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Mariana Collie
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STATUS: Facehook be like: [Homophobic Christian post] = 10/10 stars, congrate, reshare. [Islam hates women, so how is it feminist post] = BANNE ACCOUNT DISABLED DELET THIS. True life story wtaf. 7 yrs ago
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Facehook be like: [Homophobic Christian post] = 10/10 stars, congrate, reshare. [Islam hates women, so how is it feminist post] = BANNE ACCOUNT DISABLED DELET THIS. True life story wtaf.
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7 yrs ago
So I took the advice of a friend who helped me down from a bad place, and decide I need more help than I've been seeking. I don't know what it means, it might mean moving, hospital, idk. I find out.
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DOES ANYONE WANT O WKE UP[ WITH ME LETS GO TOGEHER
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7 yrs ago
hahahhahahhhaaahhhaaahhaha the one answer doesn't have the answer just do ito r leave me alone heahahaha look at this lsoer
7 yrs ago
tell me tell me tell me tell me tlel em tell me talk tho me i cant keep playing alolne help me wake up or tell me the answr please it burns i hate this im just extra code i get it ok
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So I'm really looking forward to this and enjoying it, but find myself in a genre I'm not familiar with, both police procedural and cyber tech. How far does your tolerance for hand holding go? Any recommendations for offsite research to learn what might be expected, or will it be okay to adapt as I go along?
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Lightning strike! A woman just caught her eye, with a bit of an intimidating glare. Beautiful face, this one, something unique in the features, dark eyes and hair. But no time to start blushing like at an all-girl's ward. Dorthy bolted upright in the chair ready to apologize and try to sit still, setting down the phone gently.
"Good Morning Wiesse. I apologize for my rudeness, I normally am a polite person I just received bad news."
She gave her a bit of a side look, odd, someone's mood changing so quickly. Not that Dorthy was any better but she wouldn't admit to it. With some hesitation, she smiled and accepted the cootie catcher. Tips of her fingers twitching, she slowly played with it, reading as if expecting a threat, a bomb or for it to jump at her. "...T-thank you, that's fine," she mumbled.
The woman, Paige, inquired about the nature of the meeting. She shook her head no, her own skin crawling with curiosity. Noticing Paige's notebook, she turned on her phone's recording option. Reliance on digital data over printed could prove to be a setback, yet it was no doubt more reliable than her own distracted mind at taking notes.
@DeadDrop
Tyrell, the bearded Lieutenant, commanded attention. She spun to face him, arms folded but leg beneath the table tapping quietly with a tremor.
When he spoke of and displayed what she had suspected of the city, at once she could be seen shrinking back in her chair and nodding with familiarity. As he described the requirements, she found herself growing more distant. Then he paused for questions.
Good idea to embarrass herself now than to do something wrong on the job. There wasn't supposed to be hand holding...there also wasn't supposed to be a baby rookie whose previous work could be described most politely as 'random shit.' She had an idea of what he meant, but wanted to head off behavior frowned upon ahead of time. "Sir," she paused, looking down, then "When making contact with targets, are we allowed to communicate with citizen, private and official delegations? Must we disclose our intentions before each interaction?"
Yeah, more than a little of her old personal agent way of doing business was leaking through, and she knew how much she had been warned not to take illegal routes from now on. Still she felt it pertinent, trying to look straight at him with an agreeable face.
Lightning strike! A woman just caught her eye, with a bit of an intimidating glare. Beautiful face, this one, something unique in the features, dark eyes and hair. But no time to start blushing like at an all-girl's ward. Dorthy bolted upright in the chair ready to apologize and try to sit still, setting down the phone gently.
"Good Morning Wiesse. I apologize for my rudeness, I normally am a polite person I just received bad news."
She gave her a bit of a side look, odd, someone's mood changing so quickly. Not that Dorthy was any better but she wouldn't admit to it. With some hesitation, she smiled and accepted the cootie catcher. Tips of her fingers twitching, she slowly played with it, reading as if expecting a threat, a bomb or for it to jump at her. "...T-thank you, that's fine," she mumbled.
The woman, Paige, inquired about the nature of the meeting. She shook her head no, her own skin crawling with curiosity. Noticing Paige's notebook, she turned on her phone's recording option. Reliance on digital data over printed could prove to be a setback, yet it was no doubt more reliable than her own distracted mind at taking notes.
@DeadDrop
Tyrell, the bearded Lieutenant, commanded attention. She spun to face him, arms folded but leg beneath the table tapping quietly with a tremor.
When he spoke of and displayed what she had suspected of the city, at once she could be seen shrinking back in her chair and nodding with familiarity. As he described the requirements, she found herself growing more distant. Then he paused for questions.
Good idea to embarrass herself now than to do something wrong on the job. There wasn't supposed to be hand holding...there also wasn't supposed to be a baby rookie whose previous work could be described most politely as 'random shit.' She had an idea of what he meant, but wanted to head off behavior frowned upon ahead of time. "Sir," she paused, looking down, then "When making contact with targets, are we allowed to communicate with citizen, private and official delegations? Must we disclose our intentions before each interaction?"
Yeah, more than a little of her old personal agent way of doing business was leaking through, and she knew how much she had been warned not to take illegal routes from now on. Still she felt it pertinent, trying to look straight at him with an agreeable face.
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Granted, you are a forty year old virgin.
I wish I could fly
I wish I could fly
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After realizing waiting for others to join in doesn't make sense when you just said they got their post dates extended, I will go ahead and post today.
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