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1000 words! 😂

Plus his interest in the Casey testimony may have had him staking out that process to then connect Rick and the other boys…that secondary hide away is sounding more likely by the day. I thought with the knowledge of Corcoran being at Rick’s neighborhood at that known time, that they might make the move then but the total depth of urgency has not been felt yet.

Ho Ho Ho, and a Merry Christmas gift he did bestow Jacy, kicked out from home, one of extremism and lies A wet, cold ride, ends with warming by an kiln stove A moment changes all, a vision says Fletcher could die Rushing to rescue, a grandfather, known but few hour Found, as his vision revealed, off to get grandpa healed The hospital overwhelming, Jacy suffers a mental shower Escape to spirit world, Jacy’s fate, his spirit guide, sealed A turbulent day, a turbulent night, one calming fur ball New dawn, new day, Fletcher prescribed new medicine Not of bottle, herbs ok, but living alone not good at all A home, a teacher, found, a growing medicine man den. Gray Owl, so new, different, many changes for family tree Daisy gone, Michael still there, a teenager in Fletcher’s hair What does it mean, gifts they speak, his future yet to see A new life, his true life to live, much to learn if he dare A very Merry Christmas, his crown in heaven does glow

Talk about dark…and you went darker—or kill him in his room, jeepers creepers! This does take on a darker aspect of imprisonment, yet throw in a type of beauty and the beast, why doesn’t his rescuer speak more than stay in your room. likewise, how could Kieran possibly turn in his rescuer…the only one to care, the one that cleaned his wounds, the one that made his…heart flutter.

That’s what Joel said

He just heard…get a piece of….

Wow interesting this cricket, somewhat sexual it seems. Shall they share the crease again, to take turns at bat, as I’m sure they’re going to be ready for batter up at any time. Standing at the crease, taking a batters stance, looking to knock a few balls. Hmmm 🤔, all in an open lot of the neighborhood. Wow 😮, do they have naked cricket too? Batter Up!

It is and it has. 😀 Merry Christmas 🎄🎁

Well I am dreaming for more of this story.

That’s quite ok, quickies can still be very satisfying.

@Jason Rimbaud?

It’s better as a marinade, most meat softens after applied.

Ok, as I make this statement please understand…I love meat (yeah, that too) but, I’m not a steak person; yes I admit. Steak to me gets too repetitive in favor and taste without a refresher to enhance and/or cut the grease and natural favors from coating the taste buds. Much like cleansing the palate with pickled ginger while enjoying the many varieties of sushi, the process just resets the palate to enjoy the next new flavor, or even for a new bite of the same to taste…like the first time. Yes, I love steak with my steak sauce, the flavors are more of the meat will set how much meat I’ll eat with each bite. So sauces, if properly chosen for the meat, will cut the tastes that linger; but lingers not in its entirety, leaning towards a meaty or gamy after taste; even perfectly cooked the heat, the searing, the ageing, etc. doesn’t breakdown all that meatiness into pure goodness…not for me anyway. After several bites of a delicious steak, it just starts to taste like a piece sugar cane after the juiciness is chewed out of it…only the fiber and bulk remains to make it a chore to finish. Believe me I know, I’m a minority that doesn’t cherish steak. I tend to prefer meats simmered to tender morsel melting in my mouth. Think of it much like Chinese meat dishes, where those nuggets are soaked or marinated for tenderness and flavor; and being nuggets, the flavors are more universally transferred and those thin membranes broken down through and through for very tender bites.

Hmmm 🤔, seems to be some messaging blurting out from that little admission; perhaps galvanizing the “Do as I say, not as I do” saying?

Butt such a beautiful…horizon it must be; butt surely that also gives him an appreciation for …new horizons too.

As the elder couple was viewing the property during open house, Harold asked of the agent “why in the devil is there a second set of safety grab rails mounted 6’ high?” Edith elbowed him in the side and quietly whisper-mumbles, “Harold, surely you can remember times when standing that those would have been wonderful to have.” Harold wistfully closed his eyes with his head slowly tilting back, his hands now extending forward at waist level with palms up, fingers open, as if each hand was cupping imagined melons. Edith elbowed Harold again, “Harold, that was long ago, stop living in the past.” Edith, if not for living in that past, I’d have no desire to live in this present; I do like that shower…I feel more refreshed already.

Wait until AI takes out a hit on anyone trying to sever their connections….I can’t let you do that Dave.

Even classified or highly classified programs have some lower level acknowledgement or general information that can be shared…vs I’d be interested implying he knows but can’t say.

You bring up the fundamental issue of just how long has this been going on and how permeated is it into the political realm. I still can’t quite understand the Cunningham stories as simple as headmaster following board directions. What and where did the knife come from and why, why, would he handle and/or dismiss that so easily. In other words, was Corcoran acting alone and unknown, even during those school employments years, or was he being provided cover until they could no longer safely do so? With Rick being stalked, while working two big cases, I just hope the issues and challenges don’t divide his attention to the point of putting the boys at risk. Not implying his would slack but that it’s hard to keep an eye and mindset on these diverse challenges.

Joel’s sex education was just his limited time and access on his computer, which was the primer for Westley to stir the shit, so that didn’t turn out well. He seems to want to reciprocate what Davon is doing, so I’m not sure there’s going to be a top or bottom only relationship here.

It’s the season…ho, ho, ho, and kiss Rudolph’s nose….wait, that’s not his nose!

One of my sayings when we finally got things under control, safely recovered on the ground and back to the gate. Having really worked hard to keep things moving, yet safe, is often a challenge; air traffic, weather…airborne and again for the runway conditions it gifts us, and then managing fuel to land versus diverts as staying in line exceeds all that was ever expected. So, with all the variables, and the continuous re-evaluating fuel, weather, sequencing to the runway…once cleared of snow, etc. can a constant battle with new variables all along the way. The alternate runway is now closed with an emergency aircraft disabled on the runway. 😠 So back to my stress relief slogan…well, that went about as smooth as teenage first time back seat sex.

Hahaha, #3. lmao. No joke, I was pretty well excited, let’s say the roller coaster wasn’t due back the the loading platform until just one more climb to the climactic finale, and we were here the apex…but my partner suddenly wanted to stop, to stretch things out without climaxing. WHAT? I was too far gone…no shit, my reply was; I ain’t AT&T and you can’t just put me on hold.”