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Hopefully not in the bathroom… He wasn’t expecting an answer, but got one anyway. “I’ll help you.”

This sort of reminds me of the TV show, Lost. If any polar bears show up, I’m gonna take a hike…🤔

Well, how they get out of this predicament will be interesting….

Niran, if I had to go out in left field and guess, is in need of a large amount of money…most likely as he’s managed to mess up his own funding, owes a gambling debt, or bad investments….or any combination above!!

Kinda sums it up… Then why are we having a vote?" "Because you are attempting to distribute responsibility for a difficult decision. This is a common psychological mechanism. Humans engage in it frequently. It is called 'covering your ass.

Wouldn’t touch that comment…even with a @weinerdog…..

I have to believe that there are further twists to come…And so glad Sneath gets his just desserts…

Two troubled souls with the consequences of choice resting on their shoulders, yet both are lost, knowingly and unknowingly.

A cathartic meeting and a sweet release, and hopefully a sign of better times to come...I don't think Griff's visit will be acrimonious, but a meeting of the minds and clearing the air in a healthy manner!

And we know from previous comments it ain’t tucked behind your bra either…

A new world that Jake can make himself out of a realm of possibilities…

Drinking and guns, a terrible combination….

A very powerful, positive thought... “I was actually going to ask you something.” He turned fully toward me, attention settling without pressure. “Would you… want to come stay over again tonight?” I asked, choosing the words the way someone chooses stones to cross a river, carefully and aware of the current beneath them.

And the hits just keep on coming!!! I am looking forward to the Secret Author, and we get the deets on Thursday...like my parents' old coffee pot, ideas are starting to percolate... looking forward to reading the entries!!!

This was a powerful emotional chapter that hit, the understated need we all feel….to simply matter… “Yes,” Cianán said. “Not of the fading itself. I have watched it happen enough times to understand it. It is not like dying, not the way your people die. It is more like a fire burning down very slowly to embers. There is warmth at the end. There is no pain.” He paused. “What I was afraid of was fading without having mattered to anyone. Leaving the world without anyone knowing I had been in it.” He turned to look at Aiden directly. “Airmed knew. But Airmed was gone. After her I began to think that was how it would end for me. Quietly. Without witness.”

This should be good, they aren’t alone and hopefully when this is over the sow and her friends ‘dispose’ of the evidence… The only way to settle the account is to let them think they’re on to you. Static and the team are moving into position now. We’re going to give Vane’s men a target they think they can hit, and when they commit to the extraction, we’re going to close the book on them and then the problem itself

Will there be enough socks for everyone?

So…not just the shower then…are we sure it wasn’t sentient? The thing under your bunk is a pair of underwear from approximately the previous century. I already threw it away. Along with the tube sock that I’m pretty sure was pregnant."

Nope, not ever, nada, ain’t going that way….sure… Mickey stared at the boy. He had a slim build and face, with dark eyes and an earnest open expression. Stupid brown hair, short, and slightly tousled. Stupid big hands, and big ears, and not at all feminine and curvy like Mickey typically married. Nope, that and the dangly big between the legs that Mickey was definitely not interested in, well aside from random dreams that he swore he’d never had. And this one time, in school…

Pawns elevated beyond their station, to serve as useful tools…or was it fools?

How about some Jethro Tull or Led Zepplelin?

Had Louis looked towards Lincoln, not as a 'secure' outpost of his control, and seen it for what it was, understaffed and manned, he may have survived the loss of his resupply fleet. And able to weather the storm, hopefully, until the next supply fleet. I'm reminded of the following proverb, which, while written much later, applies here... For want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe, the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost, being overtaken and slain by the enemy, all for want of care about a horse-shoe nail And one might say, for the want of that horse-shoe nail, a kingdom was lost For want of a nail - Wikipedia It will be a significant moment for Kalen, having been recognized for his rebuilding of Lincoln, a reward for his actions. What title will come of this? We still have the Scotts, quietly biding their time. What encouragement do they make of Louis's defeat? Do they sense an opportunity to test the young King?

Gonna hold you to weeks with the next story… Well done and thank you for this…and inquiring minds need to know.. @Summerabbacat…I knew you had it in you to care…not!

Timing could have been better, wonder what’s on Peter’s mind?