Topher Lydon
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My son groaned at me over Pokemon recently, I still have no idea what type does what... he's over thirty and still rolls his eyes at me when I have a senior moment.
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They don't I believe. Though the question of Jason's sexuality in the Chruch's eyes is up for debate. As my old Ethics Professor used to say : There are truths, TRUTH, and THE Truth. Finding truth in that is for you to decide
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Nothing beats Gossip and lies like standing in the light and speaking the truth.
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I wanted to write the Pastor who is what I believe Pastor's/reverends should be. How they should act, with the weight of their life lessons measuring scripture, and compassion and love guiding them. The world would be a better place were this the example set.
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I wonder who'd do that.
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well teenagers are about a subtle as a brick at a tea party.
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Well that one went out early, sorry @drpaladin (I am running on no sleep and hit the wrong button again.) On a lighter note. Go Jason.
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The fluorescent lights of the Independent Grocers were harsh and unrelenting, casting a cold, sterile glow that made the Saturday morning shoppers look pale. The air, a mundane blend of fresh bread and floor wax, was brutally contrasted by the icy humidity of the dairy aisle, the coldest, quietest corner of the store. Blake, a figure of frantic, soaking energy, moved through the aisles like a storm front. His chest was heaving from the run, the spill of cold coffee still dampening his shir
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I live down the road from Jaguar near Coventry. There's an F-type parked at one of the neighbours... nice car... really nice. The people around here have far too much money... I prefer the Aston that's usually parked across the street from it. But I think giving Andrew an Aston or a Jag might be sacrilege... he's a Mustang man.
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:: slaps forehead :: So Peter's trying to seduce a guy, under orders from West... and is the biggest Dork going. I am having far too much fun this morning.
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You know, I am going to have to write this now Gun toting Aunts, armed turkey, and all the trimmings
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I'm picturing you at Thanksgiving, armed for bear. "I dare y'all to start talkin' politics," Spits to the left, "go ahead make my Thanksgiving day!"
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Holy heck... now that's a DANGEROUS Aunt! I had one that used to carry a big old snub revolver in her purse. To protect her Bingo money...
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I've been wanting to write a car chase for years... I've never done one before. Andrew's been set up for one since Recourse was written back in 2007. But never really had a chance to do so. I also wanted to give the 2005 GT a warhorse death, going down fighting like she's bloody earned after all this time. Now to get Andrew a new one... or rebuild one.
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I'm working on Chapter 31 currently. This book is going to be a long one. Has to be, there's so much material to cover. Hope that's ok with folks. It's almost as long as Breach, and still in the first act.
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err right passenger... um... totally didn't forget about him... :: nudges body under rug :: Dead, definitely dead... nothing to see here... nope
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Lessons learned It's not normally a first thought in Ottawa when you're dropping your husband off for a flight and wandering through an airport. Though the RCMP are going to have some explaining to do.
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If you're going to try to take the King, you'd better not miss.
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Chapter Ten WORLD END: T-minus 170 days, 16 hours, and 0 minutes. Ottawa International Airport, Ontario, Canada The black 2005 Mustang GT was a low, hungry beast, its engine singing a deep-throated, confident thrum as Andrew merged onto Airport Parkway, heading north toward the Queensway. The humid air of the terminal was already forgotten, replaced by the cool, crisp late September evening. In the rearview mirror, the lights of Ottawa International dwindled, and Andrew settle
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Which is where the county clerk's office comes in with the disputed status. As Jenny-Lynn pointed out, it became a court and CPS issue.
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Worst kept secret in town. I touch on them a little in Carter's Shadow, so it's nice to finally fix a... not a mistake... but an injustice to the characters, I think the deserved a bit better than either of them got in that book.
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Lisa's strategy, once she learns of all of this, is a beautiful dance of PR, spin, and humanity. She's grace in motion and I genuinely am enjoying watching her work (writing it) I have taken her from a high school student all the way up to this, and mostly she's been a back ground character, or there as Will's chief of staff, but seeing her step around and pick up her sword to do battle is rewarding.
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This is Jenny-Lynn's primary concern, and why she acts as she does. I am trying to write being very considerate to all of the players involved. Sally is innocent in everything, and if you recall from the past chapter. Jason has told her about Blake, so this is not about the relationship(ghost of one), it's about the impact of their private life being dragged into public. Sally is interesting to me. And Kenny loves his mom, and Jason loves his wife.
