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Indeed, the body count is mounting and with the same MO that haunts Rick. Poor Jimmy Tan, but it is confusing that both these latest victims were hardly known to Rick; one for minutes and the other for a day. It’s also strange that these murders didn’t follow Rick while he was at the academy…or at least based on what we know so far. Poor Rick, a lingering nightmare that both haunts him but gives him hope to fulfill his graveyard promise to Martin; and himself. Hopefully the guilty feeling of being responsible somehow doesn’t cloud Rick’s thinking as it is hard to not think you’re indirectly responsible for someone’s death. Hope Ricky’s will take another look at that yearbook as it seems the focus of the others on Martin is foretelling; is there another person lurking on the sidelines unnoticed in that photo or is the resemblance with Rick’s stalker requiring a closer look based on other life influences that may have change the perpetrator’s appearance. Meanwhile, The bonding with the boys is accelerating with Tom, Beth and especially Rick. The uncanny resemblance of Shane, reminding them all of Martin is probably a good thing as it helps them see that his youth and spirit can still be embraced through continued life. The boys seem to be embracing their own memories of being carefree youth again and that may be just what they all need; Tom has outright admitted that and Beth was nearly admitting the same.

We’ll get there…

So most of what you weren’t wearing was scandalizing?

Paint balls might come in maroon, then orange could be the new maroon rather quickly.

A room full of condoms and orangutans dressed in white jackets especially made with long sleeves to fit them??

A helping hand?

No, hanging it.

A fallen angel, maybe just stumbling along? Your image doesn’t show in the mirror? Exactly! 🤣

A world body filled with political appointees, many by oppressive dictators of decades long regimes, and you expect diplomacy to be representative of the world peoples? Likewise, some of the loudest and most frequently critical voices are from those same countries, which also happen to be non-contributors to any of the aid funds for people or countries in crisis. Hmmm 🤔, yeah it’s like listening to The View talk show, no real solutions, just criticizing everyone and everything else, while spewing shallow clichés without depth as guaranteed solutions. Yup, that bridge to Hawaii will be safer and better for the environment; a solar powered magnetic levitation bullet train that will also serve as a homeless shelter.

I dust my car out regularly, I let the windows down alternately while driving a few miles at 55MPH, perhaps twirling a towel over the dash too as I’m thorough; upon my return home I shake out the floor mats.

That was before twerking was refined, and flossing was a separate maneuver.

I played doctor for a good number of years, and I wasn’t really much different from all these other doctors that admit to just running a practice. So I’m trustworthy too…

Huh, @Jason Rimbaud doesn’t really have an opinion…until he does, but then when he does…he really doesn’t, so then it’s kinda…

Oops, I commented before reading your quote; interesting commonality though. 😆

Ironically both labeled, while one maybe somewhat kinda sorta earned that label and the other definitely more understanding how easy those labels stick as she seems a pure victim.

What, Roy pumping the brakes as a teen boy?? Lorraine has somewhat mastered in balancing out her life.

Haha, the Cupid and stupid twin, or at least love stupid twin; youth and love/lust just makes things stupid either way. That may be even worst for straight guys as the expectation is running free comparative to gay doubts and reserve.

Timblerlake had a song about a hairy ass…oh wait, that was weird Al singing about something.

Ironic that we think of gluing something back together when broken, but we hardly acknowledge just how hard it is to bet on and/or build a future together.

Nothing like busting knuckles with the hopes and prayers of having a grip using a monkey wrench; let along someone throwing one in to something that seems like it might be about to smooth out for ya. Meet my pet monkey, Murphy.

What a terrible nightmare to have to live with; hopefully the subconscious is pulling a memory fragment from his gray matter that may be a clue to this familiar but yet unknown man. Despite the crowd now occupying the room with Rick, the winds of Marty’s voice have left a clue in the pages turned of that yearbook; who is this man? Was he school staff, the parent of a student, or an entrusted community member masked as a school supporter? 😣 Such evil manifesting the devil himself. 🤦‍♂️

The old advertisements were so powerful…just, let your fingers do the walking.

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