [זו, ZO] is time the third I come to you. “Upon mouth of two witnesses or upon mouth of three witnesses is realized a word.”  

“He quotes Deut. [Deuteronomy] 19:15 to warn that trials will be held, witnesses heard, and penalties imposed; as 12:21 indicates, this will mean exclusion from the Church if there is no repentance.” (Filson, 1953, X p.407)  

-2. In my being with you in time the second already [כבר, KeBahR] I said, and now, as that I am not with you, I anticipate [מקדים, MahQDeeYM] and say to [the] same men that sinned in [the] past, and to all the rest,  

“It was from the O.T. [Old Testament, the Hebrew Bible] and the Jews, rather than from the Greeks, that the Christian faith inherited the strong standard of pure living.” (Filson, 1953, X p. 417)  

that if I come again, I will not have pity [אחוס, ’ahHOoÇ].
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-14. Mercy [of] the lord YayShOo`ah ["Savior", Jesus], the anointed and beloved of the Gods, and fellowship in Spirit the Holy, be with all of you.  

'“This text, as well as that of Matt. [Matthew] lii.16, and that other, Matt. xxviii.19 strongly mark the doctrine of the Holy Trinity … and had not the apostle been convinced that there was a personality in this ever blessed and undivided Trinity, he could not have expressed himself thus.” (Adam Clarke, 1831, VI p. 357)  
“Only Eph [Ephesians] 5:23 is comparable to this triadic benediction, which is not a Trinitarian formula in the dogmatic sense.” (Jerome Murphy-O’Connor, 1990) p. 829    

An Amateur's Journey Through the Bible

I haven’t even flirted with anyone for such a long time that I thought this could be fun. I’d have loved to say that the idea of doing this came to me during a dream, but I haven’t dreamt in a long time.
I am a 21 years old male from a big city in Brazil. I am going to university for a social sciences degree, and I have done pretty well so far. Besides all that, I write poetry on the side, and I work for a small online newspaper.
I am fascinated fairly often by many things and I have many hobbies so you won’t be bored. Last month I became fascinated by Spanish modern history after reading Preston’s biography of Francisco Franco and I was reading about the Miracle on the Han River yesterday, while my family gave a lunch party and I had to keep myself entertained while they discussed the tragedy of a heiress’ dog many illnesses, which were mysteriously shared with his owner, and some reforms in the Vatican Bank. But yes, in general, I really enjoy the humanities. I follow politics keenly – in fact, there is some chance I might have some thoughts on your country’s politics – and I’d say I am on the centre-left – pro-choice, in favour of a robust welfare state, LGBTQ+ rights, affirmative action. If you know about Brazilian politics, I voted for Marina and Haddad in 2018 (the voting age here is 16), and Lula last year.
As you can imagine, I also really enjoy reading and writing. Besides poetry, I have often thought about reading a novel, but this seems like too much work – and it seems that it would be arrogant of me to write a novel having lived this little. I really enjoy learning about other languages and cultures and I know a bit of French, German, Spanish, and Russian, besides English and Portuguese. I am into genealogy and I have helped a few friends with it. I also really enjoy TV shows and cinema, and I am easily brought to tears. I cried during the last Minions movie, even if I didn’t want to be there. I love music and my taste in it has been described as “fairly gay”. I’d have loved to be a musician, but I’d have loved to have been many things.
I guess I am pretty introverted, polite, and timid. I am affectionate and I can be really passionate as well. And I am fairly funny, or rather, I have made a few people laugh over the years. I asked a close friend to describe myself, and that is what he said:

I think you’re very communicative. Shrewd, funny, a good companion. Kind of withdrawn but not necessarily shy. You avoid conflict and unnecessary arguments, but love to participate in good conversations. I think you’re very kind too, besides being polite.

As for what I want to do with my life, I am unsure though I am inclined to go into academia. I have been considering applying to a PhD program in the U.S. after finishing my undergrad here in Brazil. My family does want me to go into their business, which is related to politics. I have also considered going into diplomacy.
Who am I looking for? I’d look like someone curious about the world around her, and open-minded.
Some poems I really like:

• Litany for our lord Don Quixote by Ruben Dario
  
• Tobacco Shop by Fernando Pessoa
  
• Ash Wednesday by T. S. Eliot
  

Some songs I have been listening to:

• Ariana Grande - 7 Rings
  
• Rosalía - Delirio de Grandeza
  
• Pescado Rabioso - Cantata de Puentes Amarillos
  

I haven’t even flirted with anyone for such a long time that I thought this could be fun. I’d have loved to say that the idea of doing this came to me during a dream, but I haven’t dreamt in a long time.
I am a 21 years old male from a big city in Brazil. I am going to university for a social sciences degree, and I have done pretty well so far. Besides all that, I write poetry on the side, and I work for a small online newspaper.
I am fascinated fairly often by many things and I have many hobbies so you won’t be bored. Last month I became fascinated by Spanish modern history after reading Preston’s biography of Francisco Franco and I was reading about the Miracle on the Han River yesterday, while my family gave a lunch party and I had to keep myself entertained while they discussed the tragedy of a heiress’ dog many illnesses, which were mysteriously shared with his owner, and some reforms in the Vatican Bank. But yes, in general, I really enjoy the humanities. I follow politics keenly – in fact, there is some chance I might have some thoughts on your country’s politics – and I’d say I am on the centre-left – pro-choice, in favour of a robust welfare state, LGBTQ+ rights, affirmative action. If you know about Brazilian politics, I voted for Marina and Haddad in 2018 (the voting age here is 16), and Lula last year.
As you can imagine, I also really enjoy reading and writing. Besides poetry, I have often thought about reading a novel, but this seems like too much work – and it seems that it would be arrogant of me to write a novel having lived this little. I really enjoy learning about other languages and cultures and I know a bit of French, German, Spanish, and Russian, besides English and Portuguese. I am into genealogy and I have helped a few friends with it. I also really enjoy TV shows and cinema, and I am easily brought to tears. I cried during the last Minions movie, even if I didn’t want to be there. I love music and my taste in it has been described as “fairly gay”. I’d have loved to be a musician, but I’d have loved to have been many things.
I guess I am pretty introverted, polite, and timid. I am affectionate and I can be really passionate as well. And I am fairly funny, or rather, I have made a few people laugh over the years. I asked a close friend to describe myself, and that is what he said:

I think you’re very communicative. Shrewd, funny, a good companion. Kind of withdrawn but not necessarily shy. You avoid conflict and unnecessary arguments, but love to participate in good conversations. I think you’re very kind too, besides being polite.

