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Ye shall reap what ye sow. I am concerned with the following… Karsa proceeded on, a bound John Longsword floating in tow, down the length of the now desiccated hallway to the confessor’s chambers. The elf wiped the blood from his nose and proceeded in.

It’s past time Kent, how many more signals will you overlook?

Loved the comment, life’s a highway paved with regrets

My goodness….the complications they will face. Been there…. We earned it," he said, relaxing into the seat, his leg pressing against mine. "And I'm starving. My mom’s on a 'heart healthy' kick. If I have to eat another piece of poached salmon, I'm going to bite a tire. Sometimes you just need something else."

Hopefully the waters partially heal the leg, otherwise there will be more trouble than needed…

Yes no condom…will we have a nine month surprise ?

Hell hath no fury like a Medici wronged….and as noted, repercussions will be felt for generations….

There are more things under heaven and earth Austin than you have dreamed of…. Will Xavier reconnect with Austin and how can he accept what has been decided? Who fired the shot, were they part of this pack, or a pack in conflict with them?

I shouldn’t go there but…I was on pins and needles…..in the fitting room. Truly well crafted and enjoyable story…

Will Max find his way to Goran’s estate?

So much said and needed.... “Statement later?” I asked. “Police will call, or we will bring them to you,” he said. “After breakfast, not now.” He wrote a number on a small card and set it by the water. “And if the dreams follow you home too loudly, there is a clinic downstairs two afternoons a week that understands soldiers. Not pills only. Breathing, eyes, memory work. You choose. It helps.” He didn’t push. “I will see you in the morning.” “Thank you, doctor.” He nodded at Marvin. “Feed him,” he said dryly in Thai, then slotted himself back into the hospital’s choreography.

You cannot build a future without knowing where you came from..

Once, as a guest on the Jonny Carson show, he introduced her as the great Dolly Parton and the twins... I wonder what put that thought in his head. Seeing this video, I have an inkling...

Thank you, it seems the answers are right in front of us... When one can't apologize for such outrageous behavior, what can one expect?

This was extremely descriptive and well done. Loved the images this conjured up! The winter sun hung low over the flatlands of Newark, wan and pale as beaten pewter. Smoke rose from a hundred campfires, drifting in thin grey wisps above the mustering host. Men moved through the chill air with purpose, their breath steaming like the breath of oxen in the plough‑field. Steel rang upon steel, harness was mended, horses shod, and serjeants’ voices carried sharp across the yard. Therein lies the genius of the Marshal, when all was to his glory, he stood fast for the kingdom, FitzWalter stepped forward. “The men look to thee, my lord. Thy name alone holdeth them fast.” Marshal shook his head. “Nay. They stand for England, not for me. I am but its servant.” Lincoln, all are making haste towards it. It is becoming a crux, upon which so much depends. Will it hold against the forces of Louis? Will Louis be effectively resupplied with men and material from France? Will William Marshal have the numbers and strength necessary to stand against the forces of Louis? Are they acting with undue haste? Ready or not, the time rapidly approaches....

In a previous chapter, we have Killian in a dream sequence running through the woods for his life. I suspect we will make the dream a reality. The 64,000 question is: who is working with Joiner.. Which of our suspects will we find??? Miss Scarlet, Mrs White, Reverend Green, Mrs Peacock, or, and this is my favorite...Professor Plum...

What's wrong with gray ( senior) porn????

I see no... no... I see nothing redeeming about Josel's mother. Delusion is an island with the population of exactly one...

Louis is no longer in pain or suffering... Uncertainly, the shade looked up the hill again. Slowly, they began walking, and were soon out of sight. An eternity later, Sakis felt something hiccough within him, interrupting his music. There was no rage this time, only weary acceptance. Thus was the mercy of the River Lethe.

Called it!!!!!!!!!!! As Joss would have said, here it was: The Maltese Fucking Falcon. I unfastened the tissue paper and there, nestling in it was a long brown thing that really did look like a turd. I was reluctant to pick it up, fearing that we might damage it, but managed to do so with some tissue paper. I peered intently at it, trying to work out the detail. “If you look closely, it does have markings. But it’s so worn.” “Looks more like a lump of mud.” I grinned at Ian. “Or a turd?” He went red and giggled.

It certainly was a brutal day, and the hubris to strike on Easter, dammning to say the least. The Pope could not bless the attempt, but would not discourage it...all those involved, and those thought to be involved, were hunted down like dogs... Pazzi conspiracy - Wikipedia List of popes from the Medici family - Wikipedia

Well there's a surprise!!! It wasn't quite subliminal messaging, and I have to wonder if the message stuck....

Thanks, I truly appreciate your comment. Thanks!!! Appreciate all you do for me! So true, the signs are right there! Thank you very much! The wisdom in those words is eternal. Yet I still have hope... Will we learn the lessons of the past? Thanks!!! It is appreciated! So honest and true, thanks!!

Sadly so!! The signs are there, right in front of us. Seems like some things never change. Thanks, Chris, it is appreciated Thanks Gary, this is something that has been on my radar for some time. There are times when I can't decide if it is 1937-38 or 1939

Ali is/was way to convenient and I suspect the boy knows more than he knows…