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Many Fenians were veterans of the American Civil War, highly trained units, most wore Civil war uniforms, carried military weapons. It was odd to see platoons of Union blue and Confederate Grey fighting side by side. But the Fenians used what they had learned, well. 1885 was the height of their rebellion, and the nearly brought Ontario to it's knees.
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Will's coffee maker, he one TRUE love. Not even Andrew can compete
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Jumping spiders are far too cute.
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Thank you, and Timmy, Timmy's tough. One thing I love, that his Da held Bobby through it. The man isn't evil, just a product of his time, and he'd much rather have Timmy whole and with Bobby than lose him.
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I'm awake sorry woke up late Good morning.
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**Chapter 7: The Coldest Trail** Merrickville, Ontario. Late February, 1885. The air inside the Levesque Hotel was thick with the copper-sweet stench of blood and the sour, cloying reek of helplessness. In the makeshift operating theatre of the barroom, the only sounds were the shallow, rasping hitch of Timmy McCormick’s breath and the methodical tick-tick-tick of the grandfather clock in the corner, marking time that felt stolen from a reaper’s ledger. Bobby Grady sat on a s
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Tomorrow, 10am GMT I do two a day, right now Deed is first. And This one is 10 am. this is a part of a larger interconnected world of stories. Most of mine connect to it. If you like this one, try Captain vs Goofball... they've got a similar flavour. or Granny's got a plan. They're all connected but you don't need to read any to read this one. I try to keep the stories self contained.
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Some of this guy's stuff is amazing. And just having it on when I'm nodding off is wonderful, it has that ASMR quality to it that just knocks me out cold on nights I can't sleep. It just seemed like such a good fit for Orel. Giving him a world, and a job outside of Merrickville and Finn, something that was just his own.
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I based Orel's YouTube -ing on Ants Canada, a rather great youtube channel I watch when I want to relax. Orel is perfectly suited to this style of streaming. He can just get lost for hours talking about Isopods so I figured he'd find a way to turn it into a career. And let's face it, you'd all listen to him talk about Isopods for hours too.
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Nothing but chaste chastity and closed curtains... he checked, many times.
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I may have had an encounter or two... or three... with a pizza boy. To my credit I was single and he was pretty... and it was Pizza-Pizza not Dominos.
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It's the same guy
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I really, with this one, just wanted to write something simple, innocent and young. That stupid first love that's all about crushes and stolen kisses. I don't know, wanted to make people smile with a couple of dumb boys.
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No one said it was love, just friendship seeking. The love, that grew in the cracks.
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Operation Find Ollie a boyfriend, and our dear Orel has decided on a target.
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The reality is that Axl's the only UBEReats delivery guy in town. So he's delivering for other restaurants while working at Dominos... someone has to pay for all the groceries... as neither other parent of the two families is doing it
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Breakfast Pizza man, gotta prep the pizza poppers and the dough.
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Orel's on a mission.
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I wanted to take a break from the bleak today, and put out something sweet and earnest Enjoy this short, sweet, little Merrickville story all about first love Good boys, and innocence
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Ch 2 The kitchen smelled like Axl's latest culinary disaster—pasta that had boiled over, sauce that was separating into its component parts like a failed science experiment, and the lingering scent of his own existential dread. "Your boyfriend staying for supper?" he called out without looking up from the stove. From the living room: "He's not my boyfriend!" There was a frustrated huff from Marshall-Lee that was supposedly doing homework with t
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Two boys, six years of silence, and one morning with toast that changes everything. Marshall-Lee has spent forever pretending not to see Aiden across the street. But Aiden's been watching—collecting leaves, drawing portraits, waiting. When he finally crosses the road with breakfast and no agenda, Marshall-Lee's carefully constructed walls start crumbling. This is a story about being seen. About the patience it takes to love someone who isn't ready yet. About first kisses on cheeks and hands that finally touch. Sweet, slow, and achingly tender—for anyone who remembers what it felt like to fall.
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Chapter 1 --- In the soft morning light of his bedroom, Marshall-Lee Fraser looked exactly like what he was: a fourteen-year-old boy on the edge of becoming something more. His features had begun to settle into themselves, the awkwardness of early adolescence smoothing into something that would, in a few years, make people do double-takes. He couldn't see any of this, of course. What he saw was a pimple on his chin, hair that refused to obey, and a face that never quite matched the one
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