As for what I want to do with my life, I am unsure though I am inclined to go into academia. I have been considering applying to a PhD program in the U.S. after finishing my undergrad here in Brazil. My family does want me to go into their business, which is related to politics. I have also considered going into diplomacy.
Who am I looking for? I’d look like someone curious about the world around her, and open-minded.
Some poems I really like:

• Litany for our lord Don Quixote by Ruben Dario
  
• Tobacco Shop by Fernando Pessoa
  
• Ash Wednesday by T. S. Eliot
  

Some songs I have been listening to:

• Ariana Grande - 7 Rings
  
• Rosalía - Delirio de Grandeza
  
• Pescado Rabioso - Cantata de Puentes Amarillos
  

Well, the game is 2D, you basically annoy a man, clicking on items in the scenario to sabotage him, I remember three phases: one in the office, at the pool, and another on a romantic date, the game is browser, you do things like spill coffee on the floor for the character to slip, drop something on his head, the game needs adobe flash player to play it, I played it very young, between 2012-2015, the game is colorful and not "whack your boss". Please anyone who knows answer this post, I've been looking for this game for years.

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Every Wednesday & Thursday at 8:35 PM Thai time
Episode links

• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4

OST
Never Let Me Go

100 Seasons - PondPhuwin

• Living for You - Phuwin
• Only One - Pond

Star in My Mind

No More Empty Nights - JoongDunk

• My Starlight - Joong
• Star & Sky - Louis
• My Starlight (English ver.) - JoongDunk

The Eclipse

Your World, My World - FirstKhaotung

• Over the Moon - Khaotung

Vice Versa

Madly in Love - JimmySea

• Have I Found - Sea
• The Key - JimmySea
• Complicated - Indy
• By My Side - Jimmy
• City - Three Man Down

My School President (way too many to list them all)

Love Love Love - Gemini

Multi-Love - GeminiFourth, WinnySatang, MarkFord

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A Boss and a Babe

Second Thoughts - ForceBook

• My Luck - Book
• Selfless - Louis

Bad Buddy

My Word - Ohm

• Just Friend? - Nanon
• Secret - Kacha
• Our Song - Nanon

A Tale of Thousand Stars

• 1000stars - Gun Napat
• Eyes Can't Lie - Earth
• 1000stars (Torfun ver.) - Aye
• 1000stars (Phupha ver.) - Earth
• Wind - Num Kala
• 1000stars (Tian ver.) - Mix

MDL
Synopsis
Anthology series that continues the stories of

• Never Let Me Go

Nuengdiao returns to Bangkok from his studies abroad, and Palm vows to fulfill all his whims throughout the duration of his stay. Their plans are derailed following an encounter with a fortuneteller they meet while visiting a temple.

• Star in My Mind

Daonuea and Khabkluen take a trip to Chiang Mai with friends.

• The Eclipse

Before entering university, Akk and Ayan take a trip with friends to shoot Wasuwat's short film.

• Vice Versa

Talay and Puen have decided to live and learn happily together as a couple when something unexpected happens. An adorable little kid appears calling them Papa. Both Talay and Puen make the leap that this kid may be the child of either Tess or Pakorn.

• My School President

In the world we know, Gun and Tinn are an established couple. In this universe, however, their love story has only just begun. Gun is an exemplary student body president. Tinn is the mischievous leader of the music club hoping to win the Hot Sound music contest.

• A Boss and a Babe

Cher and Gun have agreed to be boyfriends. Now, Cher wants Gun to understand how his employees feel and he requests that they swap jobs: Gun will try out being an intern while Cher takes on the role of demanding boss.

• Bad Buddy

Competing between the engineering and architecture faculties, Pat and Pran must pit their skills against one another in in their efforts at staging a play. This time, the big obtacle is that the theatre is closed for renovations, leaving them with space for only one faculty.

• A Tale of Thousand Stars

I haven’t even flirted with anyone for such a long time that I thought this could be fun. I’d have loved to say that the idea of doing this came to me during a dream, but I haven’t dreamt in a long time.
I am a 21 years old male from a big city in Brazil. I am going to university for a social sciences degree, and I have done pretty well so far. Besides all that, I write poetry on the side, and I work for a small online newspaper.
I am fascinated fairly often by many things and I have many hobbies so you won’t be bored. Last month I became fascinated by Spanish modern history after reading Preston’s biography of Francisco Franco and I was reading about the Miracle on the Han River yesterday, while my family gave a lunch party and I had to keep myself entertained while they discussed the tragedy of a heiress’ dog many illnesses, which were mysteriously shared with his owner, and some reforms in the Vatican Bank. But yes, in general, I really enjoy the humanities. I follow politics keenly – in fact, there is some chance I might have some thoughts on your country’s politics – and I’d say I am on the centre-left – pro-choice, in favour of a robust welfare state, LGBTQ+ rights, affirmative action. If you know about Brazilian politics, I voted for Marina and Haddad in 2018 (the voting age here is 16), and Lula last year.
As you can imagine, I also really enjoy reading and writing. Besides poetry, I have often thought about reading a novel, but this seems like too much work – and it seems that it would be arrogant of me to write a novel having lived this little. I really enjoy learning about other languages and cultures and I know a bit of French, German, Spanish, and Russian, besides English and Portuguese. I am into genealogy and I have helped a few friends with it. I also really enjoy TV shows and cinema, and I am easily brought to tears. I cried during the last Minions movie, even if I didn’t want to be there. I love music and my taste in it has been described as “fairly gay”. I’d have loved to be a musician, but I’d have loved to have been many things.
I guess I am pretty introverted, polite, and timid. I am affectionate and I can be really passionate as well. And I am fairly funny, or rather, I have made a few people laugh over the years. I asked a close friend to describe myself, and that is what he said:

