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Not sure it would have been possible... I believe Hugo has met himself and his demons, and they hold the clues....

We are all different in the way we come to terms with abuse...

What more can be said other than to see Marie-Louise, Todd, and Billy get the help they need...hopefully...

Thank you very much for this and look forward to anything you wish to share!!!

At what point does Harry wake up to realize it was a dream??? If not...wowzer!!!!

Thanks for the background on the boys... The following paragraph appears under Micha and Leo's story and in Kai's story... When he was sixteen, his father found a journal Kai kept—pages of poetry, drawings of boys' faces, scattered fragments of longing. The fallout was swift and brutal. Kai didn’t speak of what happened. He simply left and never went back.

Not sure what to say here...our boy Nathaniel seems to have the world bearing down on his shoulders...

Interested to see where this goes...

Off to see the Great Dicku, is it like we're off to see the wizard??? 😄

I gotta go with angry for all the stupidity and self-centered, self-medicating behavior here.. I have to somewhat sympathize with the mom; she gets no help and is a trash can for her dysfunctional family... Ronnie Sr...someone should cut the the powercord to the TV... Ronnie...could he stick his head up his ass any further... Josh...the master of smooth moves, like swiping your mother's pill bottle as she lies on the floor... Sara...nothing like a couple of shots of rot-gut tequila to make your legs spread...how soon before there's another bun in the oven??? Joey...I can't figure out how I feel about him...at least the dogs like him...that and D... D...trapped in a world of his own making, can he find/make the exit door... Then there's little ditty...I mean WTF??? He opened the front door just in time for Sara to blow in like a storm cloud. “Finally,” she snapped, juggling a giant off-brand diaper bag and a stack of beat-up backpacks. “Tay-Tay fell asleep in the car.” Trailing behind her were Isabel, clutching a half-dead tablet and avoiding everyone’s eyes, and Brian, wide-eyed and chewing on a pink straw wrapper like it was gum. He was always fidgeting with something. Last, Tay-Tay shuffled up and leaned heavily against Sara’s hip, her curls mashed down on one side and a sparkly unicorn pull-up peeking out from beneath her pajama shorts. “Where’s Mom?” Sara asked, already pushing inside without waiting for an answer. “Right here,” Linda said gently from the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Her face was tired. The good kind of tired. “I walked up to Wally’s, paid the gas bill.” “Great,” Sara said, barely looking at her. “T-they eat yet?” Joey asked, eyeing the kids. He still held the door like his brain hadn’t caught up to the chaos yet. “They had… something.” Sara dumped the diaper bag onto the couch. “Isabel, you know where your toothbrush is. Brian, no candy. Tay-Tay’s got a spare pull-up in the bag for tonight. I’m going.” “W-wait,” Joey said, stepping forward. “No food money? N-no extra diapers?” Sara turned, raising a penciled-in brow. “What do I look like? A money tree?” Joey stared at her, jaw clenched. “You s-seem to find cash when it’s f-for shots and sh-shitty tequila.” Her eyes snapped. “Excuse me?” “Y-you heard me.” His voice was low but steady. “You’re out every w-weekend, posting p-pictures, but y-you c-can’t leave two d-dollars for cereal?” “God, you are such a little asshole sometimes,” she snapped, eyes cutting toward Linda, who had gone completely quiet by the stove. “Why don’t you worry about your own problems, Joey? You’re not these kids’ dad.” “No,” Joey muttered. “They d-deserve one though.” Sara glared at him, color flooding her cheeks. “Mom, say something!” Linda just shook her head slowly. “He’s not wrong, honey.”

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He will always live forever in my house!!! Bing Videos

I think we know now what the future holds for Sam and hopefully, he will listen to Ser Graham...

I think the point is...just keep 'em coming... Oy very, what a mess if it was bad before, it's much worse now... By chance, did D put a tracking app on Joey's phone???

Well....shall we see what the person with the violin is playing???

More red herrings to be sure, why did Finnegan choose that particular path to travel??? More than likely, just like Killian should never drive a car, the following is never gonna happen... I shook my head as I turned back towards the house, resolving to be more careful in the future.

Job well done all, and @Cia, best wishes on both fronts...

This may be so but he's exceptionally well read...

Well folks...I haven't a frigging clue...time to call in...

Going where not only fools fear to tread….

Buy that man some shaving cream and a razor!!!! and when Jason appeared his bits were hidden by a smear of fabric across his thigh, leaving a lot of hair open to the air. It was outrageous and Gavin loved it and had to work hard not to get visibly excited.

I think the key to understanding Colt is found in the following... “So why are you living with us?” Colt asked just before he pulled out onto the main road. We were headed in the direction of home, but I knew we weren’t going anywhere near there. “They haven’t told you?” I asked and I saw him glance at me through the rearview mirror. “Why would they bother telling me?” He asked and I looked away. “They do what they want and expect the rest of us to fall in line.” “Don’t all parents?” I asked glaring back into the rearview mirror, but this time his face softened and he shook his head. There is a dichotomy here in assessing the dynamics of Joel's family situation and Colt's...interesting as to how they are polar opposites... Ever crack open a rotten egg, instantly nauseated??? That's Johnny for you...Can't wait for the next dance these two have... The only real surprise is that the fight happened so quickly, coming in at a close second is Davin... There will be some explaining to do once the boys get home...Colt's mood might improve if he choked the chicken a bit more often....

Having also lived through several hurricanes, this was all too real, I often thought what else could be done when everything you should have done, is done... Had a chuckle with the following... Wyatt shrugged, finishing off his beer before setting the empty bottle on the coffee table. “Didn’t seem important. I didn’t want to make it a thing. Everybody’s got baggage. I just keep mine where it won’t get in the way.”

Time for some shore leave.....

So glad to see Danny find his purpose!! Can he repair broken toasters???