Topher Lydon
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There were times, in Canada, when it hit -51°C (-59.8°F), where exposed skin freezes. We used to sleep with the windows open at -20°C and call it warm. My Students were always agape at me, when I would teach in my shirt sleeves and complain about the heat when it was -10°C. I earned the nickname Polarbear from those students. Still get that when I overheat with central heating on.
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So aptly sums up Cradle Grove
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Indeed, it makes me wonder about the mugging, it seemed that in that exact moment we had an opportunity, that Ben saw, to do exactly that. You take a person who was utterly crushed, and see the new blank slate it provided, for Ben to use as his canvas. I am writing more of this dynamic, getting into what makes Ben tick, and I admit writing a completely divergent individual interests me... and we know what happens when I get interested in a character. Also good to shake off some dust and write a character with a certain level of lethality.
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Tabby slaps himself rather effectively
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Kier might just be a paper tiger, and you are right, he needs to do something to earn his place. So far everything he has has been handed to him. Everything in his house came from Riley. His place in the Estate came from Ben. Lee gives him an outlet. Let's see what he does with it.
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Tabby's journey was the lesson Granny needed to teach him. By Keeping Alvin behind, Tabby had to face his separation from the first roots he's ever, really, put down. And it answered the question for Tabby that staying never could. What's more important, a home and love, or the road and idealized freedom? A question he now has the answer for.
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None, utterly concise, a message delivered with fanfare, and signed in blood. Ben's utter ruthlessness on display and painted in Kier's colours for Dyson to see. A declaration of war, crisp and clear. But Kier is getting so close to being exactly what Ben wants him to be. If only he hadn't hesitated...
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Chapter Fourteen: The Border and the Blood The border between Cradle Grove and the Blackwood estate wasn’t drawn on any council map. It was a scar in the turf, written in neglect and contested fear. It ran through a desolate patch of scrubland known with grim local irony as "The Green." It was a no-man’s-land of bald earth, broken glass that glittered like malignant dew, and the coiled, pale sausages of dog shit. Council mowers gave it a wide berth. It was a dumping ground for the es
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Captain vs Goofball is another light Merrickville story - Brian is our resident Giraffe Pastry Chef The Coyote stories are also about Brian - Brian earns his Ninja nickname making him the Ninja Giraffe Pastry Chef. The earlier Carter books are all set in Merrickville and deal with the parents of many of the characters you read about in the modern books.
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Ben is going to surprise you.
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it can be said that a Solipsist is also a sociotpath, it's a particular breed. Where they believe only they are real, and that everyone else is a character in their story, NPC's in a game. that they are irrelevant like video game characters.
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:: lifts rock and looks for precious feedback ::
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Oh Ben definately knows what Kier is doing with Lee. out of the two, Riley and Lee, Ben understands Lee's attractiveness to Kier better. Riley makes zero sense to Ben, he's a cockroach made of rubber and no matter how many times Riley gets stepped on, he bounces back. That confuses the hell out of a solipsist like Ben.
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I could complain about the cost of running the heating on Electric. It's bordering on a Pound an hour. But with a 79 pound standing charge for gas (per month BEFORE using any) I prefer to stick to the Electric, at least I control when it's on and off that way.
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:: inclines head :: Winters end.
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**Chapter 13: The Crack in the Ice & The Returning Sun** The bridge over the Rideau Canal was suspended in a state of gray, misty waiting. It was the fragile, breath-held hour of the morning, the world still draped in a veil of silver frost, deciding whether or not to wake up. The air held the sharp, crystalline bite of a winter not yet ready to fully relinquish its grasp, but the sun, a pale gold coin cresting the black fringe of the treeline, felt different. It wasn't the weak,
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Ben is intrigued by Kieran. He can stir the situation, watch what happens. Ants in an ant farm that he can control. He is intriguing to write, his experiments, his lies, and his masks.
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With the energy prices round these parts? BWHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA :: wipes tears :: oh my... the electricity board man would salivate and raise my rates if he saw me withing 500 meters of a place that sells one. We're paying some of the highest rates in the country round these parts. The annoying side of being technically inside of Stratford-upon-Avon. Far too many rich people driving the prices up to crazy levels. Don't get me started on the Council Tax hikes, or the water rates.... I swear the taxes we're paying are insane.
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I think they'd take one look at my little cottage, turn up their noses, and set off to warmer climates... my cottage is a rather damp affair, annoyingly. (So damp my kitchen stove rusts despite being only a couple of years old) no cast would be caught anywhere near.