I think you’re very communicative. Shrewd, funny, a good companion. Kind of withdrawn but not necessarily shy. You avoid conflict and unnecessary arguments, but love to participate in good conversations. I think you’re very kind too, besides being polite.

As for what I want to do with my life, I am unsure though I am inclined to go into academia. I have been considering applying to a PhD program in the U.S. after finishing my undergrad here in Brazil. My family does want me to go into their business, which is related to politics. I have also considered going into diplomacy.
Who am I looking for? I’d look like someone curious about the world around her, and open-minded.
Some poems I really like:

• Litany for our lord Don Quixote by Ruben Dario
  
• Tobacco Shop by Fernando Pessoa
  
• Ash Wednesday by T. S. Eliot
  

Some songs I have been listening to:

• Ariana Grande - 7 Rings
  
• Rosalía - Delirio de Grandeza
  
• Pescado Rabioso - Cantata de Puentes Amarillos
  

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Will ship international? No, sorry.
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Description: In addition to the blister pack, the signing schedule from the event and a LEGO bag (allegedly provided to carry Ol Barbara here) are also included. The blister pack appears to be immaculate. No discernible flaws.
Payment required w/in 20 minutes of raffle filling. 10 minutes for drama.
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You see, there's insanity, and then there's madness.

Jervis Tetch is a dandy madman. Taking inspiration from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, he puts on the guise of the Mad Hatter and commits crimes while doing so. Sometimes he wants to steal hats for his own purposes, other times he obsessively seeks out his Alice. When one looks past the sinister brim and giant buckteeth, a dark, tragic individual surfaces, but don't let that fool you. He'll still be crooning "Callooh! Callay!" as his vorpal blade goes snicker-snack through your neck.
Recommended reading: Secret Six (2006), Joker's Asylum II: Mad Hatter.

Key

Character Profiles

• Who's Who: The Definitive Directory of the DC Universe (1985) #14
• Detective Comics #566
• Who's Who in the DC Universe (1990) #5

Note
While the appearances in Birds of Prey: Batgirl were due to Spellbinder manipulating Barbara Gordon to think she was in her glory days, these were likely feats Hatter is capable of, as she never disbelieved anything he did.
Scaling Threads

• Batman
• Catwoman
• Killer Croc
• Man-Bat
• Robin (Damian Wayne)
• Robin (Dick Grayson)
• Scarecrow

Strength

• Knocks out Narcosis after clubbing him with a pipe
• Knocked out Tweedledee and Tweedledum with an oar
• Might have killed Dr. Psycho off-panel

Durability

Blunt
Objective

• Superman pulls his hat over his head and then throws him
• Knocks himself out bumping his head on a pipe
• Survives Ragdoll pushing him off a castle wall
• Slugged by a GCPD officer
• Jumps off a bridge to chase his hat

Scaling

• Tanks a dive attack from Robin
• Knocked out by Batman
  • This happens again and again
• Beat up by Starman
• KO'd when Catwoman dropkicks him
• Slapped by Scandal Savage
• Robin punches his teeth in

Other

• Quickly recovers from a blast of Narcosis' drug
• Shot four times and has to go to the hospital
• Very nearly dies after Cheshire stabs him with a poisoned knife, but he manages to shake off the delusions Dr. Psycho inflicts on him
  • He did this before receiving the antidote

Skill

Misc

• Broke out of his cell at Arkham in under five minutes
• "Could murder you a thousand different ways if he had a real hat"
• Throws a bowler into the bars of a chimpanzee cage, which explodes
• Performed surgery on Killer Croc's head
• Tries to flee from a Parademon attack
• At one point in time, he was a neuroscientist
• [Anti-Feat] Fails to shoot the Joker at close range and gets gassed for it

Chimp Training

• Catches a trained falcon
• Fights Robin for a little bit

Hypnosis

Violence Inducement

• Induces a trance to turn some goons, including Film Freak, into mindless zombies when they put on his hats
  • Film Freak's hat has long-distance communication in it, allowing for the tea party to hear Bane's murder of Film Freak and Hatter to stimulate a portion of his zombies' brains
• Controlled a group of citizens to fight Black Canary and Batgirl via radios and drugs
• Causes Dum and Dee to go feral on each other
• Thrashes the Doom Patrol, causing some to fall down in pain while causing Rita to go ballistic, trying to eat her own teammates
• Made a store clerk hit Batman with a chair

Specific Commands

• Drugged Jeremiah Arkham to sign some release forms for the Asylum inmates
• Had Kirk Langstrom create a serum to transform someone into the Jabberwock
• Langstrom almost drowned himself on Tetch's orders
• Kept eight schoolgirls at his tea party
  • They were controlled by the music in free headphones he offered
  • Tetch can trigger them to function as servants, but the effect dispels when his hat is knocked off
• Gets two cops under his command over a phone call
  • Affected other cops as well, and some non-officers
  • Batman thinks he hit 6,000 cops with this, and to be fair, it's not entirely out of the question
  • This is achieved via the hole-punched coffee card he gave them disguised as a street vendor, and nanotechnology receivers implanted within the coffee
  • It takes Batman longer than expected for the signal to be tracked, allowing Tetch to get a SWAT team in position
• Commands Narcosis without the need of a hat or drugs
• Cancels Dr. Psycho's commands to Deadshot and begins torturing him

