see party ??????) and you start having some problems. He starts taking things down.

Well then he's trying to do you a favor and you start taking things down in some
way. And so the two of them are coming out of the house and I do some shit and he
comes down and I tell you about it. And you start talking about it for a while. And
then you get to this point where a girl called Momma comes up to me and she says
she was called to go to your house to do this so I said that so please remember. If
they need any help on how to get back to their home, that just means I can come and
fix you so I can come back with you. You tell her I didn't do it. And then I went
out and found the door again. And that means you called me back and there you went.
And when you come back you're out here with your mom.

It's weird. So what happened?

So where was Momma?

I thought my mom was a prostitute. That was it. You know what happened, she started
talking with me about fucking my mom and I started fucking her and then she said to
myself, oh my god just tell her I don't get any fucking fucking money. He said,
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The cab arrived late. The inside was in as bad of shape as the outside which was
concerning, and it didn't appear that it had been cleaned in months. The green tree
air-freshener hanging from the rearview mirror was either exhausted of its scent or
not strong enough to overcome the other odors emitting from the cab. The correct
decision, in this case, was to get the hell out of it and to call another cab, but
she was late and didn't have a choice.
Do you think you're living an ordinary life? You are so mistaken it's difficult to
even explain. The mere fact that you exist makes you extraordinary. The odds of you
existing are less than winning the lottery, but here you are. Are you going to let
this extraordinary opportunity pass?
She didn't like the food. She never did. She made the usual complaints and started
the tantrum he knew was coming. But this time was different. Instead of trying to
placate her and her unreasonable demands, he just stared at her and watched her
meltdown without saying a word.
There was something beautiful in his hate. It wasn't the hate itself as it was a
disgusting display of racism and intolerance. It was what propelled the hate and
the fact that although he had this hate, he didn't understand where it came from.
It was at that moment that she realized that there was hope in changing him.
He picked up the burnt end of the branch and made a mark on the stone. Day 52 if
the marks on the stone were accurate. He couldn't be sure. Day and nights had begun
to blend together creating confusion, but he knew it was a long time. Much too
long.
They rushed out the door, grabbing anything and everything they could think of they
might need. There was no time to double-check to make sure they weren't leaving
something important behind. Everything was thrown into the car and they sped off.
Thirty minutes later they were safe and that was when it dawned on them that they
had forgotten the most important thing of all.
According to the caption on the bronze marker placed by the Multnomah Chapter of
the Daughters of the American Revolution on May 12, 1939, College Hall (is) the
oldest building in continuous use for Educational purposes west of the Rocky
Mountains. Here were educated men and women who have won recognition throughout the
world in all the learned professions.
There was something in the tree. It was difficult to tell from the ground, but
Rachael could see movement. She squinted her eyes and peered in the direction of
the movement, trying to decipher exactly what she had spied. The more she peered,
however, the more she thought it might be a figment of her imagination. Nothing
seemed to move until the moment she began to take her eyes off the tree. Then in
the corner of her eye, she would see the movement again and begin the process of
staring again.
Don't forget that gifts often come with costs that go beyond their purchase price.
When you purchase a child the latest smartphone, you're also committing to a
monthly phone bill. When you purchase the latest gaming system, you're likely not
going to be satisfied with the games that come with it for long and want to
purchase new titles to play. When you buy gifts it's important to remember that
some come with additional costs down the road that can be much more expensive than
the initial gift itself.
Sometimes it's the first moment of the day that catches you off guard. That's what
Wendy was thinking. She opened her window to see fire engines screeching down the
street. While this wasn't something completely unheard of, it also wasn't normal.
It was a sure sign of what was going to happen that day. She could feel it in her
bones and it wasn't the way she wanted the day to begin.
Stranded. Yes, she was now the first person ever to land on Venus, but that was of
little consequence. Her name would be read by millions in school as the first to
land here, but that celebrity would never actually be seen by her. She looked at
the control panel and knew there was nothing that would ever get it back into
working order. She was the first and it was not clear this would also be her last.
"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
Pink ponies and purple giraffes roamed the field. Cotton candy grew from the ground
