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My shower stall renditions of everyone's favorites are Grammy worthy!!!!

Tim made a decision and needs to stick with it.... Who doesn't like "lollies"?

A very interesting chapter with much to unpack, leaving much room for thought, and I am sure I missed much.... A civilization or civilizations with the fantastic technology at their fingertips, still relies on serfs/slaves??? "If everyone on Gaia realized we are all one, would anyone follow orders when the Golden House tried to annex South America and exterminate the small families under the protection of the Maned Wolf house?" I tried to state the facts plainly, without sounding too critical. "If we all believed we were equally important and Gaia was our only home, who would send runaway serfs back--or rather, how would serfdom even exist?" ******************************* "But if..." he muttered, looking straight into my eyes. "If you truly believe these things are wrong, why haven't you done something about it?" His tone was accusatory, a familiar territory for me. "Aren't you one of the most powerful people in the Empire?" "I've made feasible corrections within my capabilities," I said softly, pondering how weak this argument sounded. "Just having the Grand Duchy of Germany take in runaway serfs has already caused a lot of tension and hostility. If I were to completely abolish serfdom, the factions within the German House would immediately put a bounty on my head." I lightly tapped the glass in my hand, listening to the crisp sound. "It's not that I fear the assassins coming after me, but assassins don't just come after m I'm guessing here but I believe the Pale Blue Dot is Gaia/Earth "Those in power will do everything to maintain the status quo." I felt a bitter smile forming on my face. "They know very well that those who have seen the 'pale blue dot' will possess the power to shatter their futile illusions." Literally, the power. A lesson many need to learn..... "By the way..." I heard the door slide open, and only then realized he hadn't left yet. "What's your interpretation?" he asked, scratching his ear and looking at me. "I think I said something like, 'I truly felt how limited the space I occupy in this world is,'" I recalled, placing the glass on the desk. "But what really made me cry was the sense of acceptance," I said in a calm tone, meeting the mutt's brown eyes. "If each of us is so small, then surely the world can accommodate all of us." In our imperfections lie universal truths... I set the coffee cup on the saucer, observing the mismatched set from various angles, even sniffing it a few times. Finally, I laughed heartily. I think I found a harmony I never expected. As noted, there was/is much to unpack, but I believe there is much, much more....

Amen to that brother!!!!

Mercury needs to slow down a bit and get to know her surroundings a bit better...

Well...this is going places I never thought I would suspect....at this point...I'm just along for the ride....

Robert made the right decision knowing what Vlad was like....they could never mesh....kind of like me and my ex's cat....

I am enjoying the language/word usage lessons tremendously... As a native from the land of the bean and the cod...I take pride in "Paking my kah in Havad yard"...."Tossing my khakis on the counter"... And you-all thought Khakis were a type of pants....what else could I put in the ignition switch??? BTW...a great chapter....some very interesting dynamics seem to be spawning...

As noted before, Frank is more aware and adult than he lets on... I could see Mistress Alice and Dante getting hitched...and here in New England there's an old winter adage that pneumonia is the old one's friend.... God help whoever Mistress Brittany marries and the household she runs....

And the path forward is beginning to take shape perhaps...

Desmond, channel your inner self and vociferously complain about bikini girl....

Is Joren the son of Damek? Ranell Kent, wither thou goest now???

A swallow isn't just a bird or a bird in the hand...

The boys…so close and so far away…can someone take Plink and stretch her out?

I think he may be doing a bit more than testing the waters, he just may float a boat!

Sounds like a set up by Alex's higher-ups!!!

In our differences lies our strengths..

I hate waking up in the middle of the night because something was niggling, tickling my sleepy thought process.... Per the quote below... I still feel that there is some sort of hive mentality with these creatures....don't know if the virus affects all the same way or if some sort of very basic instinct is triggered that allows for simple cooperation betwixt them... If the virus somehow makes them flammable, and increasingly so over time, will they get to the point where they will simply spontaneously self-combust???? If not, get some, or make some frigging flamethrowers...they could also carry small plumber's torches... Two burning vehicles mostly blocked the entrance to the lumber yard. Around them, a large group of zombies flailed about, trying to pass the obstacle. Most of the zombies were on fire, adding to the confusion and chaos of the scene. A few things turned our way, but most were fixated on the cars. A few were so damaged that they crawled, slowly disappearing under the vehicles. Jake stared and gripped the van's first aid kit in his hands. "Fire. Something about the virus causes them to become slightly flammable over time. We still don't know why that is, but they do not fear it or anything else." I met Mark, and we methodically ended the small group of zombies in the parking lot. Most of those had no eyes, thanks to them melting in the heat of the fire. So they snapped and lunged blindly around, making our task much easier than it otherwise would have been.

Could not say it any better

My thanks to Mark for letting us get a peek in at his process and to those who have helped him along the way!!!!

I get the feeling that Thayer and C.O. will never get to do the dirty deed... What if the Ghost's car got stolen...humm??? The Ghost had decided to stop at the diner for lunch on his way back to the Cities. A nice treat for himself after a rigorous day and night. The burger, those lovely crinkle fries, and a vanilla malt. Yum! A kind of victory lap, in a way. Even though the plan was to finally lock Linnie Lee in, getting Louie Lee to sell for a mere three hundred was a home run. He mentally calculated how this might figure into his year-end bonus. He wasn’t taking any chances with those papers by handing them over to Louie Lee’s driver. They were currently secured in a locked leather briefcase, safely ensconced in the trunk of his car.

Good on Peter, fingers crossed he can get to the temple, one has to ask...is it the only place it grows as it seems to be located in other temples//

So nice to be back with these folks!!!!! Thank you!!!!

I would have to agree, it seems as if there is someone hiding in plain sight who is using Don, someone who had a difficult past association with him perhaps????

Could this be a parrell universe?