Miscellaneous

• Used his therapist's yarmulke to escape Arkham
• A card in a cop's hat is enough to zombify him
• Hypnotizes himself to be more content than he'd be with a thousand times' the effect of cocaine
• Implanted a suggestion device in Killer Croc's head
• Can offer limited anaesthetic to Jericho, who feels no benefits from painkillers

Limits

• A hat placed on Batman causes him to struggle, but Batman is able to take it off
• Narcosis' Bliss renders Tetch's suggestion useless
• Batman has a magnetic field in his cowl to protect from Tetch's moves, though due to a gas attack from Black Mask, when Penguin forces a gas mask on him, he can't resist the commands

Other Equipment

• Knocks a group of cops out with a ray gun
• Electrifies the cage Joker dropped around GCPD
• Places a tracker on Bird's falcon
• May have had a hand in creating fireworks with Scarecrow that debilitated the police officers protecting a bank
• Bugged a group of supervillains' clothes
• Carries a gun occasionally

Other

• Has a vault filled with hats
• Trapped Batman in a guillotine offpanel
• He rhymes as a defense mechanism
• Only eats things with hats on them
• [NSFW] Feels no attraction to anything not wearing a hat
• He's willing to kill Scandal for knocking his hat off
• "The heart, Tetch! First we strike his heart!"
• A caroler

It's an empty life. Surrounded by hollow people speaking with the voices I put into their heads. I can't make someone love me.
Not without a hat.
Not without the tea.

So I wake up, find the wrench, kill a few robots and mutants and start think "This ain't so hard, kinda nice" . Then after unlocking a certain door I come across a robot thing and three mutants. In my mind I said "No problem" promptly ran up and thanked that robots head a few times. Thing doesn't go down, the other mutants are on me so tactical retreat. So after playing Scooby Doo with these four chasing me around the corridors I remember I had a gas grenade and promptly fail at using it as it doesn't explode till well past them. I fled through a new door at that point smack into a Borg like being. In my panick I whacked it a few times although now I felt weak and slow and four others came barreling in. My character fell to the floor like his knees just gave way and next I know my head is being inserted into a spider monstrosity with shoden welcoming me.
Anyway, fun run. 10/10

its the first piece of music that plays when he's reminiscing about his intros. I think its from some anime or something idk. thanks! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsrgxYAmXTU&t=920s&pp=ygUMY29yeXhrZW5zaGlu

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SUytCmyu9oA&pp=ygUaYXVzdGluIHBvd2VycyBzaW5nbGUgYWdhaW4%3D
So much of this is perspective. Choose the right one! 😊🥳💙
quick story…during the hardest break up of my life 10 years ago, I was hanging with a buddy shortly after and as we were chatting, he told me how a friend of his, who was an outstanding skateboarder, was the passenger in a car accident his friend caused by being reckless and caused him to become paralyzed. He lost the ability to walk, skateboard and do the normal things we all take for granted. To make it worse, his girlfriend left him not long after, and even when his friends came to visit him, he told them to go away because he was depressed and devastated (understandably so), and unable to accept his new life and limitations. Almost immediately, from hearing that story and empathizing with this poor guy, I felt a shift in my mind. Right then and there, my perspective changed like a light switch. Suddenly I felt guilty for being so sad and depressed realizing how insanely blessed I was. It seemed wrong to get overly emotional over my break up after hearing how worse it can always be. Staying in a state of gratitude is so important in order to maintain the right, positive perspective

Dude is nothing but a bum 💀 honestly, his Bountys is pretty whack unlike Luffys pre-and post time skip

That’s it. My partner is amazing at sex and puts in a lot of effort for me to finish and he’s great at going down on me. His pp is HUGE and great but I just got a new vibrator and that’s way more fun than anything he could do. We haven’t had sex in 17 days when our longest break before was 4 days. He’s feeling unwanted and idk what to do. I don’t desire him at all really. We’re not dating, it’s more of a fwb situation

(Scene: Jerry's apartment)
Jerry: (watching cricket on TV) I don't get it, George. How can a game last for days?
George: (eating chips) It's like a never-ending buffet of sports, Jerry. You can't just have one plate!
Kramer: (bursts in) Hey, you guys watching cricket?
Jerry: Yeah, but we can't make heads or tails of it.
Kramer: Oh, it's simple. You've got your batsman, your bowler, and your fielders. The bowler hurls the ball, the batsman whacks it, and the fielders try to catch it.
George: (sarcastic) Wow, thanks for clearing that up, Professor Cricket.
Kramer: You know, I once played cricket in England. I was a natural! They called me "The Kramer Express."
Jerry: (rolls eyes) Of course they did.
Elaine: (enters) What's with all the cricket talk?
Jerry: We're trying to understand the game.
Elaine: Oh, I dated a cricket player once. He was always talking about "googlies" and "silly mid-offs." It was like dating a Dr. Seuss character.
George: (laughs) So, did he ever score a century?
Elaine: (confused) I don't know, but he did keep asking me to "polish his bat."
(They all laugh)
Jerry: Well, I guess we'll never understand cricket.
Kramer: (grinning) That's the beauty of it, Jerry. It's a mystery wrapped in an enigma, smothered in secret sauce!
(Scene ends)
(Scene: Monk's Cafe)
Jerry: (sipping coffee) So, Elaine, whatever happened to that cricket player you dated?
Elaine: Oh, he moved back to England. Said he couldn't handle the "fast-paced" New York lifestyle.
George: (laughs) Fast-paced? He plays a game that lasts for days!
Kramer: (enters, wearing cricket gear) Hey, guys! Guess what? I joined a local cricket team!
Jerry: (surprised) You're playing cricket now?
Kramer: Yeah, I'm the star bowler! They call me "The Kramer Express"!
Elaine: (smirking) We've heard.
George: (curious) So, Kramer, can you explain the rules to us?
Kramer: (pauses) Well, you see, there's... uh... (laughs nervously) I have no idea.
Jerry: (laughs) So, you're playing a game you don't understand?
Kramer: (grinning) That's the beauty of it, Jerry. It's like life – you just keep playing, even if you don't know the rules!
(Scene ends)