as a chocolate river meandered off to the side. What looked like stones in the
pasture were actually rock candy. Everything in her dream seemed to be perfect
except for the fact that she had no mouth.
The red glint of paint sparkled under the sun. He had dreamed of owning this car
since he was ten, and that dream had become a reality less than a year ago. It was
his baby and he spent hours caring for it, pampering it, and fondling over it. She
knew this all too well, and that's exactly why she had taken a sludge hammer to it.
Debbie put her hand into the hole, sliding her hand down as far as her arm could
reach. She wiggled her fingers hoping to touch something, but all she felt was air.
She shifted the weight of her body to try and reach an inch or two more down the
hole. Her fingers still touched nothing but air.
It's not his fault. I know you're going to want to, but you can't blame him. He
really has no idea how it happened. I kept trying to come up with excuses I could
say to mom that would keep her calm when she found out what happened, but the more
I tried, the more I could see none of them would work. He was going to get her
wrath and there was nothing I could say to prevent it.
It was a weird concept. Why would I really need to generate a random paragraph?
Could I actually learn something from doing so? All these questions were running
through her head as she pressed the generate button. To her surprise, she found
what she least expected to see.
Spending time at national parks can be an exciting adventure, but this wasn't the
type of excitement she was hoping to experience. As she contemplated the situation
she found herself in, she knew she'd gotten herself in a little more than she
bargained for. It wasn't often that she found herself in a tree staring down at a
pack of wolves that were looking to make her their next meal.
Sometimes there isn't a good answer. No matter how you try to rationalize the
outcome, it doesn't make sense. And instead of an answer, you are simply left with
a question. Why?
I recollect that my first exploit in squirrel-shooting was in a grove of tall
walnut-trees that shades one side of the valley. I had wandered into it at
noontime, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and was startled by the roar of my
own gun, as it broke the Sabbath stillness around and was prolonged and
reverberated by the angry echoes.
It was a rat's nest. Not a literal one, but that is what her hair seemed to
resemble every morning when she got up. It was going to take at least an hour to
get it under control and she was sick and tired of it. She peered into the mirror
and wondered if it was worth it. It wasn't. She opened the drawer and picked up the
hair clippers.
The red ball sat proudly at the top of the toybox. It had been the last to be
played with and anticipated it would be the next as well. The other toys grumbled
beneath. At one time each had held the spot of the red ball, but over time they had
sunk deeper and deeper into the toy box.
She looked at her little girl who was about to become a teen. She tried to think
back to when the girl had been younger but failed to pinpoint the exact moment when
she had become a little too big to pick up and carry. It hit her all at once. She
was no longer a little girl and she stood there speechless with fear, sadness, and
pride all running through her at the same time.
It was that terrifying feeling you have as you tightly hold the covers over you
with the knowledge that there is something hiding under your bed. You want to look,
but you don't at the same time. You're frozen with fear and unable to act. That's
where she found herself and she didn't know what to do next
She tried to explain that love wasn't like pie. There wasn't a set number of slices
to be given out. There wasn't less to be given to one person if you wanted to give
more to another. That after a set amount was given out it would all disappear. She
tried to explain this, but it fell on deaf ears.
Greg understood that this situation would make Michael terribly uncomfortable.
Michael simply had no idea what was about to come and even though Greg could
prevent it from happening, he opted to let it happen. It was quite ironic, really.
It was something Greg had said he would never wish upon anyone a million times, yet
here he was knowingly letting it happen to one of his best friends. He rationalized
that it would ultimately make Michael a better person and that no matter how
uncomfortable, everyone should experience racism at least once in their lifetime.
I guess we could discuss the implications of the phrase "meant to be." That is if
we wanted to drown ourselves in a sea of backwardly referential semantics and other
mumbo-jumbo. Maybe such a discussion would result in the determination that "meant
to be" is exactly as meaningless a phrase as it seems to be, and that none of us is
actually meant to be doing anything at all. But that's my existential underpants
underpinnings showing. It's the way the cookie crumbles. And now I want a cookie.
"Begin today!" That's all the note said. There was no indication from where it came
or who may have written it. Had it been meant for someone else? Meghan looked
around the room, but nobody made eye contact back. For a brief moment, she thought
it might be a message for her to follow her dreams, but ultimately decided it was
easier to ignore it as she crumpled it up and threw it away.