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“That sounds complicated,” Hazeth said. “Vampires? Gods?” After the Carnelia group sorted out the details of their ‘let’s make a new path’ plan, Iris suggested touching base with their parents in dreamscape, so Roux drew them into his. To their disappointment, Iris was still in unicorn form even in the dreamscape. But he could at least communicate with them telepathically in that space between worlds. “The important part is that you should see two portals appear,” Iris said. “Don’t go

It felt like an optimistic ending to me, but that's because I always root for happy endings myself. 😂 So, @chris191070, if those two never really did get back together, just don't tell that to @spike382 and me!!

Ok, I'm back, and it was an EXCELLENT choice by @wildone and @spike382

I had to do a double and triple check cause I could have sworn I read this one (unless I did read it but didn't leave a comment, in which case, what the heck happened?). Anyway, on with the story: Brad was fifteen years older than Wes, but he worked out regularly and had a killer body. Fortunately, he had all his hair, which he dyed a beautiful chestnut color. - Wait, I definitely remember this line because I was sitting there contemplating dying my own hair chestnut brown for a second. “I’m leaving you,” he said. “I’ve met a new associate at work, and we’re moving in together in the city.” He said it so matter-of-factly, without any emotion, that Brad knew there was to be no arguing. - tpioawerj (unintelligible grumbling)! He decided to sell the house, and move to the city. At least, there was some action there. He reckoned that at fifty, his life was far from over, and he should enjoy what was left. - Damn straight... bent... dagnabbit, you know what I mean! Carl Green’s mother was slowly dying of brain cancer. - tpaijwer (more unintelligible grumbling)! I don’t know. I’m a forty-two year old virgin. - My friend, have a little walk with me. You see, being experienced is overrated, and... “Yes, and when the time comes, you’ll swallow all of mine.” - I mean, it might take a few tries... He prayed every day that when Carl was ready to pull back and settle down, it would be with him. There was no guarantee, of course, but he just had to be patient and trust in providence. - Fingers crossed, my friend, fingers crossed. I loved it!

... and it happens to be one I haven't read of Chris's. Blast. Be right back!

The drama is delicious in this one. Ex-besties come face to face after certain things went down in the past. Well worth reading!

A Second Dance By Cassie and Ben- OMG! I'm here. Barely saw this buried in my notifications. But I am so here. Love the title!! Louis looked older, like the rest of us, but still had those piercing grey eyes that perfectly matched the suit he wore. - Hot. Mariah sidled up next to me, passing me a flute of champagne. - That's my girl right there. I drained the rest of my champagne, hoping to numb the sting. - Whoa, easy there. “Then you’ll have to tell him.”“Why me?” - Story of my life. I was often the messenger for friends. “I know plenty about regret.” - Dagnabbit. She was already waving over one of the groomsmen, but not before sending a quick wink in Louis’s direction. I was in trouble. - 🤣 “Yeah, the way you were holding onto her looked ‘just like exercise’.” - I know what you think you saw, and I'm telling you it isn't what you think you saw! Right, you’re standing here with a hard-on, because you’re not into her. - Yeah, I've got nothing. It'd be all sorts of odd explaining that. I see how he wasn’t believed in the moment. “Then, after you kissed me during our fight over Dahlia, I knew that you knew, and were throwing my feelings back in my face.” - That's quite the leap his thoughts took. The move brought to mind the story about him trying to yank the pants off a real cop, a memory that made me smirk despite myself. - 🤣🤣🤣 For all my boasting back in high school, I hadn’t known his true feelings. - I don't know what to tell ya. Teenage hormones. “Then I’m going to need your current number,” I said, a grin tugging at my lips. - Let's go!!! Yaaaaaayyyy. I loved it. Amazing job, you two! The smut was worth the wait and was 💯 approved by me (as if I had anything to do with this story other than comments from the peanut gallery 😂).

🤣 ...and it's hidden in my bra. 🤣

Yeah, it's vergüenza/avergonzado, or bochorno/bochornoso (that last one is the version I grew up with) in Spanish.

Let's see what Malik's been up to in his Hazardous adventure... learned himself some new words. Tripped over some other words. Started helping with chores. If I were Nyrra, I'd be grateful for the help even if he's another mouth to feed. That's what I'm also wondering. Good point. She does have a strategic/warrior mindset, so she'd be on the lookout for dangers to her family unit.

Are Choices Even Real? @Lee Wilson made us ask Garlic or Love? @Mikiesboy did his task Did Cain panic or not? @Refugium unmasked Whether choices or Selection @Parker Owenshad us bask We've No More Words @Jason Rimbaud, hand me that flask Inspired by all of them @Aditus, there's a lot to unpack ...and that's all you'll get from me. 🤣

Hot damn. This had so many layers. Well done.

I am a self, ingrained, born as I was, and not as chosen - But, in my next life I'm going to be a saxophonist in a touring Salsa band, and in the life after that, I wouldn't mind being one of those mergansers you were talking about.

Weird. My original comment refuses to go through. Guess you'll be getting a message soon (either that or 5 copies of my babblings)

Oblivious and blind until we feel the shift in the ground below - Or, in my case, bust a ligament, back, or neck by moving too fast. Every deletion asks Who are you without this? Erasing is not forgetting Ghosts linger in the lines - Wait, are we talking about deleting words on paper here or troubling memories/past encounters? BOTH? As for The Garlic Question, the whole thing was presented in such an entertaining way that I couldn't even choose a favorite line. The whole thing was favored. I loved it.

We can't control someone else's moods. Try as we might to lift their spirits, remind them that they're loved and missed by others, thay they are a beacon and refuge for at the very least one other person... but, sometimes, no amount of support cuts through, neither words, touch, gifts, or presence. Then, we're the ones trying to lift our spirits off the ground.

I could picture them all in my head except that last one, that one was more like a comment about the article. Brave indeed.

*points to @Davide & @BendtedWreath* They started it.

Not gonna lie. I sat here laughing for a full minute up until I realized that I hadn't actually finished book 1, I only THOUGHT I did. Yeah, I'mma get on that soon.

All will be explained soon.

Success.

“Clint!” I gasped, my hands clutching tightly at the sheets beneath me. The two of us took advantage of Jace working a late shift to be as loud as we wanted. However, most of the loud sounds were coming out of my mouth. Clint was taking it upon himself to drive me insane. Speaking of the devil, the expression on his face was dangerous. Clint was focused on my responses as he touched and stroked me everywhere except my most erogenous zones. I never would have imagined being a

“You know the names of your host family. Good.” - Yeah, I'm pretty impressed Malik gleaned this from his interactions. His observation skills are one of his strengths. I'd mention more of his skills, but I have to watch my mouth for spoilers. 🤐