EDIT: found an awnser to getting these exploited items, find them in the comments
so recently ive found out about saved hotbars in minecraft trough a video from ph1lza where he had his own kit of gear saved in a creative inventory, ive saw some more videos and got inspired to make my own saved hotbars with exploited items like 32k swords and instant death potions.
And now ive found this video where they use a barrel with NBT data to get a lot of exploited items and such, here is the link time skip to "11:53"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKKXiFtlRiU&t=714s&pp=ygUvdGhpcyBwbGF5ZXIgZ2xpdGNoZWQgb3AgaW50byBzdXJ2aXZhbCBtaW5lY3JhZnQ%3D
is there a any way to recreate this to save it in the creative hotbars so its always avaliable? any website where maybe you can edit nbt data to make your own exploited items?

On March 31, 2021, Luis Sierra, a retired bus driver from Brooklyn, was arrested for the 1976 murder of Evelyn Colon, his pregnant and very young girlfriend. [See Murder of Evelyn Colon ]. The Wikipedia page seems not to have been updated recently. There similarly has been a lack of updates to Evelyn-and-child's GoFundMe.
Local as well as PA state media have maintained radio silence on the case since Sierra's arraignment in the spring of 2021.
Few people know he was released on bail last June and fewer still know his defense attorney motioned the court this winter to withdraw from the case, which this past week, the court granted. For those interested, the docket number is cp-13-cr-0000469-2021 on Pennsylvania's Unified Judicial System website.
Bryan Kohberger's Albrightsville family home is twelve miles away, but Kohberger wasn't arrested until Christmas, 2022. The Standard Speaker, a part of the Shamrock news company in northeast PA, publishes out of Hazleton, Pennsylvania (where the Pennsylvania State Police have directed the Doe case since its occurrence). In August, 2022, the paywall newspaper published the one and only article on the defense's prolonged attempt to get the prosecution to cooperate in discovery. As discovery should have been underway sixteen months after his arraignment, the article describes tension reaching a boiling point between the opposing parties. The District Attorney's Motion in Opposition to the Motion to Withdraw supports an inference the defense's claims of obfuscation and delay may be valid, specifically because this lawyer's firm's website featured among "firm news" last June the attorney's getting bail for Sierra: "The Phllly Lawyers Secure Bail for a Man Accused of First-Degree Murder". The question of why a victory of no small proportions should lead the person responsible for it to Motion to Withdraw from the case... is a headscratcher.
Considering the advancing ages of everyone connected to this case, repeated continuances could be cynical--i.e., everyone will die before the case gets to trial. Zeal to go to trial seems nil. New ADAs have come and gone. The question of which would be crueler is really cruel--for Sierra to fade away as a monster never proven to have done a thing to Evelyn except impregnate her, or, sometime far into this new decade, the case to go to some exhausted show-trial where a judge would dismiss it.
To my knowledge, the Pennsylvania State Police trooper whose name appears on original documents as authorizing the arrest, Gabrielle Van Wie, has never made a statement. The Preliminary Hearing transcript describes two male troopers driving to Sierra's Brooklyn home (with or without Van Wie?), less than twenty-four hours after the genetic identification match, and making the arrest before informing Sierra of the reason for their appearance (investiigating a murder, not a missing person case).
Last week, the popular YouTube channel Mysterious West Virginia uploaded a documentary-length Part One of "The Co-Ed Murder" that took place near the state university in 1970. The producer doesn't stint on archival footage interviewing young women who hitchhiked between the campus and local places of interest, or indeed young women who hitchhiked in that era simply because the 70s was a decade that soaked up the worst of the 60s The Co-Ed Murder . Emmett Madden, Sierra's departing defense attorney, brought up the Richard Cottingham Times Square case in the Preliminary Hearing. There has been no documentary planned on the Beth Doe case to my knowledge even though a documentary would go far to examine the cultural mores and violence if the 70s era.
I do not know if it is usual or unusual for a law enforcement officer whose name is on an arrest warrant to stay silent in perpetuity. I don't know if Bryan Kohberger isn't the best thing that could have happened to nearby Jim Thorpe. From now on, that small area of the state will be identified with him, and with neither Evelyn nor Luis Sierra. All I know is that for media to stay this silent for this long on a case that--depending on one's point of view--destroyed not only an underage girl and her baby in 1976, but *very* possible an innocent man and his children and grandchildren...
Makes you grateful for Netflix.

Abby Shapiro had enough of Ben Shapiro creeping on her friends
a few decades ago
Abby Shapiro had a few of her friends over. They were playing cards by the pool. Whenever this would happen, Ben would always creep around the pool. Today, Abby decided to do something about it.
Abby yelled 'Hey Ben, my friends want to meet you, do you mind'
'Fucking finally', he thought as he frantically rushed over to them.
Abby chided him, 'I was just telling them about your last changing room accident'
'Abby!' Ben fumed, quite exasperated, as he started to turn red.
'They didn't believe me, when I said told them that you are new a full grown adult but still so small!'
'ABBY!' he was about to die from this embarrassment.
'In fact young man', Abby ordered, 'why don't you just drop those trunks so they can see that your sister isn't a liar.
Abby's friends couldn't believe she said that, nor could poor Ben.
'What?'
'You heard me, off with it!' A few seconds went by as she stared him down. Finally his resolve broke, and his hands went to the waist of his swimsuit.
There were laughter as he whipped the speedo down.
'Ooh My' 'Jeez' 'Wow' 'Oohh, my, yes you are small.'
Betsy lifted up her sunglasses, her eyes clearly fastened on his penis and said,' Ben you have nothing to be ashamed of. Most women don't even orgasm vaginally.'
Sitting up in her chair to get a better look, Alice chimed in, 'Wow Ben. how do you even pee?'
Those kinds of comments continued and under their gaze his member started hardening.
'Ooh Look,' exclaimed Melania,'He's getting an erection!'
His Sister's friend's eyes which focused on his penis were like invisble hands rubbing his pp. It just started to swell and swell.
The ladies were shocked into silence as they realized Ben was a shower not a grower
Finally Abby broke the silence. 'See ladies, I do not lie. I told you he was so small!', Mercifully she said, 'Okay, thank you Ben, you can go now.'
Ben retreated to his room where he played it all back in his head. He masturbated furiously. He couldn't believe how his sisters's friends all looked at him and his exposed member. He was hooked.
Abby's plan had backfired, as Ben always made a point of hanging out by the pool naked when they came by for bridge, despite the protests from their parents.

Hi all!
Bit of background info, I have a new cat - Peppa (10 months.. maybe a year old?) and Clancey (almost 2)
We are 3 months into cat introductions and things have taken a small but stressful turn.
The cats can be in the same room for the most part, they’ve not really played or ‘bonded’ per se, but Peppa has tried to lick Clancey a couple of times, but received a little whack.
Currently, Peppa is stalking Clancey a lot, especially if he is trying to move through the middle of the lounge or get up and do something after laying down. we do try to distract her but I cant be on her all the time, and Clancey is now starting to hide under the couch, or under the table which he had never done previously. She has jumped him several times, sometimes it seems like play but other times I can’t quite tell. He has never chased her in return, or played back so I think he is still very wary.
A lot of the time if she is stalking i will plop her back in her room for 20 mins so Clancey can cool down. As soon as he knows shes not there her goes back to his normal self strutting around.
Has anyone had any similar experiences with something similar? Is there hope? Any advice?
I feel so stuck because things had been going so well and now it seems like things are taking a few steps back.
Clancey will frequently slap Peppa if she gets too close during meal preparation times or treat times.

There's been many signs that i've been struggling with this for many many years, like little more than half my life now. unfortunately i also have done so many sins, some that i've left, some i still struggle with but i feel i haven't repented as i need to. it's really so much sin that I don't think people who look at me or know me could believe i had done so much.
looking back, i'm wondering if it's just mental illness that caused me to do all of it, like a personality disorder, ptsd, or something or is it the affliction after all. I basically had a drug addiction for many years also.
for example i have so many fasts to makeup aso that i have been putting off, that is sinful in itself. there's also more examples of how i haven't repented like i need to. It's getting hard for me to get myself to do it even though i want to.
I am married for past 8 years almost
There's been signs of affliction specifically in regards to my marriage too. some of it i don't know if it's normal or expected, there's been problems i've had with my husband so resentment built, and we were previously in haraam relationship bc of hardships in way of getting married. just context.
I'm really trying to wrap my brain around what's been going on in my life.
***Part of it is that whatever i set out to do, it just can't happen. (next few paragraphs is just me explaining how disordered me and my life has been, and even explaining it, it just sounds mental right? imagine my husband witnessing this madness day in day out?)
for example i've had this goal where i want everything in my home to be sorted, i'll be able to cook meals on time, everything clean, myself clean and dressed up, and just be able to live a normal life where i can then have time to live normally, spend time with husband, work on myself, do extra good deeds for others, and most importantly repent, ibadah, and do ruqyah on myself.
Like it's been 3 years i'm living alone with my husband (was with in-laws before) and i literally haven't had one day where everything in the homes clean, organized, food is ready, I am content, completely clean, dressed up and can spend time with my husband stress free. Not one day in 3 years. it's mind boggling to me, because that's what i really want! I wanted to move away from in-laws so i can have ability to do this, to treat him with respect he deserves.
I would cook sometimes, would spend time with him, would dress up sometimes, but overall like i said there hasn't been one day where everything's in order and things are stress free, so this created issues bc my husband would feel there's something off, or i didn't really want to be doing what we were doing. for example one period of time it was like couple months where i'd have to say no to my husband request to do something fun, because in my head, i was like "it's really important for me to spend any free time i had to get things sorted, so that i can achieve that goal". he ended up assuming i just don't want to spend time with him, he resented me and became passive aggressive. i remember it was devastating bc at that time i felt i'm almost done doing what i need to do, to get to that goal. i communicated with him that he's wrong for assuming and i do want to spend time and it'll change now. it did get better a bit, but that ultimate goal would not be achieved. so i'd have to declutter more and organize more, and i have a storage unit 5 min drive away so i'd go back and forth. the storage unit organization was a work in progress always too.
it's not even about getting a maid because organizing my things is something only i can do? anyway i did finally throw so many things away, organize and put many things in storage. but still will end up feeling im in same spot. i even have a newborn 8week old now and spent first 4weeks PP doing this all along with recovering , bc she came early and things weren't ready. (i was in part time college, close relative had medical emergency, but still, see? i never can achieve my goal) this would have been my "last chance" bc husband was off work now so he can watch her, and first 4 weeks of baby's life it was easy to feed her and put her in crib and she slept easily, and i expected after 4 weeks it's not like that and i was right.
so at this 5-6week point my husband is just angry and resentful. he's taking care of baby alot, cooking, laundry, and angry that i never wanted to spend time with his family. (this was another thing, very shameful on my part, that i never in 2.5yrrs had his family come over. bc i never achieved my goal, and never felt even one day completely content, i felt inviting his fam over was not possible for me to do . my own fam too , even tho i really wanted to. it was elephant in the room. i'd go over to their home all the time with husband at first. my husband didn't know why i never r invite them, he doesn't know what to say to them, but he assumes i just hate them. now after baby, the do come tho but damage is done.)
the first 1 or 1.5 year? living alone with husband I was still dealing with addiction and this was the time too that the jinn problems were obvious. during intimacy he would see my face distorted, he would hear things in our home, a woman yelling out his name, darkness surrounding his vision. he got recited over and started praying more. i never admitted it to him but when he'd call athaan i felt i need to leave home asap and i did. i thoguht maybe i feel guilty i'm on drugs so i need to go? i eventually stopped drugs but never did ruqyah
*another thing around this time i had taken a taweez from my parents home to ours to destroy it, but didn't get a chance to until many months later. (moved apts suddenly, it ended up in storage unit where i'd spend a lot of time just organizing and crying over my marriage problems ). my husband found out it was still there and helped me destroy it. my mom believed in taweez and got for my dad, i wanted to destroy it for him.just another example of me not being able to do something
well now at this point i told my husband that i'll do cookin cleaning and all. i decluttered so much so that i can do all this easily. but still i'm finding that i'm in same place. i feel like i i literally need to reduce my possessions to one box of things or something in order to "finally achieve my goal" that's where i'm at now.
my husband thinks if i do something like that it would for sure mean i really don't want to live here or with him. he already has that insecurity partly bc of comments i said recently in frustration, and the past 3yrs., continue in comment

I awoke and gazed around at a room I didn't recognise. I immediately started suffering from deja vu as I remembered what had transpired last year. I made my way to the door and looked down an empty hallway. I started moving forward towards the two large doors at the end of the hall.
The room inside was sparsely lit so I inched my way inside. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door slammed shut behind me. Floodlights suddenly lit up the room and I had to use my hands to shield my eyes. A voice started booming over an intercom to announce that we were the contestants for this year's America's Next Top Serial Killer. A number of previous winners were now competing to see who was the ultimate serial killer.
My eyes adjusted to the lights and I saw there were a number of other people in the room with me. A few of them were looking over at me with sneering looks on their faces. They obviously knew I had won by sheer luck and had started off as an intended victim.
They were all dressed in an assortment of clothing while I was dressed in a hoodie and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. I spotted a number of weapons lying on a table nearby and went over to investigate. I quickly picked up a bow and a quiver of arrows as I used to be quite good as a child.
A number of large men came in and began leading us to a couple of golf carts. We were then led along a number of passages. We stopped intermittently and one of the other killers hopped off and were led away. I was the last one to be ushered out. I was led to a ladder and told to climb.
I climbed the ladder and stepped out into an open field. There was no one around me so I began to move forward at a steady pace. I spun around after hearing running footsteps approaching me from behind.
A woman carrying a spear with a small American flag attached was charging at me. The spear was lowered and she obviously intended to gut me. I stood aside at the last moment and stuck my foot out to trip her.
She fell awkwardly and the spear managed to embed itself in her throat. Blood started spurting out of her mouth as she lay on the ground. She looked like she was trying to say something but all that came out were bubbles of blood. I noticed a name tag on the spear and it said Lady Liberty. Her eyes slowly dimmed and I stood over her corpse for a few more moments.
I heard shouting in the distance and made my way towards it to see what was going on. I walked into a scene of absolute chaos. One of the other killers had cornered a group of victims and was using a flamethrower to burn them alive. Their screams were cut off as the flames destroyed their vocal cords. Within seconds they were nothing but charred ash.
I nocked an arrow and tried to sneak up behind the killer to get a better shot. I don't know how he heard but he suddenly wheeled around and smiled when he saw me. I had to rush back as he turned the flamethrower on me and the flames missed me by mere inches. I decided to call him Pyro as it suited him
I started to use the wide open space to my advantage. I refused to get too close to him so his weapon was useless. I could see that he was starting to tire as he was lugging around a heavy flamethrower. Sweat was pouring down his forehead and I decided to finish him.
I let loose an arrow and it managed to hit the tank on his back. He seemed to smile at me milliseconds before the tank exploded. His body became a flaming inferno and he tried to roll on the ground to put out the flames but to no avail. I considered killing him with an arrow but decided to let him burn. I started to move away as the smell of burnt flesh was starting to make me hungry.
I searched the area and found no one else alive. I did find some food supplies and quickly ate my fill. There was some cooked meat for sandwiches but I opted not to as I kept thinking of Pyro's burning flesh. I spotted cameras in nearby trees and considered destroying them but thought it would be best to leave them alone.
I spotted a couple of bicycles nearby and found a map attached to all of them. They showed my location and also indicated where we needed to go next.
I hopped onto the bicycle and began to move towards my next destination. I planned to save a few of the intended victims and kill the rest of these bloody killers.
I saw something on the horizon and was confused to see what looked like a cemetery in the middle of nowhere. I ditched the bicycle outside the entrance and hyped myself up before entering.
The interior of the cemetery was dark and foreboding as a large number of trees cast shadows over everything. I kept seeing movement out of the corner of my eye which were only branches moving in the wind.
I crept forward with an arrow ready to let fly at a moment's notice. I was soon surrounded by shadows as the trees were all around me. I was having to step over the gravestones as many of them were cracked and broken.
I stupidly tripped over a gravestone that was buried in grass, which managed to save my life. I felt a breeze against the back of my neck as I was falling. I quickly pushed myself off the ground to see a man standing beside me carrying a scythe. He had obviously swung it at me but had missed due to me falling. He was dressed all in black and wore a hood that covered his face.
I lashed out with my foot and heard a satisfying crack as it connected with his knee. He fell backwards and I flinched as I heard the sickening sound of his head smashing into one of the gravestones. I found his name tag and wasn't surprised that it read Grim. I pulled his hood back and laughed when I saw his face. He looked so much like my old science teacher Mr Rogers who always showed up to work with the stench of alcohol on his breath.
I started to move through the rest of the cemetery and found the decapitated remains of victims who Grim had managed to sneak up on. Many of their faces looked surprised as if he had caught them completely unawares.
There was a paved road on the other side of the cemetery and I found a number of segways hidden close by and more food supplies. I spent a few minutes learning how to ride without falling off before setting off along the road. The road was very thin and the woods on either side could have hidden anything.
I passed bodies that looked like they had been ripped apart by a wild animal and decided to walk the rest of the way. I kept getting a feeling that I was being watched and I could feel the hair standing up on the back of my neck. I heard something come charging out of the woods and I let fly with an arrow.
A demonic creature came tearing out of the woods and I knew that I was dead. It seemed to be seeming to size me up before suddenly falling forwards. I was frozen in shock for a couple of seconds before finally snapping out of it.
I spotted my arrow in the creature's head and was ecstatic that I killed it. I quickly realised that this wasn't a creature but an almost seven foot tall man. He was naked except for a pair of underwear and was covered in mud and god knows what else. I opted not to look for a name tag and just call him The Beast.
I found a clearing nearby and decided to get some rest as it was starting to get dark and I could barely stay standing.
I awoke the next morning invigorated and determined to kill anyone that stood in my way of surviving this. I still had a healthy supply of arrows left so I just needed to keep any enemies at bay.
I started to jog forward along the road as I wanted to get this finished by the end of the day. I slowed my pace as I reached the bottom of a steep hill. I set a steady pace on the way up but didn't exert myself as I knew that I might need the energy later in the day.
I finally reached the peak and stood there gazing down at the horrific sight that was unfolding in front of me. Three of the killers had teamed up and were now slaughtering a number of victims. The victims were running around like headless chickens and were being easily picked off one by one.
I grabbed an arrow and fired it at a man wearing a Jim Carrey mask who was killing his victims with what looked like a stick of sharpened liquorice. I let out a satisfied sigh as I watched the arrow go through his ear. He turned his head for a moment and I saw the tip had exited the far side. He took two steps forward before falling dead on the floor.
The two other killers had finished off the other victims and now began to make their way toward me. I grabbed an arrow to fire and then began to panic as it dropped out of my hand. The killers quickly covered the distance and I prepared to use the bow as a club.
I tried to keep both killers in my eyeline as they circled around me. One was a girl dressed in a cheerleader's uniform who kept twirling a baton with blades on either end. The other was a male dressed as a pirate who had hooks on the end of each arm. He had an eyepatch covering one of his eyes.
The Pirate darted forward and I managed to whack him on the side of the head. I ducked out of instinct and watched as the baton was swung harmlessly over my head. I managed to swing the bow and knock the baton out of her hands. I then grabbed the arrow I had dropped earlier and plunged it into her eye. She seemed to be winking at me before walking off.
The Pirate let out a cry of anguish and ran over to her. He held onto her as she slowly began to fall over. He started to weep and begged her to get up. He gazed at me with a look of fury and then suddenly charged at me. I grabbed her baton and placed it in front of me. He must not have seen it because he impaled himself on it. He stared at me for a few seconds before looking down at the blade that was now stuck in his gut. He pulled the baton out of my hands and made his way back to the Cheerleader. He lay down beside her and died in her arms.
I did a quick count in my head and knew there was only one killer left. I walked past the recently killed victims and made my way down the slope towards the bottom of the hill.
My heart was beating quickly as I knew that I was one kill away from surviving. I noticed what looked like a pitch ahead and knew that was where this would be decided.
The final killer stood on the pitch awaiting me. He was dressed in an American Football uniform that had once been white but was now stained red due to the bodies that lay at his feet.
I fired an arrow that struck him in the shoulder and he barely flinched. I could see a fresh trickle of blood running down so I knew that I got through his uniform. He charged at me and I quickly fired another arrow which missed him by inches. I moved at the last second but he still collided with my side and I was sent sprawling to the pitch. The bow went flying out of my hands and he stood on it and snapped it.
I began wheezing as he moved away and seemed to be gloating. He waited until I got my breath back and stood up before coming at me once again. I managed to avoid him this time but knew I wouldn't survive for very long.
He turned around and advanced on me while obviously intending to use his overwhelming strength to crush me. He pulled me into a bear hug and I started to feel light headed as his arms crushed my body.
I managed to grab a hold of the hook that I had cut off the Pirate's hand and plunged it at his groin area. He immediately released me and I fell to the floor. He was now bent forward and I crawled forward and used the hook to slice open the back of his ankles. His feet gave way beneath him and I climbed on top of him and used the hook to open up his jugular.
Music began blaring and the same host from last year seemed to emerge from nowhere. He grabbed my arm and wrenched it into the air while declaring me the ultimate serial killer. He then stepped back after looking into my eyes. A number of armed guards appeared after he clicked his fingers. I moved past them and towards a door which I hoped would lead me away from this place.
100 million was transferred into my bank account the next day but I refuse to touch it. I have been searching for a job lately and always smile when applying for jobs when they ask do you have any special skills. Unfortunately no job I apply for is looking for someone who is exceptionally good at killing people.

So I had an old plug that said he drove to Canada for oxy m30’s. Is that a real thing, is Canada an easy place to get M30 Oxys & are there dirty dr’s or it’s just street Oxy/pressie. The ones I got from him were real ones but then he lost his girlfriends car & shit got whack so I let that plug go.